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Team - Sentinel and Guide

Title: Team - Sentinel and Guide
Author: debbiet
Fandom: The Sentinel
Characters: Jim Ellison, Blair Sandburg
Genre: Gen
Rating: FRT
Word count: 951
Summary: Jim worries about Blair when he's hurt again as a result of Jim's job.
Warnings: Blair owwies, Jim angst
Author's Notes: I do not own The Sentinel or any of the characters. This is written for 15_minute_fic, word Quirk.

I stand here, wondering yet again how he didn’t get killed and how I am fortunate to gaze upon his face again. It is all a mystery to me. But I don’t question it too much.

It was a quirk of fate that he was even there. He was supposed to be at the university, teaching his upper level anthropology classes to students to practically idolize him. Why he came to the scene of the raid is a question I’ll have to wait for an answer on until he regains consciousness.

I am constantly amazed that he can become embroiled in the middle of my life and my work. I thought once he got his doctorate and became a full-time professor that his days of risking his life would be over. I’m not sure why I even thought that. I should know better.

I was in charge of the operation and the raid was going off without a hitch until the occupants of the warehouse discovered we were there, about ready to strike and arrest them.

With my enhanced senses, I was able to determine where most of the occupants, five all together, were inside the warehouse. I instructed the officers to enter and to apprehend the suspects.

The first bomb went off, surprising all the officers both inside and outside the warehouse. I immediately tried to get confirmation from inside that the officers were okay. They relayed to me that they were shocked, but otherwise, unharmed. They said they were still tracking the suspects and told me they thought the bomb was used as a distraction. I had already thought of that.

With so much going on, including me trying once more to track the suspects myself, I missed it when Blair arrived on the scene. I only knew one minute he wasn’t there and the next, he was standing there beside me, grounding me like he’s always done. I didn’t have a chance to talk to him, as he urged me to concentrate and for us to move inside the warehouse also.

Once inside, we somehow got separated and I now had that worry to occupy my mind, as well as the apprehension of the suspects. I got word that three of the suspects had been arrested and were being transported to the station. Just as I acknowledged the report, another two bombs went off inside the warehouse. My hearing was somewhat shot at that point, because I had upped the level, trying to pinpoint where in the heck Sandburg had gone. I was moving in a daze, having been shook up myself by the bombs going off.

Then I saw the sight I had never hoped to see ever again. Blair being held by one of the suspects, a gun aimed at his head. I stood there, wondering how it was going to turn out this time. I didn’t want to think about it, not wanting to see him hurt again because of my work.

“I want my friends released, cop, or this guy gets it in the head.”

“He’s not even a cop. You’ll never get out of here with him.”

The guy increases his hold on Blair, and I see the wince Blair gives. He’s already hurt and I don’t want him to die, but there’s little I can do. I can’t let the suspect out of the warehouse with a hostage and I definitely can’t release the ones already arrested.

Blair and I make contact and I know Blair knows the score. He knows how it goes with suspects and hostages, having been involved with the police for several years now.

A few minutes later, another bomb goes off, knocking the suspect off balance, along with Blair. After the scene clears, I see both of them on the floor, unconscious. I go over to the suspect, grabbing his gun and handcuffing him. I kneel down beside Blair, checking for a pulse, grateful when I find one. I radio for an ambulance and for someone to come in and take the suspect out of the warehouse. I also call for the bomb squad, not knowing how many bombs this group placed inside the warehouse and how many more will go off.

The paramedics come to check on Blair and take him off to the hospital. He’s still unconscious and I only hope that it is nothing serious. I know he didn’t get shot, thank goodness.

I take stock of the situation and think that Simon will never let me lead a raid every again. But the other officers are okay and all the suspects have been arrested. So, other than Blair’s injuries, it was a successful raid. The bombs were an unexpected surprise, and I wasn’t able to sense them before they went off. Not even after Blair arrived.


Blair stirs in the bed and I’m right by his side. He squints when he opens his eyes.

“Wh…what hit me?”

“It was either the force of the bomb or the suspect holding you.”

“I think it was the bomb. The guy was shook up also. He let me go.”

“That was a stupid thing to do, Blair.”

“I knew you needed my help. I didn’t plan on getting grabbed. I spotted the guy arming the bomb and I was coming back to warn you when he grabbed me.”

“I didn’t sense the bombs at all, Chief.”

“We’ll have to examine the remnants and find out why.”

I want to tell him no, I’ll examine the remnants, but I know that, no matter how many twists and turns our lives take, we will always be a team.

“Sure thing, Chief. Once you’re out of the hospital.”


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