The blame for this one lies on the shoulders of my kindred spirit, Elly. While analyzing "Murder 101" with her she told me - "If I were in his shoes I'll be one paranoid cop. I'd probably never let Blair out of my sight. <g> And I think I'd put in him one of those tracking devices using satellite (that they use for wildlife) so I will always know where he is, and how to track him in case he gets abducted. *rolls eyes*." Well, can you blame me for sitting down right after reading that statement and writing this short story? J
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HOT TO FIND A LOST "TROUBLE - MAGNET" GUIDE
by Osnat
Blair was just about to pay the bill to the nice lady at the counter when Jim appeared in the doors of the store, breathing heavily as if he was running for his life. "Jim, what's wrong?" Blair asked his partner, worry in his eyes. "Nothing's wrong, everything's okay," Jim answered, still fighting to catch his breath. He cleared his throat. "You didn't answer your cell phone, Chief."
"The battery's dead, I forget to fill it last night," Blair said, giving the money to the nice lady but still looking at Jim with a worried stare. When she handed him the change, he turned his attention back to her and flashed at her one of his wide smiles. "Eight tomorrow, Lisa. Don't forget," he told her. She smiled back in agreement and Blair exited the store. "So, what's going on, Jim?" he asked, sending him a worried stare.
"Nothing's going on, you just didn't answer your phone and I got worried. You were supposed to be home two hours ago, Chief."
"I'm sorry about that. I just ran into an old friend and we had some things to catch up on." Blair smiled, more to himself than to Jim.
"Well, next time let me know when you're late," Jim said, noticeable anger in his voice. "You know that with your history it's not a good sign when you're late."
"Okay, okay, I will." Blair threw the bag with the new shirt that he bought in the back seat of his car and was about to enter it, when he realized something; turning to Jim who was getting to his truck, he asked, "by the way, Jim. How did you find me here? I didn't tell you I was going to the mall today."
Jim closed the door behind him, starting the engine. "Well..."
"Well what?" Blair asked, suspicion in his voice. He didn't like the way that Jim avoided looking at him, and he didn't need any sentinel senses to guess that the temperature of his friend's face was getting a bit higher; the red shade that they were getting was enough.
"Remember that flu vaccination that you got a month ago?"
"Yeah, what about it?" Blair asked, confused.
"Well, you see Chief," Jim started, turning red by the minute. "After the last time that you got into trouble and we couldn't find you I decided that I just had to put some kind of a tracking device on you. You see, there was a molecular-size tracking device in that vaccination that you got. That way I knew that you'd never lose it. So, when I couldn't catch you on your cell phone I used the satellite to find you."
"YOU DID WHAT?"
The moment that the words left Blair's mouth, Jim was already on his escape. He pulled the truck from the parking place and called, "I'll see you at home," before driving away as fast as he could, leaving a shocked young anthropologist behind.
THE END