DISCLAIMER: Jim Ellison and Blair Sandburg along with Simon Banks, Joel Taggert, Brown, Ryf, and the Sentinel concept are the property of Pet Fly Productions and UPN. And I only *wish* the videotape was mine! No copyright infringement intended. Special thanks to the crew on IRC for betaing this for me on such short notice. And thanks to Lucy for the title. =] Cops, Guides and Videotape by R'rain "Now, God damn it, now!" Bolstered by his partner's cry, Blair gripped Jim's shoulders and with a long, hard thrust, sheathed himself in his lover's body. Letting out simultaneous groans, the two men began to undulate against one another, Blair pressing his chest against Jim's hard, contoured back. Blair hissed and dug his fingers into Jim's flesh as the rocking sped up. Then he was thrusting in and out so hard the bed began to bang against the railing of the loft. "Jim!" he cried out. "Jim!" Jim reached his hands out blindly to hold onto something, anything. The headboard did nicely. Crying out Jim's name again, Blair slammed into him one last time then shook as his orgasm hit. "Jim," he said weakly, then with a surge of energy he pulled out and flipped his lover over, engulfing Jim's still hard erection in his mouth. Jim's shout shook the mirrors. "Oh *God*, Blair!" His hips shot off the bed as Blair took him down his throat and licked at the base of his cock. "Oh *God*!" His eyes closed and his fingers gripped at Blair's hair as he came. ~~~~~ Blair hit stop on the tape, and turned, grinning, to his partner whose quick breaths were clearly audible. "That's a keeper, huh." "I never thought I could do it at *all* with a camera there, let alone...*that*!" He loosened the collar of his sweater with a finger and swallowed. "That was..." "Some of the best sex I've ever had," finished Blair, standing. "I'm gonna put this back upstairs, man. I just *had* to show it to you when I saw how it came out. *Not* something I wanted to watch alone." Giving Jim a quick kiss, he raced up the stairs to the loft. Jim followed at a much slower pace. "What's the rush?" "The rush?" repeated Blair incredulously. "The rush is that we're due at the station about ten minutes ago. Did you forget?" "Shit!" Blair laughed. "You *did* forget! Well, that's a first. You're like an elephant, man." He turned back to the stairs as Jim frantically began gathering the pile of documents on the bedroom chair. "I'll go start the truck for you. Meet you downstairs?" He waited for Jim's quick nod before bounding down the stairs and out the door. It was about five minutes later that Jim hopeed into the driver's side of the truck, already toasty warm. "All right, let's go, Chief." The great thing about being a cop was that there was no one to stop you when you decided to break every traffic law in existence. "Jim, you know, Simon's not going to kill us if we're a couple of minutes late." He glance at the rapidly rising speedometer. "Jim?" "Sorry." The speedometer began to fall again. "I'm a little... energetic." Blair bit his lip to keep from laughing and didn't say another word the rest of the way to the station. ----- It was two hours before they'd gone through the evidence to Simon's satisfaction and were able to climb back into the truck for the ride home. Two long, boring hours while Jim elaborated on the copious notes that Blair had compiled. Ordinarily Jim didn't object to that part of his job, but Sunday--Sunday was *his* day and he didn't want to be stuck wasting it at the station. "When we get home," he whispered huskily, "I'm going to nail you to the mattress so hard you aren't going to know what hit you." Blair shivered involuntarily. "Still thinking about our 'movie'?" "I haven't been able to think about anything else since we left the loft," he growled, reaching next to him and digging his fingers into Blair's knee. "Um, any chance we can turn the siren on, man?" They were home in ten minutes flat. Blair nearly tripped over Jim's feet in his haste to get upstairs. "Come *on*, Jim!" Jim, in the meantime, had kicked his shoes off, dropping them over the side of the stairs, and was busy pulling his shirt off over his head. Grabbing Blair's shoulders he threw him to the bed. "I want to fuck you while we're watching out tape," he whispered in Blair's ear. "Oh yeah!" Blair scrambled off the bed, then froze. "Um, Jim?" he said nervously. "What??" "What did you do with the tape?" "Not funny, Sandburg," he growled. "Hurry up before I explode here." "I'm not kidding, Jim. I left it on the chair and it's not there now." Jim sat bolt upright on the bed. "The *chair*? Blair, that was the evidence pile!! Everything on that chair I gave to..." The looked at one another frantically, the same word on both their lips. "Simon!" Jim scrambled off the bed and began pulling his shirt back on. "We gotta get back to the station. Maybe he's still there. Maybe he hasn't gone anywhere yet. You think?" "Worth a shot," said Blair, already racing back downstairs and grabbing his jacket from where he's thrown it on the floor. "Let's see...three minutes out of the station, ten minutes home, 2 minutes getting upstairs...we've only been gone fifteen minutes. He's gotta be there!" Jim raced down the stairs and ran full-body into Blair. "Come on! Let's get out of here!" Blair stumbled out the door with Jim right behind him, slamming it on their way out. "Okay, if we take route 64 up to the bridge and cut through the construction yard...with the siren on...we can do it in seven minutes." Blair grinned, even in his panic. "We've *never* been able to do it in just seven minutes, Jim!" "Get in the damn truck, Sandburg," growled Jim, slamming his door and slapping on the lights and the siren even before he left the parking garage. "How could you have left the tape on the evidence files?!" "How was I supposed to know what that was. I was just a little distracted at the time, you know!" "That's no excuse. What if he's gone, Blair. What if he's *watching* it??" Blair laughed nervously. "I hope he's enjoying it." "This is *not* funny!" Blair laughed harder. "It's not! Do you think I want my Captain to see me bare-ass naked being fucked by my