I Wanna Be Like You by Patt

I Wanna Be Like You - Patt

“What do you mean you don’t want me to take the Detective exam or go to the Academy?” It didn't take a Sentinel to see that Blair was pissed. "What else am I going to do? I can't go back to the University."

"We could move somewhere else and start over," Jim replied.

"Why would we want to do that and what am I supposed to do for a job if we do?" Blair asked heatedly.

Jim tiredly ran his hand over his face and sighed. They'd been over this before. “Can we talk about it later? I would prefer not to discuss it while we’re on stakeout,” he stated flatly.

“Like the fact we're on stakeout makes any difference. You don’t want to talk about it at home either. What is your fucking problem?” Blair was still fuming.

“We’re on stakeout… Do you know what that is, Sandburg?” Jim asked sarcastically. At times like this, sarcasm was Jim's friend.

“Yeah, I know what it is. It’s what I’ve been doing for four fucking years with you and now suddenly you don’t want me to do it. Explain that to me. Are you embarrassed to have me as a partner?”

Okay, so maybe sarcasm wasn't the way to go. Jim sighed again and softly said, “You would never embarrass me, Chief. Look, we'll discuss this when we get home, okay?”

There would be no such discussion, Blair knew that, but he had no intention of dropping this. Not yet, anyway.

Blair looked back at the stage in frustration. It was still boring as hell. And on top of everything, tonight was Karaoke Night and most of the people couldn’t carry a tune to save their lives. Both he and Jim were about crazy from the so-called singing.

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Two hours earlier:

It had all started when Brad Miller called his cousin, the Police Commissioner, and asked if he could put some officers in his pub to watch the clientele. Someone was stealing from the customers who came for Karaoke Night. They would leave their purses or briefcases on the table while they sang and thought that they were safe, but many had complained to Brad afterwards that they were missing money and credit cards. Brad was sick and tired of someone stealing from his patrons. He watched closely every night, but didn’t have any luck catching anyone. Now he was worried that he would lose business if it continued. It had to stop.

The Police Commissioner called Simon Banks who then called his team into the conference room.

“Sir, we already have cases,” Rafe said.

“Did I ask you if you wanted another case? I didn’t think so." They grumbled but it quickly subsided. It was good to be Captain of Major Crimes. "This is the new assignment. Brad Miller, who owns Brad’s Pub on Craycroft and 22nd Street, has someone stealing from his customers."

"Since when does that fall under the purview of Major Crimes?" Brown mumbled.

Simon glared at them. "Since the Commissioner is Brad Miller's cousin, and we’ve been ordered to solve this case,” Simon snarled around the cigar in his mouth.

“Sir, I have three other cases going right now,” Conner reminded Simon carefully.

“I don’t care.” Simon glared at her.

“Sir, does this include me since I’m not at the academy yet and I’m not officially here in any capacity?" Blair asked.

“No, you don’t have to go. I’ve got Taggart to go along with Jim,” Simon snapped. “In fact, what are you even doing here?”

Blair wished he hadn't reminded Simon of his presence, but Jim had asked him to come in today after all.

“Jim needed help with his paperwork, so I offered to do it.”

“Ellison, stop asking him to do your work. He’s not official yet. He hasn’t even decided if he’s going to the academy. He can’t just be here.” Simon clearly wasn't happy about this situation.

Blair stood up, ready to tell Simon he had decided to go to the academy, but Jim pushed him back into his chair. “Sir, I know he hasn’t decided yet and I don't want him to rush into it. This is something he needs to think long and hard about.”

Blair looked like Jim had just poured coffee on his new laptop.

“I agree. All the more reason for him not to be here doing your work. I don’t want to see it happen again. Sandburg, go home. Ellison, you’re up for Karaoke Night. Starts in one hour,” Simon commanded. “The rest of you are with Ellison. Sit at different tables. Oh, and you may have to do something wild, like sing to blend in.”

Everyone got up, complaining about the assignment.

