There was an envelope sitting on Jim's desk when he arrived at work in the morning. All it said was Detective Ellison. He tore the envelope open and read what was written inside.

Detective Ellison,

As a fellow officer, I felt the need to tell you someone videotaped you and Detective Sandburg in a private moment, if you catch my drift. They're selling them in Homicide, Vice and Robbery that I know of. I am most certain that you will try to put a stop to it and discontinue the embarrassment of the Major Crime Division.

You don't know me, so don't try and figure out whom this is from. I just don't like the idea of someone watching another officer. Good luck, Detective.

Sincerely,

A friend.

Jim put the letter back into the envelope and put it in his pocket. Looking around the bullpen, he wondered if it was someone there. No one seemed to notice him watching them.

Getting up, he went down to Forensics and had them see if there were fingerprints on the sheet itself. Jim needed to get it done before Sandburg came in. Carl was on duty and said he would get the results to Jim as soon as possible.

Jim was walking back and realized he really didn't want that letter floating around. He walked back into the room and said, "Carl, I'll just hang out and see what you find out. I need the letter back, too."

"Sure, Jim. It'll be about a half-hour. Good enough?"

"Perfect," Jim walked over to the window and watched the people in the parking lot. Nothing looked out of the ordinary, until Jim saw someone staring up at the window at him. It was Cason. He wouldn't be that dumb, would he?

"Jim, there were only two sets of prints. Both belong to cops. One is you and the other is Lt. K. Harper from Vice," Carl looked over at Jim to gauge his temperament.

"Thank you, Carl, I'll take that now and this is between me and you," Jim said over his shoulder on the way out the door.

Jim didn't quite know what to do. Either Harper was a friend or foe. He acted like he hated him when he questioned him about Blair. But maybe he was just pissed off that Jim had let Blair get hurt. Getting off the elevator, he walked to his desk and sat down. He picked the phone up and buzzed for Rhonda.

"Yes, Detective Ellison, what can I do ya for?"

"Hey, Rhonda. I need you to get me a number for another Detective. His name is Lt. K. Harper and he's in Vice," Jim waited thinking she was looking for the number and finally he said, "Problems?"

"What do you need his number for?"

"Rhonda, I don't have to tell you what I want a number for, it's business," Jim almost yelled into the phone.

"Well, why didn't you say so," Rhonda said with relief in her voice.

"Why the fuck does it matter?" Jim said aloud, although he was just meaning to think it.

"Well, it would matter to Blair. And we love Blair."

"Give me a friggin' break. Could I have the number?" Jim growled.

"It's ext 236. Do you want me to connect you now?"

"Rhonda, I swear to god, you sounded just like the phone operator. Maybe you missed you calling in life," Jim laughed softly. "Thanks, Rhonda. Thanks for watching out for Blair, too."

"I'll get you connected to Lt. Harper now," Rhonda made the call and was off the line.

"Lt. Harper,"

"This is Ellison. I need to talk to you, right away. Where do you want to meet?" Jim sat there and was sweating just thinking about people watching a video of he and Blair. Fuckers...

"In the garage, I'll be standing there. Just pull up and we'll drive out and talk away from the station." Harper hung up without even listening to see if had agreed to it.

Jim got into his truck, backed up and Harper was standing there. Jim reached over and unlocked the door so Harper could get in. Neither man said anything as they drove out of the garage. Jim was so focused on Harper that he didn't notice Joel and Blair pull into the garage.

"Isn't that Jim?" Joel wondered aloud.

"Yeah, where does he think he's going?" Blair asked it as they both noticed he wasn't alone. "Isn't that Harper?"

"Yeah, it was, Blair. Must be looking into a case together," Joel realized it was lame the moment it came out of his mouth.

"No problem, Joel. Don't worry. Jim never said he wouldn't have other partners from time to time. In fact, it's no different then you and I working together, I'm sure. Talk to you later, man." Blair almost ran up to the elevator and jumped on and went upstairs.

Blair questioned himself all the way up. He knew Jim wouldn't fuck around on him. He's probably just working. Then why didn't he tell him? This is work. Blair needed to leave his love life at home. He was wondering if it had anything to do with that. Maybe it was all about work.

When Joel got back upstairs he saw Blair sitting at his desk working hard. He walked past and rapped on Simon's door.