partner?" Blair couldn't stop laughing. "Come on Jim, he's seen worse!" "Worse?? What do you mean *worse*?? Besides, if you're so unconcerned about this how come you slid down the damn bannister to get to the truck faster?" "'Cause I don't want your Captain to see *me* bare-ass naked fucking my partner. Um, *faster* Jim!" "Yeah, I've heard that one before! Brace yourself..." Jim went full-tilt over the speed bump and nearly hit his head on the roof of the truck." "Speaking of having heard things before," laughed Blair. "Dammit, will you *stop* laughing?" growled Jim. "I *can't*," said Blair, gasping for breath. "*Think* about it, Jim. This is like a scene out of a bad porn movie!" "That *tape* is a scene out of a bad porn movie!" "That tape is a scene out of a very *good* porn movie, Jim. Get it straight." Jim just looked at him and Blair burst out laughing again. "I didn't *mean* it that way!" "All right, hang on, Chief." Jim screeched around the corner into the parking garage of the station and hopped out of the truck almost before it had come to a complete stop. "Come on, hurry up." A moment later Blair was right behind him, running for the stairs. "Jim, wait up," he gasped. "I don't have a decade in the forces to help me out here." "I've never known you to have a problem with stamina, Chief," he said, taking the stairs two at a time. "Only three floors to go." "Three...floors...," gasped Blair. "Only...three...floors." Jim burst into the Major Crimes bullpen and made a beeline for Simon's office. "Simon!" he said, walking right in, almost sagging into a chair in his relief. "You're still here!" "Don't you *knock*?" "Sorry, Simon," said Blair reflexively, walking right in behind him. "Weren't you two going home?" "Yeah, we did, but..." Jim's eyes scanned the desk, then the room. "Simon, where are those files we just went over?" "The files? We were done with all that stuff. I got Brown to take them down to records for me." "Records?" repeated Jim, his eyes a little wild. He and Blair looked at one another. "We, um, gotta go, Simon. Thanks!" The two men raced out of the office and hit the stairs again. "Uh, what floor is records on, Jim?" "Basement." Blair groaned and kept following. Jim smacked into the records desk at a dead run. "Oof. Jamie...was Brown just here?" "Brown?" "Yeah, Ray Brown. Black guy, a little shorter than me..." "Oh, yes. Been and gone I'm afraid. Do you need something?" "Yeah, the evidence files he brought down here. Have they been filed yet?" "Yes, but--" "Was there a videotape with them?" "Yes, but--" "Can we get it please? It's been, um, misfiled." "No, I'm afraid not." "No?" "Captain Taggert was here just a couple minutes after he came down here and asked to see them." "Taggert," repeated Jim. "Yes, he said he hadn't gotten a chance to see the surveillance tapes yet." "But the surveillance tapes are locked up in evidence..." "Well, there *was* a tape with the files, Detective." "Shit," swore Jim under his breath. "Do you know where he went?" "Well, I think he went up to A/V to take a look at them. He asked me to call up ahead to make sure the equipment was ready for him." "A/V," repeated Jim. "Thanks, Jamie. C'mon, Chief. A/V is on the sixth floor." "Jim, is the damn tape really worth all this?" "Were we watching the same tape??" Blair thought about it, then began hauling himself up the stairs again. "I swear, Jim, if we have to do this one more time I say *let* the whole damn department get their cheap thrills out of it!" "That'll be the day!" Jim pushed open the doors to the A/V department and looked for any room that was in use. There was only one, and Jim burst in unannounced. "Jim!" Joel nearly jumped up out of his seat. "Sorry," said Jim not sounding apologetic at all. His eyes went immediately to the screen, and to his profound relief he did *not* see his naked ass sticking up in the air. He didn't see himself at all. "Um, Jamie said you picked up the files on the Kendall Case?" "Yeah, I did. Ryf asked me to run down for him while he made a few calls. Why?" "Ummm, something just got misfiled. You know where he is?" "Yeah, he went down to the front desk to take care of something." "When?" said Blair frantically. "'Bout five minutes ago. What's the hurry?" "Umm, let me get back to you on that," said Jim. "Blair..." "I know, front desk, first floor," said Blair, trudging towards the stairs. "Don't you believe in elevators, man?" "Get going," he said, giving him a gentle shove on the back. "Thanks, Joel." Blair was exhausted by the time he stumbled out of the stairwell on the first floor, but Jim was still going strong. "Get a move on, Chief. He's still here." "Still here? How do you know?" "I can hear him on the phone," said Jim simply. "Come on, last stop. I promise." "It better be," grumbled Blair. "I'm about ready to give that tape to the local TV station if they'll let me sit down!" Jim smiled broadly when he reached the desk. "Ryf! How's it going?" "Oh, hey, Jim," he said, hanging up the phone. "I thought you and the kid already headed home....?" "Yeah, um, we were about to. Joel told me you had the files on the Kendall case?" "Yeah, sure, I was going to review them tonight. You need something." "Yeah," said Jim. "There was a videotape? It was filed with the wrong case." "Oh!" said Ryf, digging into his bag. "Here it is." He handed over the tape to Jim. Blair nearly fainted into the nearest chair. "Do you know where the actual surveillance video is?" "Evidence," said Jim, showing incredible relief. "Thanks, Ryf. See you tomorrow." "Yeah, uh, see you tomorrow." Jim helped Blair out of the chair. "Let's go home, Chief." Blair nodded wordlessly. The ride home took twice as long as the last one, the trip up the stairs to the apartment about 4 times as long, but finally they were relaxed on the couch once again. "So, you in the mood to watch this now?" asked Jim. Blair laughed. "Sure, why not. Pop it in." Jim did, and hit play on the remote control. A grainy black and white video of the interior of a convenience store showed up. Blair's breath caught in his throat. "Jim?" he croaked out. They looked at one another again. "Oh, shit!" --end--