“This is an order. You're on the clock in one hour,” Simon shouted over the sound of their grumbling.

Jim shoved his chair back and stormed out of the room.

Blair looked at Simon. “It doesn't sound dangerous, sir and if I promise not to do anything stupid, will you let me tag along with Jim tonight to keep an eye on him?”

“Fine, but stay out of trouble,” Simon warned, clearly at the end of his tether.

When Blair caught up to Jim, he told him the news and said, “I’m tired of you not letting me speak for myself. Things have to start changing if I’m really going to be your partner.”

“Chief, I have to think about this assignment. Could we pick this up later?”

“You can bet we will! You’re not listening to me and what I want.”

“Sandburg, I don’t have time for this. We really need to get going.”

Blair ignored him and crossed his arms in front of his chest. He looked pissed off. Jim never really listens to anything I have to say he thought. Yeah, business as usual.

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The present:

“So what are you going to sing tonight?” Blair asked an overly quiet Jim. He wanted to hear something from him even if it was grumbling.

“What are you talking about? Are you nuts? I’m not singing. I don’t even sing at home when I’m alone.”

Blair just shook his head and smiled. “Did you forget what our fearless leader said?”

“Oh, shut up.” Jim forgot he was angry and almost smiled. Blair really was funny sometimes. Even when he was trying to be serious, he had a way of making Jim smile.

“I will not shut up. Simon said we have to sing and blend in. Weren’t you listening in the conference room?” Blair was flinging his arms around wildly as he spoke.

He looked kinda cute when he got worked up Jim thought.

“I didn’t need to listen, because I knew you would nag me about what he said. I’ll sing something if I have to." Jim worried at his lip. "I just don’t know what.” Since when do I think about how cute Blair looks?

Right then someone began singing Annie Lennox’s Sweet Dreams… badly. The sound made Jim cringe.

Blair saw the look on Jim’s face. “Dial it down, big guy.”

Jim did just that. If everyone sounded like this woman, he was in trouble. Sometimes it sucked to have heightened senses.

“Better?” Blair asked hopefully, because even if he was pissed at Jim, Jim was still his… And just what did he want Jim to be? His what? Jim was already his best friend and his Sentinel. Why did Blair keep thinking he wanted him to be more than that?

“Yeah, it’s bearable now,” Jim admitted grudgingly.

Blair leaned in close and whispered, “She’s bad, right? It’s not just me?”

“She’s bad, Chief.”

“I can’t wait to see what Henri and Rafe are going to sing. H said something about them doing a duet. He sings really well, so we might be in for a treat. I mean that seriously,” Blair said.

“I hate Karaoke.” Jim sighed.

"Look at it from a positive angle: it might be fun! If H and Rafe don’t do a good job, we’ve got something to blackmail them with."

“You would look at it that way,” Jim growled.

Brad brought them both a Coke and they sipped on their drinks. Jim looked around the room and didn’t see anyone that seemed out of place. No one looked shifty as far as he was concerned. Maybe the person wasn’t here tonight. He could hope. Wait a minute. If we don’t catch the perp tonight, we have to keep coming back until we do find him or her. Maybe I should be hoping we do catch them.

Blair did his own scoping out of the Pub. He locked onto Rafe and Brown sitting at a table together, laughing and talking, perhaps trying to pick out a song to sing. Blair wished he could be doing the same thing with Jim. But no, Jim had to be stubborn as usual and they were going to have a lousy fucking night. Blair was going to have to be careful what he thought about. He didn't want to give off pheromones. Jim's Sentinel nose would smell them a mile off. Down, boy

Jim watched everyone and trained his hearing on the crowd, and away from the stage, so that he could listen for anything unusual.

Blair was getting bored from just watching and said, knowing it was probably a mistake to dredge up the old argument, but unable to let it go, “So about what we were discussing earlier? Where do you want to go from here? Would you really want to give up your job and move away from all your friends?”

Jim sighed then glanced over at Blair and smiled. “You can't let it go, can you? I just think you’ve done enough for our friendship already. Yes, I think I should quit the department and we should move to another city and start fresh.”

