Disclaimer: they aren't mine. I'd be much nicer to them!
E-mailing to Save the World
by N*V*ER
Jim picked up his jacket from the coat rack, and his keys from the table by the door and stood, feeling as it he had forgotten something. It was a fairly important something. He was pretty sure of that.
He checked the back of his slacks: gun, cuffs; he had his badge and ID (altho' the time he had lost the case containing his badge and ID in April and thought he'd have to pay big bucks to get it returned forever cured him of automatically assuming it was on his person); his cell phone, his keys, his jacket. . .What was missing?
His hearing detected a slight tap tap tap on a computer keyboard.
Of course. He was forgetting his Sandburg.
He remembered a time when his Sandburg was fully self propelled and motivated!
"Yo, Chief. Let's go!"
"Yeah," Blair muttered as he continued to type.
"Sandburg! Move it!"
Blair typed frantically. "Hold on, Jim." Sandburg hit the send key and heaved a sigh.
"What *are* you doing?" Ellison asked, his blue eyes staring at the now blank computer screen. "We have work to do. You know, keeping Cascade safe from the bad guys? Ring a bell?"
Sandburg tugged a lock of long curly hair behind his ear and looked up at his partner. "But, Jim, I'm busy."
"Busy doing *what* exactly?" the older man demanded to know.
"I'm E-mailing to save the world, dammit!" Blair sunk back in the chair. "I didn't want you to find out this way."
"Excuse me? E-mailing to save the world? I don't get it, Sandburg. Is it a chain letter thing. . .?"
"No. Jim. There's this crazed executive of a tv network and we think he's *so* certifiable. He's the guy who didn't renew "Sentiment" that show we covered the convention for back in April? When you lost your wallet?"
"My badge and department ID. Let's keep the record straight. So, the show wasn't renewed? It's a tv show, Sandburg."
"Like the Jags are just a sports team? Huh?"
"I didn't say that."
"But you thought it. If I were upset over a sports team it'd be
different, wouldn't it? Wouldn't it?"
Jim needed. "Of course. Sports is. . .well. . .sports. This is a tv show."
Blair stood up. "It starts as a tv show, Jim. This crazed executive just ignores the masses and makes up his own rules. They treat people with hostility on the phone. What if his way of thinking catches on? What if.
Blair stood up. "It starts as a tv show, Jim. This crazed executive just ignores the masses and makes up his own rules. They treat people with hostility on the phone. What if his way of thinking catches on? What if -- what if HE buys the Jags and decides to move them? Remember how upset everyone got last time the owners sold the team? Got into politics and everything! What if this guy were to come in and do something like that? Would you fight him?"
"Of course."
"Well?"
"So you're E-mailing to save the world by saving a tv show?"
"Sort of." Blair stood proud and as tall as his 5 - 8 could look next to Jim's 6-1. "Yes."
"Does one E-mail do any good?"
"Can't hurt!"
Jim looked at his partner, at the enthusiasm in those big blue eyes and felt his heart melt just a smudge. "I'll send one."
"No kidding?" Blair's face grew serious. "Thanks, man. I knew you wouldn't let me down."
"Yeah, well. It's about friendship, I guess. Someone told me that once. What do I do?"
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