Doing His Job

By Debbie

EMAIL: Debbie

Blair stood by the cells, looking at the men responsible for hurting his friends. It had been a combined effort from Blair and several other officers that led to the arrest. Blair had just come from Robbery, where he had finished his report. He wanted to go to the hospital, but as a member of the Cascade Police Department, he knew the paperwork always came before anything else.

Blair stared intently at the leader of the group, Johnny Morgan. Morgan had shot out the tires on Rafe's car, causing the crash that had sent Rafe and Brown to the hospital. He was also responsible for shooting Jim. Blair was able to avoid the same fate. Because of that, Blair got to a radio and called for backup, resulting in the end of the group's criminal activities.

There was a hearty clap on his shoulder and Blair turned to see Joel Taggart standing there.

"What are you doing here, Joel?"

"Well, I was just at the hospital checking up on everyone and I was surprised you weren't there. I figured you were here."

"Yeah, I just finished the paperwork on the arrests and wanted to make sure none of them had lawyered up already and were out."

"Jim was asking where you were."

"I… I'm not sure I can face him, Joel. He took the bullet aimed for me. He shouldn't have done that."

"He's always going to do that, Blair. You know how he feels about you. Plus the fact that he's a cop and that's his job, protecting others."

Blair smiled. He indeed knew how Jim felt about him. That was the main reason Blair took it upon himself to get help and to be involved in the arrests himself. Blair had been the only one able to summon help, and in the aftermath, he knew he had to be involved in arresting the perps.

"I know, Joel. I'm going to head to the hospital now. They'll be surprised I was involved in the arrests."

"Probably not. They know how good a cop you are."

"Even if I'm not a fully trained one yet."

"You've learned from the best, Blair. We all take pride in helping with your education in the world of law enforcement."

"And I appreciate everyone doing that for me. Can you give me a ride to the hospital, Joel?"

"Sure, Blair. Let's go."


Blair had checked on Rafe and Brown first, pleased to see that both of them were going to be okay. He hesitated at the door leading to Jim's room. He knew Jim was probably aware he was standing on the other side of the door.

Blair hated it when Jim got hurt. It hurt Blair to see Jim hurt. He loved Jim so much and over their years together, Blair had become as protective of Jim as Jim was of Blair.

Blair opened the door and walked into the room. He didn't want Jim to think he wasn't there.

Blair looked down at Jim in the bed. He was asleep. Blair reached out his hand, running it softly down the left side of Jim's face. As Blair leaned over to plant a kiss on Jim's lips, his eyes opened. Blair continued with the kiss.

"I wondered where you were," said Jim after the kiss.

"I had to finish the paperwork. I didn't want to shirk my duties."

"Well, I would think your duty would be here with me, giving me comfort." Jim said it in an obvious joking manner.

Blair blushed slightly. "There's no where else I'd rather be, Jim. I'm here now and my only duty is to you."

Blair sat down beside the bed, taking Jim's left hand into his and squeezing it briefly.

"I love you, Jim. When you were shot, I knew the only thing I could do was to catch the ones responsible. No one shoots you and gets away with it."

"My avenger. I'm proud of you, Blair."

"I'm just glad you're going to be okay. I was able to talk to your doctor and he told me you can go home in a couple of days."

"Where you can give me lots of attention and take care of me."

"Um… I wish I could, Jim, but with Major Crime short handed, Simon asked me if I could fill in. I told him I would."

The disappointment was evident on Jim's face. "Oh. Okay. I understand. I'll miss you, though."

"I promise no overtime and I'll be home by 5:30 every evening. How's that sound? It will give us the whole evening together."

"The best compromise. I'm glad Simon asked you to help. How are Rafe and Brown doing?"

"They'll both be out of commission for a while. I'm sure Simon is going to have to borrow personnel from other departments."

Jim yawned and Blair noticed it. "Why don't you get some rest, Jim? I'll stay here with you for a while."

"You could snuggle beside me in the bed."

"I don't think so, Jim. You can't get any rest that way."

"Who says I want to get any rest at all?"

"Sorry, Jim. You need to get some rest."


It wasn't long before Jim was asleep. Blair double-checked before he got to his feet to leave. He hated leaving Jim, but he needed to get home to get some real sleep himself before going into work tomorrow. It was a real boost to his ego that Simon asked him.

Blair gave Jim a feather soft kiss on the cheek before turning and leaving the hospital room. He was surprised to see Joel standing out in the hallway.

"I figured you probably needed a ride to the loft too."

"Thanks, Joel. I was prepared to call a cab."

"I was just afraid you were going to spend the night."

"Nah, Simon needs me in Major Crime tomorrow. It surprised me that he wanted me to help out."

"He knows how good you are also. He's a good judge of people."

"Well, I need to get some sleep or I won't be worth anything to anyone tomorrow."


Simon gave Blair a lot of responsibility in leading investigations and handling cases. Blair would tell Jim about it when he went to see him in the hospital. Jim was proud of his partner, knowing Blair relished the opportunity to show his leadership abilities.

Jim noticed Blair had more animation when describing cases and the investigations he was handling. It only proved to Jim that Blair was a natural as a police officer. There had been doubts in Blair's mind about his abilities to become a police officer. The one thing that convinced Blair to try was the encouragement from the other members of Major Crime and Simon's acknowledgement that he believed in Blair. Blair just needed approval from people he respected.


"So, when do you get your own division, babe?"

Blair stared at Jim, and then frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Well, the way you describe it, the Cascade Police Department is practically yours now."

Blair smacked Jim on the arm. "That's not funny, Jim. I'm not ready to become Chief of Police yet."

"Oh, give it another… let's say a couple of months and then you'll be in charge?"

"Maybe a year. And you can be under me."

"Babe, I'll be under you or on top of you. It doesn't matter to me."

Blair groaned. "That's bad, Jim."

"Gee, I thought it was very clever!"

"It's a good thing I love you. Otherwise, I'd have to complain about that line."

"You never complain, babe. You going to be here to pick me up tomorrow or do you have something else more important on your schedule?"

"I'll be here. I told all the criminals that I have plans tomorrow morning."

"Good. I'd hate to think you'd put criminals ahead of me."

"Never." Blair leaned over, kissing Jim on the lips. Jim reached up, holding onto Blair and prolonging the kiss.


Blair got permission to stay home with Jim for the rest of the day after he brought him home from the hospital. He made Jim comfortable on the couch and then prepared sandwiches and soup to eat. After they ate, Blair sat on the floor in front of the couch, wanting to stay near Jim as he dozed.

As he sat there, the last couple of days seemed to come crashing down upon him. He had held it together so expertly, but now… he just seemed to need an outlet. He didn't make a sound, not wanting Jim to worry or be upset. The reality was that Jim was here, alive and on the road to healing. That was a great help to Blair.

He only hoped that things remained calm for a while so that they could work back to a normal life. A life where he was just another member of Major Crime and Jim was by his side.

The End