Blair looked at Jim as if someone had slipped something into his Coke. Certainly he had to be drugged to be saying this. Why in the hell would he be willing to give up his career and move for me? What am I missing?

“We're not selling the loft… Well, I wouldn’t be selling anything, but we’re not moving,” Blair said sternly.

“You gave up so much and I think you need to think about yourself for a change,” Jim was being unusually sweet.

Blair looked closely at Jim and realized that Jim might have a thing for him too. Hot damn.

“Jim, do you want us to be more than friends?” Blair took a chance and just asked him outright.

“This isn’t the place to discuss it, we’re on duty,” Jim whispered.

Blair whispered back, “You’re on duty; I’m just along for the ride. Now answer my question.”

“And what if I did? Do you have a response for that?” Jim tried to look as if Blair's answer wasn't the most important thing in his world even though it was the most important thing in his life. He hoped he wasn’t reading things wrong.

Blair smiled at him, letting him know that he did have an answer, and Blair thought it was a mighty fine answer too. “I’d like to move this friendship up to another level also. I’ve been attracted to you for some time.”

It was Jim’s turn to smile. “Well, aren’t we just slower than molasses in the wintertime? I’m sorry it took me so long to say something.”

“I’m in love with you,” Blair confessed. He literally beamed with happiness.

“And I’m in love with you. So what do we do now? Doesn’t this put a damper on the academy?" Once again, Jim gnawed at his lip. "I would think it does.”

“Jim, I think that you have it backwards. Being in love doesn’t mean we can’t work together at the station. Work and personal life are two separate things. I really, really want to be a cop, and I hope that you’ll agree to let me be your partner,” Blair held his breath.

Jim stopped looking at Blair and instead watched a man move closer to a purse that was sitting unattended on a nearby table. Rafe and Brown watched Jim as he watched the man and all three saw him take a wallet out of the purse.

Rafe jumped up, raced over and grabbed the guy. “You’re under arrest. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say may be used against you. You have a right to have a lawyer present and if you can’t afford a lawyer, one will be appointed for you. Do you understand the rights that I have just told you?” Rafe always seemed to take great pleasure in reading the bad guys their rights.

“Yeah, I understand. I should have known you guys were cops. You weren’t singing, and everyone sings here,” the perp said.

Brown walked up. “We’ll take him to the station, Jim. You stay and have a couple of drinks. Relax. You look like you need it.”

“Thanks, that'd be great if you don't mind handling the paperwork.” Jim smiled as he patted Rafe on the shoulder.

The two men walked out with the perp handcuffed between them while an obviously happy owner came over to Jim and Blair.

“I knew you'd catch him! That guy's been coming here for the past few months but I never suspected him. I wonder how long he’s been doing this?” Brad asked.

“I guess they’ll find out when they question him.” Jim wondered if the perp had enough smarts to keep his mouth shut and lawyer up, but somehow he doubted it.

“I insist that you have some dinner, on the house. I’ll bring you two of my specials. In fact, I’ll get two more for the other two officers on the other side of the room.” Brad was grinning broadly as he walked towards the kitchen. The pub was known for its fantastic sandwiches. Brad was only too happy to make them each something to eat.

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Jim took a drink of his soda and realized it was nice to not have to rush to the station to do paperwork for a change.

“So have you realized that you’re wrong about the academy?” Blair asked.

“Blair, I know you don’t understand where I’m coming from, but I don’t want you to give up another thing for me. And being a cop would do just that. I want us to start over again. You can teach somewhere. You were born to teach.”

“Did you ever consider that I want to be a cop?” Blair inquired. “I really like the roller-coaster, instead of the merry-go-round.”

“I think you’re doing it out of guilt or loyalty.Probably loyalty It’s not right. I want you to think about somewhere else you would like to live and work, and start over.”

