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Merry Christmas Everyone and I hope you all have a Happy New Year. A little late for Christmas I know but here are my December Dues.
As always thanks to my wonderful beta reader Lyn.
Christmas Owies By Mel Bone Blair stood back to admire his handiwork. No one in Major Crimes had wanted to decorate the Christmas tree, and when Blair walked into the bullpen, he magically got elected to do it. “Hey Chief, How’s it going?” Blair turned to see his partner standing in the doorway. “Good, I’m almost done, just a few more ornaments to hang, only problem is all of them have lost their string, so I don’t know how I’m going to hang them.” “So, I guess I should go finish this paperwork then?” Jim sighed and walked back to his desk. “I guess so, Jim,” Blair grinned. Looking in the ornament box, he pulled out some cotton. “Now how do I attach the string to these?” Blair mused as he held the small ornamental ball up. Opening the desk drawer, he discovered some thumbtacks.
“Ah perfect.” Pushing the thumbtack into the ball, Blair then tied a piece of cotton to the tack. He repeated the process with the remaining ornaments. One of the ornaments was a little bit harder than the others and Blair had to push harder to get the tack in. To his surprise, the ornament broke and the tack embedded itself in Blair’s thumb. Blair stared at the tack now embedded in his thumb, mesmerized as a tiny drop of red blood seeped out from the wound. Shaking himself out of the daze, he quickly pulled the tack out and started heading towards the break room to clean the wound. As he entered the room, it suddenly got brighter and he felt as if he was moving in slow motion. As if from a long distance he heard someone call his name, before everything went black.
Jim had watched Blair enter the break room, thinking he had finished decorating the tree, he got up to follow, only to bolt for the break room when Blair suddenly fell to the ground, hitting his head on the nearby table. Reaching Blair's side, he quickly checked him for any serious injuries. Finding none, he turned Blair onto his back, discovering a nasty gash on his forehead from where he hit the table. He was about to get some medical supplies to treat the wound, when Blair started to come to. “Hey, Chief,” he softly called and was rewarded with two slightly dazed blue eyes, which quickly shut again as Blair groaned and tried to sit up. “No, stay down, you’ve got a pretty nasty head wound there!” “No, No I’m ok.” With Jim's help, Blair managed to pull himself up into one of the break room chairs, where Jim checked and dressed Blair 's wound. “Looks like you’ll live, no concussion, and I don’t think you’ll need stitches. Do you remember what happened?” Looking down at his thumb, which had suddenly began to throb, Blair suddenly remembered what had happened, embarrassed that he passed out because he stabbed himself with a thumb tack. He felt it was best not to tell Jim the truth. “Um, I must have tripped or something,” he replied, not meeting Jim's eyes. Jim picked the lie straight away. “Tripped, huh?" but picking up on Blair's nervousness, decided to let it drop. “Let’s call it a day, shall we, and get you home?”
The End
Authors Notes: This is based on a real life experience, I actually used thumb tacks one year to put sting on Christmas ornaments, one ornament broke and the thumb tack ended up in my thumb. I managed to walk out into the Kitchen before passing out and hitting my head on the kitchen sink. Scared my little brother. I know Blair probably wouldn't pass out for something like this, but how else was I going to make it into a Blair owie <g>
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