Departure by Patt

Departure - Patt

Jim was only half conscious when the bad guy hit him once again with his rifle butt. Jim’s head felt like it was going to explode, but he knew he couldn’t pass out right then. He understood the guy would kill him for just being a cop. And damn it, if the other bad guy had recognized Jim from the paper. He had just made Policeman of the Year, again. A lot of good it did for him right then. Jim had left his gun at home and ran to the grocery store to get some beer.

The second bad guy, named Charlie, went to hit Jim one last time and Jim stopped him with all of the energy and strength he had in his body. He shoved Charlie over, pulled the rifle away from him and turned the gun on both Charlie and Mike. Mike was the one that knew who he was and Jim had a special something in mind for him. Oh yeah, I’m a cop, I can’t do that.

Jim asked the woman lying on the floor to call the police and she did. Jim held the gun as steady as he could. Charlie took a stupid pill that day and made a rush for the gun. As it went off, Jim hoped he hadn’t killed the idiot. He just wanted him wounded. Then Mike started to rush him and Jim shot him too. Both of them got leg wounds. They both lay on the floor, moaning and groaning, saying how it was police brutality.

The police cars rolled up and Jim was never so happy to see anyone in his life. He was getting way too old for this shit. The only thing he could think was, At least I’m walking out of this alive.

Five cops came bursting into the store and Jim slid to the floor and passed out. He realized that it was okay to do that now.


When Jim woke up six hours later, he was happy to see Simon in the room, but even happier to see his partner standing beside the bed.

“It’s about time you woke up, Ellison, we’ve been worried sick about you,” Simon stated.

Blair smiled a nervous smile. “What he said.”

“We need a report filled out right away, Jim. Do you feel up to answering some questions?” Simon asked.

“Yes, I guess I was a witness, I have to give my statement.”

“Jim, do you remember what happened?” Blair inquired.

Jim thought about what had happened and he finally asked, “Did I shoot one of them?”

“You shot both of them and we need a statement. How are we supposed to get a statement if you don’t remember? This sucks, Ellison.” Simon shoved his wet cigar back into his mouth, almost making Jim gag.

Blair stood closer to Jim’s bed. “Simon, don’t yell at him. He’s got a terrible concussion along with the headache that goes with it. Things will be clearer in the morning, I’m sure.”

Jim pushed his button on the bed and made it rise until he was sitting up. This seemed to help a little bit. He felt like he was human again. “Simon, could you please do me a favor?”

“Anything for you, Jim. What do you need?”

“I’d like to resign without you yelling at me. I’m tired of the rat race and I feel like I don’t know who the rat is anymore. Please bring the papers back with you when you come. I’m giving my two weeks notice as of right now,” Jim said, sounding really tired.

Simon glanced over at Sandburg to see what he was going to say and realized that he wasn’t going to say anything. “Sandburg, don’t you have anything to say?”

“Simon, I stand behind Jim, no matter what he does.”

“Blair, you gave up everything to become a cop and now you’ll let him leave?” Simon began to pace the short end of the room, still chewing on that wet, gross cigar.

“It’s not my call, it’s his. I’m here for him no matter what,” Blair answered.

“I’m going to call it my day of departure instead of my last day. That has a nicer ring to it, don’t you agree, Blair?” Jim asked.

“I think you should sleep now and we’ll talk about all of this in the morning,” Blair suggested.

“As usual, you’re right, Sandburg, “Simon admitted. “I’ll come back in the morning and see if things aren’t clearer in your mind, Jim.”

“My mind is clear about one thing, Simon, and that’s the fact that I gave my notice ten minutes ago. So, don’t forget the paperwork. My two weeks will probably be eaten up by sick days. You better take my badge right now,” Jim said.

“Sandburg, talk to him,” Simon ordered as he walked out of Jim’s room and down the hall to the elevator. Simon got on and wondered when everything had gone south.

Jim looked at Blair and smiled. “Chief, you’re a sight for sore eyes.”

“I am?” Blair asked, somewhat surprised to have his roommate say that.

“I thought I was never going to see you again and I have to tell you some things before you leave tonight. Could you shut the door? I don’t want to be interrupted.”

Blair was a little nervous, Jim seemed so serious. Was he going to tell him to move out of the loft? Well, he would find out soon enough. He shut the door and walked over to Jim’s right side of the bed.

“Can I hold your hand for a moment?” Jim asked.

“Jim, are you all right?”

“I just want to hold your hand while I tell you something. It’s important,” Jim said very seriously.

Blair let Jim have his hand and Jim held on for dear life. “Chief, I wanted to let you know how I feel about you. I’ve been in love with you for about a year now and was afraid to talk to you about it. I know it’ll scare you off, but I had to tell you. After this brush with death, I need to tell people a few things. Anyway, I don’t expect you to stay at the loft now that you know how I feel, but I still wanted to tell you. Now, I’ll let go of your hand.” And Jim did just that, but Blair didn’t let go of Jim’s hand.

“A lot you know, oh great Sentinel. I’ve been worried that you were going to smell my pheromones around you for the last six months. I thought you might have a thing for me, but you didn’t say anything, so I let it go. Now, the cat’s out of the bag, so to speak,” Blair said happily. Then he pulled Jim’s hand up to his lips and kissed the back of his knuckles. They were bruised and Blair knew they must be hurting. “Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?”

“I could go for a kiss-a gentle one, because they busted my lip up big time. Do I look at bad as I feel, Chief?”

“You don’t look too bad and you’ll be right as rain in just a few days, don’t you worry about it.” Blair leaned down and kissed Jim as gently as he possibly could. When he moved away, Jim kept his eyes closed.

“That was as wonderful as I dreamed it would be. Thank you, Blair. I love you.”

“I love you too, but I think we need to talk about you retiring,” Blair said softly. He pulled a chair up to Jim’s bedside and sat down.

“I really thought I was never going to see you again and this upset me to no end. I’m too high profile anymore and I don’t want to do it. I don’t expect you to leave, but I’m going to open up a Private Investigation Agency. I’ve got money set aside that I can use for it. If I asked for assistance now and then could I rely on your help at the station?”

“Jim, you’re just going to leave me behind? I don’t think so. I’ll give my two weeks notice and we’ll both do this. How does that sound to you?”

“Like heaven, Blair. I mean it. I wanted to ask you, but was afraid.”

“We need to start talking about things when they come up. Understood?” Blair asked.

“Understood. God, I love you.”

“Don’t call me God, it puts too much pressure on me,” Blair answered, laughing.

“I need to sleep, Blair. Will you stay awhile?”

Blair smiled. “I’m here for the night. Just relax and I’ll be here if you wake up for anything. If I sleep through you waking up, I want you to call out my name so I’ll be here for you. From now on, we talk.”

It was Jim’s turn to smile. “I really do love you, Blair. Thank you for being here and being with me. We’ll talk more about that later.”

“I love you too, Jim. Now, go to sleep. I’ll be here for you forever.”

Jim closed his eyes and felt good for the first time all damn day long. He knew he was the luckiest son-of-a-bitch in town and he was going to make sure Blair knew that he felt that way from now on.

Blair watched Jim slide into a deep sleep and kissed his hand again. Blair couldn’t believe this had happened. He was grateful that those idiots hadn’t killed Jim as planned, but he was really grateful to Jim for admitting his love for him.

Blair smiled again as he thought of the new job, new life, new love and new bedroom-especially the new bedroom. Yes, Blair was going to make sure that Jim knew exactly how much he loved him for the rest of his days.

The end

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Acknowledgments: Thank you to Lisa for having this idea again and helping me pick out a prompt. Thank you, Kerensa, for finding time for me and making the story better.