Brad walked up to the table and said, “Here you go, guys. On the house.” He set the plates on the table, and Jim started eating the homemade fries right away. Once again, he was ready to move on to the next thing instead of discussing it with Blair.

“Thank you,” Blair remarked. “Can I still get a song in for Karaoke Night?”

“Sure, there’s no one left to go, so it’s all yours.” Brad handed him the book of songs, and Blair leafed through it until he found the right song. Then he stood up, determination in every line of his body.

It was a really nice body, Jim thought, smiling to himself. His friend… his soon-to-be lover got up to sing. Jim glanced at the page in the book and couldn’t figure out what song Blair had chosen.

The music started. Blair knew he was going to have to change some of the words for Jim, but he hoped that this would work.

He pulled the mike to his lips and began to sing his song.

Now I'm the king of the swingers
Oh, the jungle VIP
I've reached the top and had to stop
And that's what botherin' me
I wanna be a cop, man
And stroll right into town
And be just like the other cops
I'm tired of monkeyin' around!

Oh, oobee doo
I wanna be like you
I wanna walk like you
Talk like you, too
You'll see it's true
A guy like me
Can learn to be a good cop too

Blair glanced into the audience and saw Jim smile. He knew it was working. He hoped that Jim would listen with his heart and not just his super hearing.

Oh, oobee doo
I wanna be like you
I wanna walk like you
Talk like you, too
Oh, oobee doo
I wanna be like you
I wanna walk like you
Talk like you, too
You'll see it's true
A guy like me
Can learn to be a good cop too

When he finished, everyone in the place clapped. Joel and Conner walked up to him and hugged him.

“Blair, what a great song to tell Jim he needs you as his partner.” Joel couldn’t keep the big smile off his gentle face.

“Yeah, and I think it might have worked.” Blair had his fingers crossed.

Conner gave him another hug and said, “We’re behind you 100%, Sandy. You know where we are if you need help with the grump.”

Blair smiled all the way to the table where Jim was sitting, a matching smile on his own face.

“Nice song, Chief,” he kidded.

“I thought it was perfect for what I needed to say. I do wanna be just like you,” Blair assured him.

“You already are, partner. And I do mean partner, in all things.” Jim said, finally acknowledging the feelings he'd kept hidden for so long.

Blair smiled and almost blushed. Almost being the key word. After all, he wasn’t in high school anymore. “So where do we go from here?”

“Well, we’re going to have dinner with Joel and Conner because they’re on their way over to the table. Sorry… We’ll have to continue this later on.”

Conner said, “Hi, mates, do you mind if we join you?”

“No, by all means, sit down,” Jim said pleasantly.

They all began to eat their dinner, and Jim finally said, “Is it just me, or are these the best French fries you’ve ever had?”

Conner laughed. “I totally agree with you, Ellison. And the sandwiches are great too. I tasted some of Joel’s and he tried some of mine. This Brad guy can really make a mean sandwich.”

“Wow, it was nice how easily the arrest came down. It’s even nicer that Rafe and Brown took care of it,” Blair commented.

“So are you going to the academy, Sandy?” Conner finally couldn’t hold it in any longer. She was only human, after all.

“Yes, I haven't worked out all of the details yet, but yes, I’m going to the academy. And then Jim will have to put up with me every day of the week,” he teased.

Joel smiled. “I don’t think Jim will mind at all, will you, Jim?”

“We haven’t decided if this is going to be the way we go yet. So he’s a little premature in saying this.”

“I’m not premature at all. I’m going to the academy, I’m going to take the Detective’s exam, and I’m going to be your partner. That’s all there is to it. End of discussion,” Blair stated firmly. He couldn’t believe that the man had just told him a moment ago that they were partners in all things.

Conner laughed and said, “I think he has his mind made up, Jimbo.”

“We’ll see, I’m not done with the discussion yet,” Jim growled.

Joel got the impression that maybe they needed some alone time to talk about things, so he said, “Conner, would you like to go somewhere and have a drink with me?”

