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The Sentinel/016. ER/Searching

Title: Searching
Author/Artist: Debbie
Character/Pairing: Blair Sandburg, Jim Ellison
Disclaimer: I don't own The Sentinel or any of the characters. That distinction goes to PetFly and Paramount.
Prompt Table #: 4
Prompt: 016. ER
Rating: PG
Warnings: Some angst
Summary: When explosions happen at the police department, Blair goes in search of his partner to make sure he's okay.
Word Count: 890
Author’s Notes: Written for 25_places Table


Blair burst through the doors into the emergency room. He still remembered the hasty message left by Rhonda, Simon's secretary, earlier that morning. Blair hadn't been able to get to his office until well after noon. The message was waiting for him -- there had been a series of explosions at the police department and there had been damage to most of the building, including Major Crime and several went to various hospitals throughout the city. Included in the injured was Jim. Rhonda wasn't sure what hospital he'd gone to, but she would try to find out if possible.

When Blair tried to get through to the police department, there was only chaos. He decided to go in search of Jim. He'd go to every hospital if necessary. He knew if Jim landed in a hospital that was unaware of his sensitivities to certain medications, there could be real trouble. There were hospitals in the city they never ended up in, as unbelievable as that sounded.

This was Blair's third hospital. He had found several members of the police department so far, but not Jim. He'd gone to the most likely hospitals first, but Jim wasn't in the first two. Blair made his way to the reception desk, noting how busy the place was. As worried as he was about Jim, he patiently waited his turn, noticing the harried looking nurse staffing the reception area.

"How can I help you?" She didn't even look at him.

"I was looking for a friend of mine. His name is Jim Ellison. Detective Jim Ellison. He was involved in the series of explosions at the main police station." Blair knew he was rambling, but he really did want to find Jim.

"Are you a relative, sir?" She still didn't look at him.

"No, I'm a friend. Is he even here?" Blair's voice had a slight edge.

"I don't see him listed, but we've been very busy with the explosions. We've gotten our fair share of the injuries, even some casualties."

"Is there someone else I can talk to about this?"

"Look, I checked the computer and the paper sign-in sheet we have. Your friend's name isn't here. That means he's not here." She finally looked at him.

Blair took a deep breath and then turned and walked back towards the entrance to the emergency room. He'd have to go elsewhere. Jim was in another hospital.

Just as he got outside, his cell phone rang. He quickly answered it, hoping it was someone with an idea of where Jim was.


"Blair, this is Rhonda. I'm glad I got hold of you. I found out where Jim is, along with the rest of Major Crime that were taken from the station."

"I tried calling earlier, but it was next to impossible. Are you okay, Rhonda?"

"I'm fine. I'm trying to coordinate things with other divisions and keep things going. Anyway, Jim is at St. Michael's."

"St. Michael's. Okay. Other than it being all the way across town, I can get there. If I can find time later, I'll come and help you out with the coordination."

"Don't worry about it, Blair. We have enough help for now. You just find out about everyone and report back to me. I'm going to be here for several more hours."

"Okay, Rhonda, you have a deal. I'll find out about everyone and let you know after I know."

"Good. Thanks, Blair."

"Thank you. I'll talk to you later. Bye."

Blair quickly made it to his car and gunned it to life. It was true; St. Michael's was on the other side of town. It took a supreme effort not to break the speed limit to get to the hospital faster. All along the way, his thoughts were on Jim, hoping he was okay.


Blair sat by the bed, continuing to look at Jim, who slept peacefully and deeply. The doctor had said that Jim could go home tomorrow. There was only a broken arm and bruised ribs. Blair was grateful that it hadn't been more serious.

He had called Rhonda earlier, telling her about finding Jim, Henri and Simon at St. Michael's and that all of them were going to be okay. Rhonda asked if he could stop by the station tomorrow to help and Blair promised to go there after he dropped Jim off at the loft.

There was a slight moan from the bed and Blair got to his feet and leaned over to be in Jim's sight line. His eyes opened slowly and he looked at Blair.

"Was it a semi or a train?"

"Neither. It was a series of explosions at the station. I have to admit, I was a little frantic when I heard the message from Rhonda."

"Can I get out of here?" Jim started to rise out of the bed.

Blair gently pushed him back down. "Tomorrow morning. You were lucky, Jim. Just relax and take it easy for tonight."

"Do you have any idea of the damage?"

"Not yet. Rhonda wants me to stop by the station tomorrow to help with coordination. I told her I'd be there after I drop you off at the loft."

"I could… "

"Oh, no you don't, Jim Ellison. You've given me enough scares for a lifetime. You're going home and resting."


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