Nickerbits
A Visit From IA
Simon sighed and ran his hands over his tired face again. At his age, he really felt too old to play these constant games with Internal Affairs investigators. The way things were going now, though, he figured he'd probably owe each of them a fruitcake come Christmas. Things didn't used to be this way.
He fondly remembered a few short years ago when the spectre of IA had been a nasty rumor that only affected other unfortunate departments. That had all changed, though, a couple years ago when Speak of the Devil.
"Sandburg!"
"Yeah, Simon?"
"You are not a cop!"
Clothes Make the Man
Rafe paused, checking his reflection in the mirror. Suit beautifully tailored, nicely pressed check. Shirt immaculate, precisely starched check. Tie colorful, silk, completely unblemished check. Shoes carefully polished to a mirror finish check. Hair uh-oh, a bit sticking up in back; a little quick comb work perfect! One last look and Rafe headed into the bullpen.
He immediately caught sight of H. dressed in his usual satorical splendor an old T-shirt, faded jeans and scuffed sneakers. Rafe had to smile to himself. It wasn't that H. wasn't a wonderful partner, but the man definitely need a little dose of style.
Clothes Make the Detective
Brown smiled as he watched his partner enter the bullpen. As always, Rafe was impeccably dressed, hair coifed just so, looking like he had just stepped right off the pages of GQ.
Henri took another bite of his doughnut and surveyed his own resplendent outfit. Faded jeans, black T-shirt, well-worn sneakers and his favorite, baggy, khaki jacket. An altogether wonderful wardrobe, in his opinion. Comfortable, durable and a simple spin through the washer had it ready to go again the next day.
Yeah, Rafe might be a great partner, but he definitely needed some lessons on how real detectives dressed.
Partners
Megan watched the activity of the bullpen swirl around her. As an exchange officer in the highly closed society of the Cascade P.D., she felt very much an outsider. It wasn't easy being the only female detective in a department as high profile as Major Crime, but to be unpartnered as well, that was a double whammy.
She had been partnered with both Sandy and Ellison, but those were just temporary measures. Those two were already real partners, Blair's status not withstanding. She needed a permanent partner of her own. Maybe if she asked really nicely, they'd consider a threesome
Betwixt Heaven and Hell
"Is it better to reign in hell or serve in heaven?" That question filled Taggart's mind as he entered the bullpen his first day back as a detective. After being ranking captain in the bomb squad, Joel feared a difficult transition back to a lesser station under Simon Banks.
Joel glanced through the blinds into Simon's office. Bank's face was red and he held the phone in a death grip. His strained voice was quite audible to Joel.
"Sorry, Commissioner I know he's not a cop--"
Joel smiled. For today, at least, it was better to serve in heaven.
Rage
The fury Blair felt permeated his entire being, bleeding crimson into his vision. In a blind rage he lunged at his much larger foe. Taken by surprise, the man fell beneath the onslaught, momentarily stunned as his head struck the marble floor.
A few feet away the two girls lay, their bloody injuries silent testament that Blair had arrived a minute too late. Their lifeless eyes drove him to a deeper frenzy as he beat the other man's head mercilessly against the marble.
Just before reason left him entirely, a hand caressed his shoulder and a deep voice whispered, "Blair."
Release
The sight of his Guide attempting to splatter a man's brains across the floor halted Jim momentarily, his mouth hanging open in shock. Shaking himself, Jim crossed the floor quickly, intent on stopping Blair before he did something he couldn't forgive when rationality returned.
Laying a calming hand on his friend's shoulder, Jim spoke softly, "Blair, he's not worth it. Come back to me."
Blair shuddered, dropping the killer and turning haunted eyes to his Sentinel.
"That's right, buddy. I'll take care of it."
Blair nodded once, then lunged at Jim, grabbing his friend's shirt as he began to cry.