The Sentinel Zone

The Sentinel Zone 2/17

The Loft
Friday April 4, 2003
7:00 a.m.

A second before the alarm clock could go off, Jim turned around and shut it off and then turned back toward Blair. Looking down at Blair, Jim couldn't help himself but smile at the beautiful sight before him and with a smile Jim began to brush Blair's hair.

"Mmmmm, that fells good." Blair said, as he burrowed deeper into the bed.

"I know, but we have to get up." Jim said, giving Blair a kiss on the head.

"Ok." Blair said, with a sigh.

As Blair was getting up the phone rang. "Ellison." Jim said, picking up the phone.

"Jim are you coming in soon?" asked Simon.

"We'll be in, give us an hour." Jim answered, as he watched Blair go into the bathroom.

"Is there a problem?" inquired Jim.

"No, but I want you here when Sheriff Bannerman calls," answered Simon.

"Don't worry we'll be there." Jim answered, before hanging up and going into the bathroom.

When inside he climbed into the shower and knelt on the floor positioning his face level with Blair's hips. Pressing gently on either side of the young man's anus, Jim revealed the wrinkled hole in all of its pink glory. Unfurling his tongue, he began just behind Blair's balls and continued up to the top of his anus. The young man shivered from the pleasure. God, he loved Blair's ass, loved eating it out, licking it, fucking it, loved the way Blair moaned as he ate him, licked him, fucked him.

He continued to lap and nip at and around his hole until the entire area was flushed and Blair's lips had begun to spasm. Blair laid his head forward upon his arms and focused on breathing. His cock had gotten so hard that it poked up. He groaned as Jim opened his mouth around his balls and sucked them while his finger played in his ass. He felt the tip of Jim's finger enter him and begin to gently massage his hole.

Jim then stood upturned Blair around and, kissed Blair's neck as his finger continued to open him up. Then, removing his finger, Jim stroked his lover's voluptuous ass, hands sliding over the wet flesh, in between the plump cheeks. Blair tried to turn so he would be able to kiss his lover, but Jim just kept him were he was.

"Jim, please fuck me." Blair said, in a hushed voice. Trying to catch his breath from the wonderful sensation. With a smile Jim moved so that he was against the edge of the tub he then sat down and drew Blair to him. He then turned him around and aligned his cock with Blair's hole.

He then slipped inside being very careful not to hurt him, and then began to move Blair up and down on his cock. "Oh gods Jim more please." Blair yelled out, as Jim began to move faster and faster in him. The speed increased as orgasm approached until they both couldn't hold off much longer and they both came as one.

"I love you baby." Jim says, as Blair got off him. I love you too." Blair answered, as he kissed Jim. "Let's get dressed." Blair said, as he left the bathroom.

Cascade, Washington
Major Crimes

It was around seven o'clock in the morning when Simon walked into his office to hear the telephone ring; (Can't they wait?) Simon said to himself. "Banks." Simon said, as he sat down.

"Captain Banks, this is Sheriff Bannerman," said Walt.

"Yes Sheriff, what can I do for you?" asked Simon.

"I have decided to come to Cascade to help your people with the case." Walt said, picturing the look on the Captains face.

"Sheriff, my men don't work well with people they don't know." Simon said, as he himself pictured Jim's face.

"I understand Captain, but one of our town leaders wants me there, along with the person who told us where the children are." Walt answered, wishing that Reverent Purdy were here.

"One of your town leaders?" asked Simon, in a suspicious voice.

"Yes, Reverend Jean Purdy wants the killer caught as fast as possible," answered Walt.

"That's why I'm bringing someone who will be able to help with the case."

"How will he be able to do that?" Simon asked, again in a suspicious voice.

"Please don't laugh, but John is psychic." Walt answered, waiting for Simon to laugh.

"Look Sheriff, I've dealt with a psychic and he didn't impress me," Simon said pointedly

"John's different and he's good." Walt said, hoping he'd convinced the other man.

"Alright, I'll give him a chance." Simon said, with resignation. "But I don't know how my men will react."

"As long as they give him a chance," answered Walt.

"When will you be here?" Simon asked, deciding to change the subject.

"Either today or tomorrow," answered Walt.

"Ok, we'll get everything ready." Simon answered, before hanging up.

"That would be great." Walt said, and hung up himself.

Cascade PD
Major Crimes
8:00 a.m.

As soon as Jim and Blair walked into major crimes, "Ellison, Sandburg in my office NOW!" Simon yelled, when he saw them walk in.

"What did you do?" Jim asked on the way.

"Why do you think I did anything?" asked Blair.

"Because there wouldn't be any reason for Simon to be yelling for us this early in the morning." Jim answered, with a smile.

"Come in." Simon said, a second after Jim knocked.

"Did you want to see use, sir?" Jim asked, as they walked in.

"Yes, I just spoke with the Sheriff from Cleaves Mills, Main. He and his people are coming here." Simon answered, trying to hold his temper in.

"So what's the problem?" asked Blair.

"It seems that one of his men is psychic," answered Simon.

"Simon, please not another psychic." Jim said, with a whine in his voice. "The last one we worked with almost killed the child."

"I understand, but the Sheriff says he has no choice. It seems that the psychic has very high backers." Simon answered, taking out his cigar.

"What do you mean a high backing?" Blair asked, in an inquisitive voice.

"It seems that one of the towns most prominent men, a Reverend Jean Purdy believes in this man and wants him here to help us," explained Simon.

"Wonderful, he has a Reverend convinced he's psychic." Jim said, having a feeling that this case was doomed.

"I don't care if he's psychic or not, I want you to work with him and find the children." Simon said, giving Jim a glare. "Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, sir." Jim said, in his soldier voice.

"Blair stay." Simon said, as the men were about to leave.

"What can I do for you Simon?" Blair asked, after Jim left.

"I want you to keep him in line," said Simon.

"Simon-Captain he's not a dog, but I will make sure that he plays nice with others." Blair said, in a sarcastic voice before leaving.

"My life is shit." Simon said, after Blair left. "I don't believe he told me to keep you in line." Blair whispered, Sentinel soft after leaving Simon's office.

"Don't worry babe, I won't do anything to the men." Jim said, as Blair sat down at his desk.

"Please, just be nice to them." Blair said, giving Jim a smile.

"Scouts honor." Jim said, with a smile.

"Thanks, I love you." Blair whispered, giving Jim a smile.

"Love you too." Jim answered, back with a smile. "I think we should get to work." Jim said, when he saw Simon looking out his office window.

"Where do you think we should start?" asked Blair.

"Let's go ask one of my snitches." Jim said, as he got up.

Before Jim and Blair could leave Simon stepped out of his office, "Where are you two going?" asked Simon.

"To talk to my snitches." Jim answered, before they left.

Cleaves Mills, Maine
Friday April 4, 2003
11:00 a.m.

Meanwhile at John Smiths house he'd just gotten up when the telephone rang, "Morning, Walt." John said, as he picked up the phone.

"How do you do that?" asked Walt. "No, I really don't want to know. Are you ready to fly to Cascade, Washington?"

"Who did you talk too?" John asked, as he was getting ready.

"A captain Simon Banks, Major Crimes." Walt answered. (How is he going to handle a large city?) Thought Walt.

"Walt, I'm going to be fine." John said, almost reading Walt's mind.

"John don't do that with new people." Walt said, trying not to be freaked out.

"I promise Walt, I'll be on my best behavior." John said, with a smile.

"Fine, are you ready?" Walt asked, knowing that John wouldn't be able to help reading people.