Email: khollie@usa.com
Revised March 2003
Disclaimer: I don't own the guys or anything, I just like to play with them. I promise to return them to Danny Bilson, Paul DeMeo, and friends when I am done.
Deanna Jordon
As the door slammed shut on Sandburg and Ellison, Dan Coates turned to his two co-workers. "Man, I can't believe I just saw that!"
Ellen Bryst shook her head as she closed the top of her evidence kit. "Me either. Can you believe he did that and lived?"
Dan put down his camera and looked thoughtfully at the door. "Uh hu. And he's not even a cop from what I hear. He's a civilian for crying out loud."
Brent finished laying out the plastic body bag on the floor next to the couch. "I didn't think anyone could do that to Ellison. I've seen him deck other cops for getting in his way like that."
"Yeah," Ellen chimed in, "I'm glad I'm not a beat cop. At least we don't have to worry. A dead body doesn't generally yell or get pissed at us just for taking its picture."
"Yeah, and if they ever do, I'm outta here!" Dan grinned at Ellen as he and Brent carefully lowered the body into the bag.
Ellen played with her ponytail as she watched her colleague's work. "I've never seen Ellison that out of it before. Screaming about cutting the guy open and things to 'ready the body for the next world'. I was about ready to run and let him have the body any way he wanted it."
Brent worked the zipper, sealing the object of their curiosity out of sight. "Who is this Indian to him anyway?"
"Something to do with the time he was down in Peru on that Army thing," Ellen said as she shined a light on the couch.
"So he knew the guy?" Brent continued.
"Yeah."
"Buy why get so pissed off for taking a few pictures?" Brent was clearly confused.
Dan threw up his hands. "I don't know and I ain't asking. Let Sandburg handle his ass."
Brent chuckled. "I still can't believe that. Sandburg outshouted Ellison and pushed him around. I would've bet that Ellison would have cleaned his clock for him."
Ellen smiled at the memory. "If he'd tried, I think Sandburg would have done the clock cleaning."
Brent didn't give in. "Who would believe a shrimp like Sandburg taking on Ellison? I don't think Banks could've handled him in that kind of mood."
"Me either. But if he can do that to Ellison, I sure don't want him pissed at me." Dan said as he brought over the gurney.
Brent nodded to Dan to lift as they placed the bag on the gurney. "Does Sandburg do that all the time?"
"I don't think so," Dan responded, "although I've heard talk around the station."
Ellen looked pained. "What, they're gay?"
"Nah, but you know how close partners can get."
Dan picked up his camera bag. "Well, for my money, anyone who can handle Ellison gets my vote. I've been chewed out by him before and I don't wanna repeat the experience."
"I'll say it again. If Sandburg can manhandle Ellison and make it stick, I sure as hell don't want him mad at me for anything." Brent remarked as he began backing out of the apartment.
Dan held the door as Ellen helped Brent with the gurney. "You said it. Come on, let's drop him off, then I'll buy you both a cup of coffee."
The End