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The Sentinel/General/017. Confused

Title: Lost And Found
Fandom: The Sentinel
Characters: Jim Ellison/Blair Sandburg (implied, not named)
Prompt: 017. Confused
Word Count: 681
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Spoilers: m/m implied, nothing graphic. I have intentionally left it vague as to who is missing and who is looking. It can be read either way - Jim missing or Blair missing.
Summary: When one is missing, the other goes in search.
Notes: Written for 100moods I do not own The Sentinel or any of the characters. This was written for entertainment purposes only. No money was made from this endeavor.

Lost And Found

He came to, confused as to where he was and how he had gotten there. He tried to move, but he was secured to wherever he way lying. He couldn't see, as he was blindfolded. There was also a gag in his mouth, preventing him from yelling out. He searched his memory, trying to remember what had happened. He was shocked to discover it was all a blank. The last thing he could remember was when he left the police department and headed home to the loft. He had no concept of the passage of time, who might have grabbed him or if anyone was looking to rescue him. It bothered him that he couldn't remember more.


He sat at the desk, quiet and seemingly uninterested in what was going on around him. However, he was extremely interested in what happened around him. Hours ago, he had practically thrown a fit, demanding that something be done to find his partner. Simon had finally taken him forcibly, into his office.

"This isn't productive at all." Simon used his most authoritative voice.

"And we are no closer to finding my partner! He's out there, somewhere and all we are doing is just sitting here on our hands!" He couldn't keep the emotion out of his voice.

Simon could hear the fear and worry in his voice. He wanted to reassure him that his partner would be found. "We are tracking down leads. It would be a great help if you would participate with the rest of us instead of just complaining."

"Okay, Captain. I can do that."

He had helped with the leads coming in, at least for a while. The leads continued to dwindle, however, and hope was dwindling. They were no closer to finding his partner. He had been missing for over a day now. No one at the police department knew the two of them were more than friends and partners. They were lovers and had been for over six months now. He had always cared for his partner, but now it was love.


He tried moving again. But it was a waste of movement. No one was going to rescue him. His lover also had no idea where he was. He still had no idea who had grabbed him or how it had happened. He did remember snuggling with his lover and kissing him. The tears formed in his eyes and stung, as the blindfold trapped them.

He heard gunshots, off in the distance. He wanted to yell out, to tell whoever it was that he was trapped in here, held captive by some madman. Then he heard a few gunshots closer and heard someone in the room with him. He was afraid this was going to be the end of it all. He only wished he could fight back and not die like a coward. He didn't want his lover to know he gave up without a fight.

He felt hands on him and tried to buck away from the touch. It seemed like whoever it was wrapped him in a bear hug. Then he heard the voice in his ear.

"Don't fight me, baby. I'm here to rescue you."

His tears pooled in his eyes again. He didn't want his lover to see him like this, vulnerable and scared. And crying like a little baby.

The restraints were removed from his arms and legs, and then the blindfold was ripped from his eyes. Finally, the gag was pulled from his mouth. He saw his lover there, holding him close, whispering loving endearments into his ear. He was able to raise his arms and put them around the waist of his rescuer.

"How did you find me?"

"Simon made me help with the leads. One of them panned out. Someone saw you grabbed three blocks from the police station."

"I don't remember any of it…"

"Sh-h-h, it's okay. We'll go home and you can rest and I'll wait on you hand and foot."

He pulled his love close, covering his face with kisses. Glad he was alive.


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