"Ellison...my office now!" Simon Banks bellowed. He didn't bother to glance up from his desk, knowing without a doubt that Detective Jim Ellison was on his way.

"Yeah Simon? You wanted to see me?" Jim quirked an eyebrow at Simon. "What's going on? New case?"

"Oh no, Jim, it's not a case. Unless you want to call it a case of recklessness. The brass would like an explanation of that little fiasco you called a bust last night."

"What do ya mean, Simon? That was a clean bust. We caught Delgado dead to rights in that stolen car. He led us right to the chop shop. Bad guys are all in jail; paper work is done, what's the problem?"

"What's the problem? You want to know what the problem is? How about the fact that you commandeered a civilian's car? And then rammed said civilian's car into a mailbox? Did I mention that the car belonged to Councilman Brody's favorite nephew? Then there's the matter of the stolen car. Did you ever consider that maybe it would be a good idea to recover the car in one piece? Did you really have to knock the door off?" Simon's face grew red as the volume increased.

"Now wait a minute, Simon, I can explain..." Jim sputtered.

"No, Detective, you wait a minute. The brass has had it with your reckless disregard of the property of the people in this city. So they had a meeting. Guess who the topic was? " Simon glared at Jim, waiting for an answer.

"Simon, Sir, I can justify every part of that bust. I had no choice. I couldn't let the perp get away, could I?" Jim said self-righteously. "I was just doing my job."

"Detective, you seem to have forgotten that your job is to SERVE AND PROTECT! That includes property as well as people. And since you seem to have forgotten the fact that this is the eighth vehicle you damaged while 'doing your duty', the brass has made a decision." Simon smiled evilly, anticipating Jim's reaction.

Jim tugged at his suddenly tight collar. "What do you mean they made a decision? What's going on, Captain?"

"Congratulations, Detective Ellison. You're going to driving school." Simon waited for the explosion. He didn't wait long.

"Driv...what do you mean driving school? Are you nuts? I've been driving since I was 14! This is stupid! I am not going to any driving school!" Jim was bellowing by the time he reached the end of his tirade.

"Detective Ellison, I'll thank you to remember exactly who your speaking to here. I am your Captain, and you will remember that fact. And you will be attending a driving class. This is not open for discussion. You either take the class and pass, or you ride your desk until the brass loses interest in you."

"Fine," Jim fumed. "When do I take this 'class'?"

"Tomorrow is the first day. It's a three-day class; the first is a class on safety and rules of the road. The 2nd day you're on the road with an instructor, and the last day you take a road test and a written test. You pass, and you're golden again with the boys downtown," Simon explained.

"Jim, I don't want you to take this too hard. Just take the class and get the brass off both our asses, and get things back to what passes for normal around here" Simon asked pleadingly. He knew what a pissed off Ellison was capable of and wanted to head off any problems.

"Fine, sir. I'll be there. Where exactly will I be?"

"Since you're a cop and the brass doesn't want the public to think that we have unsafe cops on the road, they arranged for you to take a private class. You'll be attending the BE SAFE Driving School."

"That's the new school near Park Place, isn't it?"

"Yeah. It's only been open for a few months, but it already has a sterling reputation. Plus Councilman Brody's nephew has a friend who works there." Simon rolled his eyes at Jim.

"I really gotta do this, don't I?" Jim asked resignedly.

"Yes, Jim, you really have to do this."

Turning, Jim walked out of the office. He glanced around the room at the rest of the Major Crimes group. They were all studiously ignoring him, pretending to take calls and type reports. He walked to his desk and stopped as he realized the top of his desk was covered with matchbox cars and trucks of every shape and style.

"Not funny, guys, not funny!" Jim grabbed his jacket and stormed out of the room, ignoring the burst of laughter that followed him out the door.

***

Jim pulled into the parking lot of the BE SAFE Driving School, making sure to squeal the tires. He reluctantly got out of the truck and headed into the building. Glancing around the small but tidy office, he spotted the receptionist coming back into the room.

"Welcome to Be Safe Driving School, where our motto is our name" the blond at the reception desk said with a smile. "How can I help you sir? Do you have an appointment?"

