24 Hours is a Long Day
Summary: Henri rues the day Blair is out of town and Rafe is sick. November Themefic for SentinelAngst.
Disclaimer: Not mine though I really wish they were. Any way I get no money for this so you can't sue me.
A Henri Brown P.O.V.
Hour 1 (6:00 a.m.)
I woke up this morning and leaped from bed excited about what a new day would bring. Especially as the sun shone warmly on my head.
Hour 2 (7:00 a.m.)
Only a hour later and already the day is on a down-hill slide. Sherilyn wakes grumpy, complaining I've pulled the cover off her and ruined her dream. She shoots ahead of me into the bathroom and takes such a long shower. I'm left with only ten minutes of lukewarm water.
Hour 3 (8:00 a.m.)
I'm out the door already late with a list of chores a mile long to be accomplished before I can return, and this after a full day of work.
Hour 4 (9:00 a.m.)
I get to work only to find out my partners out sick with the flu and horror of horror I'm to be paired with Sandburg's difficult partner as he's left town. How will I make it through the day? Why me?
Hour 5 (10:00 a.m.)
Only a few hours at work and already I'm ready to go home and crawl under the covers and stay there until next week. I'm waiting in the ER for Jim whose managed to break his arm diving out of my car on the way to an interview to catch a two-bit purse snatcher.
Hour 6 (11:00 a.m.)
Jim won't go home. No iron Ellison can work. Blair is going to kill me. Instead of going back to work I drag Jim off for a early lunch. It was supposed to be a simple lunch at Wonder-burger Jim's favorite place but my god! You would think Jim was the trouble magnet instead of Blair. Maybe we've been misnaming the wrong partner.
Hour 7 (12:00 p.m.)
Finally got the Wonder-burger thieves settled and it's good Jim's cast wasn't broken after all. Of course if he doesn't stop beating the computer monitor with it he'll accomplish that. Groan, now he and Megan are getting into a scrap over a case they've been working for the last month or so.
Hour 8 (1:00 p.m.)
The Captains put us out on the street to head off Jim's paper pushing tenseness. I'm driving but I can barely concentrate for watching what crazy thing Jim is going to do next. I mean how can a man sitting at his desk get involved in an escaped prisoner intent? I'm not surprised Simon tossed us out. Maybe both Jim and Blair are trouble-magnets and their combined bad luck cancels' itself out when they're together because it's sure working overtime now.
Hour 9 (2:00)
I thought I'd be able to make it to our interview without mishap if I drove straight there without stopping. Yeah that was a pipe dream. A high speed chase to help out the uniforms instigated by Jim placing his foot over mine on the accelerator and I'll never get the dents out of my new car. Then we get to Michaelson's where we're supposed to have our interview but are greeted with an explosion that leaves Jim pole-axed. I can't find any injuries but I'm already calling 911 when his head jerks up, tilts in that peculiar way of his and he's off. He does save the two secretaries trapped on the second floor but now he's got first and second degree burns up and down his arms and torso. Maybe Hairboy won't make it a painful death.
Hour 10 (3:00 p.m.)
Leaving the ER several hours later with an irate captain harping in my ear I think we're heading to the Loft to leave one banged up police detective. Ha! Maybe rationality is present in Major Crime bullpen but it sure doesn't reside with my partner for the day. Back to the PD we head after all Jim says "They're only first and second degree burns. He didn' t have to stay in hospital so it must be okay for him to work." Of course the doctors orders for rest and plenty of fluids is totally ignored. I better be on the other side of the country by the time Hairboy gets back.
Hour 11 (4:00 p.m.) & 12 (5:00 p.m.)
We ought to be heading home after a quiet hour of paper work. I can't believe nothing happened in all that time but instead here we are done on the docks with a task force comprised of Major Crime, Vice, Narcotics and SWAT. We're finally going to end the terror of Carlos Monteya and his gang of drug and immigrant child prostitution. Some of these frightened girls aren't even old enough for junior high. I'm ferociously glad we're shutting this piece of garbage down. Sandburg and Rafe are going to be so disappointed they missed out on busting this lot.
Hour 13 (6:00 p.m.)
We're crouching, waiting for a half hour and I can see Jim's in pain but he doesn't make a sound. Finally the bust goes down and I watch him come alive. Intel must have been bad or something tipped off the bad guys because they come out shooting with the terrified girls running in panic through the flying bullets. Jim was by my side. I don't know how he got out there bringing down two girls before they took a hail of bullets from the bad guys. I'm pinned down and can't move so I can only watch as Jim instead of finding cover moves through the deadly metal rain closer and closer to head honchos position. My heart is in my throat and I can't breath. All I can do is keep shooting and pray that God watches out for lunatics.
Hour 14 (7:00 p.m.)
I saw Jim go down. Oh God I saw him fall even as he blew Monteya into judgment. That ended the gun battle and even though I free to move I don't. I don't want to go over there. I don't want to see Jim's body with an obscene hole gushing out his life blood. I move slowly toward where I saw my partner go down and all I can see is two funerals. One after the other. First Jim's, then mine. Forget across the country it better be across the planet.
Hour 15 (8:00 p.m.)
He's alive. Thank God. He's alive. I so weak with relief I can barely stand. I feel like I'm a million miles away from the blood, chaos, yelling, screaming, cursing, tears and death. My vision is tunneled on Jim. He has a concussion from a bullet skimming his thick skull and I'm sure some of those bruised ribs are cracked. When the paramedics finish with him here I follow them to the hospital to once again wait in the waiting room.
Hour 16 (9:00 p.m.)
I'm going to kill Officer Reeves. I get to the hospital after being held up only to find out that he has delivered one battered, drugged Jim Ellison to the PD. I square my shoulders and head over there. I don't care what he says or I have to do I'm taking him home even if I have to carry him. Forget leaving running will never save me from Sandburg's wrath. I'm dead.
Hour 17 (10:00 p.m.)
Now that was a surprise I had no problem getting Jim home. I get to the station and he's sacked out on his desk snoring loudly. The Captain and Joel help me get him down to my car from the bullpen and when I get to the loft I carry, drag his heavy butt up to his apartment. I don't even try to get him upstairs to his loft bedroom, I'm so exhausted. I just settle him on the couch, cover him up and collapse bedside him. He doesn't even stir. He's dead to the world. Those must be some powerful drugs to keep Ellison down.
Hour 18 (11:00 p.m.)
Jim is settled. The loft is locked up. A note is left for Hairboy and I'm out of here.
Hour 19 (12:00 a.m.)
Arrggh.I can't go home until I've completed my shopping list. Sherilyn threatened to put me out if I showed up without the shopping items. It's hard finding a store still open after midnight but finally I find a all-night liquor store that sells groceries. I barely manage to fill my carry basket and it's not the best quality and way to high in price but at least I got them.
Hour 20 (1:00 a.m)
Sherilyn is just happy I'm home safe after hearing about the Monteya bust with two cops down on the 11:00 news. She is upset I didn't call before earlier. One cop from Vice was killed and the other cop down was Jim. I didn't personally know the cop killed but it's always hard when a brother in blue is taken down.
Hour 21 (2:00 a.m.)
Finally I'm nestled in my warm, comfortable bed enfolded in my wife's secure arms. I drift off to sleep listening to her sleepy hums.
Hour 22 (3:00 a.m.)
Hour 23 (4:00 a.m.)
Hour 24 (5:00 a.m.)
"Who set the danged clock for 5:00 o' clock in the morning? I barely got to sleep!"
Hour 25 (6:00 a.m.)