And It Rainedby Wildeskind
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Title: And It Rained
Warnings: None.
Simon Banks hummed under his breath to the rhythmic thumping of the windshield wipers and the quiet hissing of the tires on wet pavement. He could feel the tires slip a little as he turned onto Prospect Street. Slowing down, he meandered down the street before rolling to a stop. "What am I doing here?" It had been a long week, full of paperwork, paperwork and more paperwork. The higher on the food chain he went, the more paperwork he had to do, the more time he spent at work, and less time he had for a life. Now it was Friday night and he had no where to go. Daryl was at his mother's for the weekend and his lady friend had called earlier to break their date. There he was, sitting at his paper-strewn desk, the squad room unnaturally quiet, the evening stretching endlessly before him. So he had left the precinct and started driving aimlessly around Cascade, the damp cold sinking into his bones. He hadn't realized where he was heading until he had passed the little corner store at the end of Jim's block. It seemed only natural to turn toward the loft apartment and the promise of warmth. The car had slowed down more and more the closer he got to Jim's building. Finally, it had stopped in the middle of the street. He had sat there briefly, just looking up at the windows before headlights in the rearview mirror forced him to park across the street. Turning off the motor, Simon leaned back, letting the keys fall into his lap. The silence of the night was broken only by drumming of the rain hitting the top of his car and even measure of his breath. Simon stared blindly at the winding, twisting paths of the raindrops on his windshield, thinking of the two men whose lives followed a similar pattern. Winding, twisting, merging, splitting, apart but together. Two men who had come to mean alot to him. Everything always seemed a little brighter when that ball of energy named Blair entered a room, his enthusiasm tempered over the past couple of years by Jim's quiet strength and steadying influence. The chemistry between the two men was ... unique. Their personalities, seeming opposites, blended into a whole, allowing them to combine their talents to solve cases faster and more efficiently then any other team he knew. And it wasn't just Jim's special abilities. Blair brought his own special abilities into the mix. His encyclopedic knowledge of mankind coupled with his skill as a researcher and his own fresh perspective made him a valuable addition to the team. Even more striking than their skills was their friendship. Sometimes it was like watching an old married couple. Blair would look at Jim in a special way and Jim's eyes would light up, both of them laughing silently at some shared joke. The touch of Jim's hand on Blair's shoulder could bring comfort to the younger man, whose compassionate nature sometimes got trampled by the cruel realities of police work. They even argued like a married couple, over the shopping, who did what, silly things that never made any sense except to the participants. And when they hurt each other.... Simon felt a chill go down his back.. When they hurt each other it was like watching someone walking around with an arm or leg missing. Suddenly there was a tapping on the car window. Simon jumped, his hand reaching for his gun. Looking out the window he recognized the monkey grin on his right and the longsuffering look on the left. Outside his car stood Jim and Blair, sharing an umbrella, huddled close together to keep dry. Simon could feel the heat rising in his cheeks when he realized that Jim must have heard him drive by and park. From the stiffness in his joints, that must have been some time ago. Simon rolled down the window. Jim opened his mouth to speak, but as usual, Blair beat him to it. "Hey Simon, are you okay? Jim heard you park 20 minutes ago. You know, if you wanted to catch your death of pneumonia there's easier ways of doing it." Jim gave his partner a look that said, 'you are really dense sometimes.' He turned back to Simon. "Simon, it's kinda cold out here for a stakeout, don't you think? Why don't you come in and join us? Blair's just made some of his ostrich chili and the JAGs game is just about to come on." Simon looked at the two of them, feeling the warmth already reaching out to him, enfolding him, banishing the cold emptiness within him. "Yeah, I think I'd like that."
The End. Comments, Criticisms??? Email me at wildeskind@surfree.com. I can take them!!
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