"The name's Ellison...James." Jim looked without interest at the girl. Too young and too perky for his taste.

"Mr. Ellison...oh you have a private class with Mr. Sandburg. You must be important. Councilman Brody called to set it up himself!" The young girl looked suitably impressed. "He's such a wonderful man!"

Jim rolled his eyes. "Yeah, he's a prince."

"We see his nephew here a lot, but this is the first time I spoke with the Councilman himself. I was so excited!" The impressionable blond looked ready to burst out of her low cut blouse in her excitement.

"Yeah, I 'know' his nephew. In fact, you could say he's the reason I'm here," Jim said sarcastically. "So, where is this Sandburg that I'm supposed to meet, Miss...?"

"Oh, I'm so sorry," she giggled. "My name is Kimmi with an I. I'll let Blair, I mean Mr. Sandburg know you're here."

"You do that, Kimmi with an I." Jim smiled with thinly veiled impatience.

Pressing the intercom, Kimmi announced in a breathy voice, "Mr. Ellison is here to see you, Mr. Sandburg."

"I'll be right there," a deep voice replied.

Jim glanced at the door as he paced impatiently. He stopped as the door opened and out sauntered a walking wet dream. Jim's mouth went dry as he took in the long curling hair pulled back into a tidy ponytail, the form fitting polo shirt, and the ass-hugging chinos. He looked up and lost himself in the bluest eyes he'd ever seen. It was several minutes before he realized his fantasy was actually talking to him.

"Mr. Ellison, Mr. Ellison, hey Jim, come on now, can you hear me?"

"Wha..." Jim shook himself slightly as he suddenly focused on the voice speaking worriedly to him. He looked down at the strong hands that had a grip on his arms.

"Hey, man, you back with me now?" Blair asked with amusement, as he looked at his latest student.

"Yeah, sorry. I guess I was daydreaming." Jim forced himself to ignore his sudden attraction.

Quirking an eyebrow, Blair skeptically watched Jim. "Sure, Mr. Ellison. So, are you ready to get started? We have a lot of work to do. I've seen your recent driving record."

Jim found himself staring at Blair's mouth as he spoke. "Let's keep it Jim. Mr. Ellison is my father."

"Okay, Jim. In that case, I'm Blair. Why don't you follow me back to my office and we can get started."

I'd follow you anywhere thought Jim.

They entered a large but cluttered office. The walls were decorated with what appeared to be tribal artifacts. The desk was near the window and covered with papers. There was a long table similarly covered. Blair steered Jim to the table.

"Let's get started, Mr. Ell...I mean Jim."

Jim sat in the chair indicated and watched in amazement as Blair piled book after book in front of him.

"I didn't have to do this much reading to join the Department," Jim grumbled.

"Like I said, I've seen your driving record. Trust me, you need to read each and every one of these."

Jim stared in bemusement at Blair who was bringing even more books over to the table. He watched the arms as the muscles flexed...

~~~~~~

The jungle was hot and steamy. Jim wiped the sweat from his brow as he watched the naked form of the anthropologist swimming in the lake. His eyes traced the sleek body as it dove under the water. Jim thanked whatever higher power had crashed his plane in Peru and had led Blair to the tribe that had rescued him. Jim's eyes widened as Blair stood and shook his wet hair from his face. He turned toward Jim and slowly walked naked from the water. He stopped in front of Jim and as Jim put his hands on his shoulders he realized that he was harder than he'd ever been...

~~~~~~

"Jim...JIM! Hey Ellison, snap out of it!"

Jim shook himself as he realized he'd wandered off into a daydream in the middle of his class. He looked at Blair who returned his gaze with concern.

"You okay, man? You were really out of it for a while."

"Yeah, I'm just, uh, hungry. Really hungry..."

Blair looked at the clock. It was barely 10 am. He looked back at Jim skeptically. "Ok, I guess we can break for a snack. Be back here in 15 minutes."

Jim walked into the bathroom and splashed cold water on his face. He couldn't afford to be distracted like this. He needed to focus, get through the next 3 days and back to work. There was no time for -whatever it was-that was going on between him and Blair. The instant attraction he'd felt for Blair still amazed him.

