By: Kathy

 "I'm bored."

Hearing the declaration, Jim glanced up at Blair for a moment before quickly returning his attention to his book.

"Jiiim," Blair whined, "c'mon. I'm serious. I am so totally bored right now."

Sighing in exasperation, Jim put aside his book. Knowing he wouldn't get any peace until he acknowledged Blair, he finally relented and asked, "Well, what do you expect me to do about it?"

"I don't know. Something. Um, let's see. There's nothing good on TV. I don't feel like reading anything. I don't wanna go anywhere cause it's raining. AGAIN."

"Well you know, Chief, if you're really that bored I think I can come up with something for you to do."

"Oh yeah. What?" Blair asked, excited at the prospect of finally doing something. But then, he noticed the grin on Jim's face. 'Uh oh,' he thought.

"Let's see," Jim said, then remained quiet for a little while as if trying to think up something. He paused for a few moments then, after seeing Blair start to squirm on the other couch, stated, "I've got it."

Already beginning to regret saying anything, Blair replied, "Well, let's hear it."

"Since you're so BORED and all, you could always go clean up that room of yours. Last time I went in there, I could swear I saw something moving underneath the bed."

"Oh yeah," Blair said, "I've been meaning to tell you about that."

"Tell me about what, Sandburg?"

"It's nothing really. Well, almost nothing. I mean its not like it's all that big or anything. It's actually pretty small. Tiny even."

"Riiight," Jim said. "Like I'm really going to believe you've got something in that room. After all the trouble that Larry caused." Receiving no reply, he demanded, "Sandburg, you had BETTER tell me there's nothing alive in that room."

Busting out laughing, Blair replied, "Oh, Jim. Sometimes you are just SO easy."

"Me, easy?" Jim asked. "Does the term table leg bring back any memories for you, Sandburg?"

Seeing that Blair was about to fall onto the floor, Jim threw a pillow at the hysterically laughing man. "Knock it off."

"Sorry, man, but if you could have seen the look on your face," Blair gasped out while trying to regain his breath. "C'mon. You're a Sentinel, Jim. If I really had something in there, don't you think you'd know about it?"

Hearing Jim mumble under his breath, Blair couldn't resist asking, "What was that, Jim?"

"Think about it for a minute, Sandburg. Do you really want me to repeat what I just said?"

"That's okay," Blair hastily replied after seeing the aggravated look on Jim's face.

Jim once again picked up his book, but instead of reading he began counting to himself. '5, 4, 3, 2, 1.'

"I'm still bored," Blair declared just as Jim reached one.

'Right on schedule,' Jim thought. Out loud, he said, "Well, there's always the little matter of that science experiment you got going on in the refrigerator. I mean, I know we both end up getting injured a lot, but I really don't think we need to start growing our own penicillin."

Then, he sat back and waited to see what Blair would come up with this time. Although he wanted the kid to think he was irritated, he was actually pretty bored himself. And teasing Blair always made for some very good entertainment.

"What the..." Blair began. "Oh, yeah. That."

"Yeah, that." Jim replied. "I can't believe I'm actually going to do this, but what the hell." He sighed dramatically then asked, "What exactly is that?"

"Well," Blair began in his best lecture voice, "you know it's funny that you should mention penicillin. You see, there's this guy at school, he's a grad student in anthropology too, he told me about this little mixture he learned about during an expedition to South America. It's supposed to be an all-natural pain reliever. You don't even have to ingest it. You simply spread it over the wound. It's something I've been meaning to get you to try."

"Sure, Chief."

"I'm serious this time, Jim," Blair replied. "It's supposed to be really effective, too."

"You have got to be kidding me!" Jim yelled. "You're nuts if you think that stuff is coming anywhere near my body. It's green. It's slimy. It's stinky. It's..."

"It's the left over vegetable dip from the last poker game," Blair replied as he started laughing again. "I just haven't gotten around to throwing it out yet. And you talk about me being easy."

"You know, Sandburg, if you're really looking for something to do, you could always just take a nap."

"I would," Blair replied, "but I'm not really that tired."

"I could help with that," Jim said as he started to get up from the couch. Grabbing the other pillow, he continued, "Just lay back and close you eyes. In just a minute you'll be sleeping like a baby." Stalking towards his friend, he added, "Trust me. Just relax. You won't feel a thing."

Blair sat up on the couch and said, "Stay away from me with that thing, Jim. Wait a minute. What am I saying? Like you're really going to smother me till I pass out. No way. Right? Jim?"

Laughing at the look of alarm on Blair's face, Jim asked, "Didn't I tell you that you were the easy one, Sandburg?"

"That is SO not funny, Jim."

"Yes, it is, Chief."

"No, it's not."

"Yes, it is."

After another few moments of silence, Blair stated, "You're a jerk. And I'm still bored."

Chuckling, Jim replied, "Hey, I gave you a solution. Take a nap. That way we both get some rest."

"Ha Ha."

"I'm serious. GO TAKE A NAP."

"But I need something to make me sleepy." Seeing Jim start to say something in reply, he added, "And don't even think about coming after me with that pillow again. That is unless you want Simon to find out you passed the Mathews case to H and Rafe because you were scared of Ms. Mathews' dog."

"Hey, Ms. Mathews was more comfortable with H and Rafe and I already had a full case load." Seeing the incredulous look on Blair's face, Jim added, "Well, in my defense, did you get a good look at that dog?"

"It was a poodle, Jim," Blair replied, "with little bows on it's ears."

"It may have looked like a poodle, but you can't tell me that mutt wasn't part pit bull. I mean, c'mon. The thing growled at me. And it looked about ready to tear my throat out."

"Yeah, right."

"I mean it, Chief. That thing is going to end up as the main segment on one of those 'When Animals Attack' shows on Fox."

Blair laughed and was silent for a minute before saying, "You know, now that I thing about it, taking a nap doesn't sound half bad."

"Told you."

"But I still need something to make me sleepy." Blair thought about it for a couple of seconds then snapped his fingers and said, "I know. Tell me a story."


"Tell me a story, Jim."


"Please. C'mon. It'll be fun."

"I'm not gonna tell you a story, Sandburg." Looking at the younger man, Jim began, "And don't even think about trying the..." Seeing the expression on Blair's face, Jim thought, 'Damn. Those puppy dog eyes get me every time.'

"All right, Sandburg, you win," Jim said. "But if ANYBODY at the station finds out about this, you'll regret it," Jim threatened, "every minute of everyday for the rest of your life."

"Like, who would I tell. Now c'mon. Get started." Having said that, Blair lay down on the couch and closed his eyes.

'God, I can't believe I'm actually going to do this. Only you, Sandburg, could have me telling a bedtime story.' Shaking his head, Jim began, "Once upon a time..."

The End


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