“Why don’t we have a drink here?” Conner asked. She jumped when Joel kicked her under the table and scowled at him. "What did you-?" Suddenly she realized she had missed something. "Uh… yeah, that would be nice.”

They both got up and Jim and Blair smiled at their good friends. “Thanks, Joel,” Jim said.

“Yeah, thanks,” Blair added as he got up and hugged both Conner and Joel goodbye.

As soon as they walked out the door, Jim said, “Do you hug everyone like that?”

“You know me, Jim, I'm a touchy-feely sort of guy. Why does that bother you?” Blair wondered if Jim was just bringing this up to stall the discussion.

“I just thought about how nice it would be to be comfortable enough to hug anyone whenever the spirit moved me,” Jim explained.

“You just need to let your guard down sometimes. You’re too uptight, big guy.” Blair shrugged. That was his reasoning, anyway.

“I wish I could be looser, but it’s not in my nature,” Jim replied.

“I could help you get looser.” Blair wiggled his eyebrows.

“I’m not sure I’m ready for you yet,” Jim joked.

“Are you nervous about us, Jim?” Blair became serious.

“Well, yeah,” Jim answered.

“Why?” Now that they'd both admitted their feelings, it seemed like the easiest thing in the world to him.

“Because I love you and I don’t want to screw anything up and ruin that. I want things to be perfect, so you won’t need to dump me."

Blair smiled at Jim’s nervousness and said, “Everything will be fine with us, Jim. Just relax and let things happen.”

Jim wished he could be as calm about things as Blair was, but that just wasn't easy for him. He was so nervous about this new change that he could actually feel his insides shaking. He wondered if Blair was at all nervous. He sure didn’t show it on the outside.

Blair watched Jim and could see the wheels turning in his head. He decided to put a stop to it right away. No more upsetting thoughts for tonight.

“Jim, stop worrying about things that don’t need to be worried about. Just think about all of the fun we’re going to have instead. How does that sound?”

“I think that it sounds good, but my brain keeps telling me everything that can go wrong. I just wish we could skip to the next part,” he admitted freely. And what exactly is the next part?

“I love you, big guy,” Blair said softly.

“And I love you. Could we take this home to discuss?” Jim suggested.

“Not quite yet. You still owe me a song,” Blair reminded Jim.

Jim got up, picked the song number out, told Brad which one he wanted, and got on the stage, pulling the mike close to his lips.

I have climbed highest mountains
I have run through the fields
Only to be with you
Only to be with you
I have run
I have crawled
I have scaled these city walls
These city walls
Only to be with you

Jim knew he had a decent voice, because he'd been in all the singing functions in high school. But he was still nervous singing in front of all of these strangers, not to mention Blair.

But I still haven't found what I'm looking for
But I still haven't found what I'm looking for

And he really hadn’t found what he was looking for. Yet… Tonight was going to be his lucky night.

I have kissed honey lips
Felt the healing fingertips
It burned like a fire
This burning desire

Blair did make him burn with desire. Desire he didn’t even know he could feel.

I have spoke with the tongues of angels
I have held the hand of a devil
It was warm in the night
I was cold as a stone

Blair had taken him from the stone cold Ellison, to an understanding and loving Jim Ellison.

But I still haven't found what I'm looking for
But I still haven't found what I'm looking for

I believe in the Kingdom Come
When all the colors will bleed into one
Bleed into one
Well, yes I'm still running

I won’t be running anymore after tonight, he thought, and the smile on his face told everyone who was listening how he felt.

Jim saw Blair was very moved by his song choice, and he was delighted that he had made Blair that happy.

He walked back to the table and said, “Now can we go?”

“Yes. I’m game for anything that involves you,” Blair confessed.

Jim blushed, and they went out to the truck. He knew they were going to have the first of some very good times.

And for once, Jim was going to let Blair lead.

The end

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Acknowledgments: Thank you Tinnean, Kelly and Annie for the beta.

Notes: This prompt was given to me from Niki. I really liked it, Niki. It was a lot of fun to work with. Thank you.