Blair was in his office when Jim came back. He glanced up at him and smiled. "Are you ready to continue? We have a lot of ground to cover today."

"Ready when you are, Chief." Jim smiled suggestively. "For whatever you want."

"What I want is to get through these books and the rest of this day."

Three tedious hours later, Kimmi interrupted them with an urgent call for Blair. Blair excused himself and went to his desk. Jim watched his mouth as he talked on the phone...

~~~~~~

Jim sat in the theater watching the silent black and white movie. It was "The Sheik", the Valentino classic. He watched as the sheik removed the cloth covering his head. Shaking out his long curly hair, the sheik turned his suddenly vividly blue eyes directly out of the screen and looked at Jim. He held out his hand and spoke...the subtitles read "Come to me, my love. I've been searching for you."

~~~~~~

Blair hung up the phone and glanced at Jim. Not again! Jim had that same glazed look in his eyes he'd seen several times already. The man had a problem. He hoped it wasn't his teaching technique.

"Ok, Sleeping Beauty, snap out of it!" Blair shook Jim's shoulder. "Come on, Big Guy, talk to me!"

Jim shook himself. He focused on the sound of Blair's voice as he scolded him back into reality.

"Ellison, we need to talk. What the hell is going on with you? Do you have some sort of medical condition I need to know about? Are you epileptic?"

Jim sighed and hung his head in embarrassment. There was no way he was going to admit that he had been distracted by Blair himself.

"I'm fine. I was just...thinking. Yeah, thinking about how much work we still have to do. So can we get back to it?"

Blair gave Jim a doubtful look. "Are you sure? I mean, if there is something physically wrong with you, you shouldn't be driving."

"Come on, Chief. Do you think I'd still be on the force if I had some sort of problem like that? Can we please get back to work?"

Shaking his head, Blair picked up an extremely thick book. "Let's pick up where we left off."

Two hours later, Jim was ready to run screaming from the office. He was never one for deskwork, and he felt like if he had to read one more page he'd explode.

With surprising insight, Blair closed the book. "You look ready for a break, Ellison. Let's take another 15 minute break, then it's back to work. No more clowning around!"

~~~~~~

Jim heard the faint sounds of the music from the big top. He wandered aimlessly looking around with curiosity. He found himself suddenly at the door of a trailer. Opening the door as quietly as he could, he peered into the room. He saw...a clown? Yes, that was definitely a clown. Only they didn't have clowns that looked like that when he was a kid! This clown was wearing skin-tight blue jeans with a hole in the knee and a tee shirt that matched his illegally blue eyes. The rest of his features were covered in make-up.

Walking into the trailer, Jim slowly approached the clown. The clown didn't look too surprised to see him. Jim stopped a few feet away from the clown.

"You know what I want to see."

The clown smiled mockingly. Reaching down, he unzipped his jeans and reached in to pull out his long, thick cock. He was already hard. Slowly he ran his hand up and down, up and down............

~~~~~~

"Jim? Jim!" This was beginning to become an annoying habit. Blair looked at the red, sweating face of his student. Now what?

"Yeah, baby, come for me..."

"WHAT!!!!" Blair shook Jim's arm sharply. "You really need to snap out of whatever you're thinking!"

Jim snapped to attention. He looked at his hands like he'd never seen them before. Actually, he had never seen them grabbing Sandburg's ass, but that was a mere technicality. He looked up at Blair. Blair looked back at him with a puzzled look on his face. At least he wasn't calling for the men with white coats. Or even worse, calling Simon!

Jim got up and rushed from the office. Blair ran after him.

"Jim, what the hell is going on? What is wrong with you? I want to help you. Let me. Please!!!!"

Jim shook his head helplessly. "No one can help me chief. No one."

Jumping into his car, he started to drive away, but not before he heard Blair.

"I will see you tomorrow, Ellison. One way or another."

...to be continued in Many More Sequels of The Sentinel, premiering early August 2002

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Acknowledgment: This is for Patt & Audrey who are in touch with their inner kinks. And for my beta Sue. You rock!