"Come in." Simon stood up got he and Joel a cup of his newest blend of coffee.

"Simon, I need to know something. Did you send Ellison out on a call anywhere?"

"Nah, he took some comp time. He said he needed to take care of some things. Actually, I was surprised when I saw his partner still here," Simon said, looking out over the bullpen as he sipped his coffee.

"Well, I just wondered, sir," Joel stood to leave.

"Don't sir me. What's going on?"

"He was with Harper in the parking garage and Blair saw them. I told him it was probably a case he was assigned to, but I guess that's not the case." Joel began pacing in front of Simon's desk.

"Don't worry. I'm sure they just went out for coffee or something. You know two men can go out for coffee and not be involved." Simon set his cup down and said, "Now I need to get back to work."

"Talk to you later, Simon," Joel walked out the door and went to his office hoping he wouldn't have to glance at Blair looking so sad, more than once.

Jim looked over at Harper and said, "So why are you helping me?"

"Because you seem to be standing up to everyone, showing you're strong and not some weak fag. I hate when a gay person does that. You and Sandburg don't deserve this shit." Harper continued looking out the window while they drove.

"Have you seen a copy?"

"Yeah, they were showing it around to get the orders. How specific do you want me to get?" Harper finally looked at Jim.

Jim pulled into a parking lot and started taking deep breaths. "Okay, hit me. I want to hear all about it and how do I get a copy?"

"Someone would've had to have been across the street from your loft. You're both naked and in that one you were fucking Sandburg. And mind you, you did it very nicely in my opinion. Of course, they all think you fuck just like the fag you are. Their words, not mine." Harper just sat there waiting for the next question.

"Well, there really isn't anything we can do. I mean, they've all seen my ass. They've all seen me fuck my partner." Jim started beating his fists all over the steering wheel.

Harper finally pulled Jim's hands off the wheel and said, "Ellison, you need to do something. It's not right. Go to Captain Banks report the tapes being sold and get IA on this but do something. They all want to know if he's good, you know? You make it seem like he's your entire world while you fuck him and they don't like it. Watch out for him." Harper let go of Jim's hand and moved back over to the door again.

"I just don't understand why you're being nice to us. It makes no sense." Jim looked honestly confused.

"I'm gay, Ellison. But unlike you, I'm careful about my lifestyle."

A very shocked Ellison sat very still for a moment before he started the truck. "I don't want to argue about things with you. I need to get back to the station. Ready to go back?"

"Ready as I'll ever be." Harper might be 6'8" tall, be buff and tough, but he still didn't like this ugliness going on. Made him nervous and now there was a huge possibility of him being outed. Fuck! Why didn't I stay out of it?

Jim got off the elevator and approached him partner and said, "I'll be right out Chief. I need to talk to Simon."

"Like I care. Do whatever you want," Blair began typing again.

Leaning in to Blair Jim whispered, "What's going on, Chief?"

"Lunch date, Jim?" At that moment, Jim knew that Blair had somehow seen him with Harper. Fuck...

Blair knew that he was not so much jealous of the two men being together but the two men working together. Blair liked to think he was Jim's only partner.

"I have to speak with Simon and then we'll go to lunch and I'll tell you what happened," Jim walked towards Simon's office and heard Blair say, "I'm going out on a case with Joel. This is work, after all."

Jim walked back over to him and pleaded, "Please don't leave. Promise me you'll wait so that we can talk."

"Fine, go."

Jim knocked on Simon's office and entered when he heard, "what do you want?"

"Bad day, Simon?"

"You could say that. What's going on with you?"

"Sir, I got this note today and I found out who sent. I found out that tapes of Sandburg and I are being sold all over the place."

"Have you told Sandburg yet?"

"Not yet, sir. I was hoping you'd have some ideas on where we would go from here." Jim looked totally lost.

"We'll start with IA and also calling the Captains' in charge and we'll get to the bottom of this. Let me get Sandburg in here," Simon opened the door and yelled, "Where's Sandburg?"

Jim jumped up when he realized that Blair hadn't stayed where he was supposed to be.

Simon bellowed, "Conner, Rafe and Brown get your butts in here. Joel, since you're here, come on in, too."

They all walked into the room and wondered what was going on. Simon explained it all to them and told him how dangerous it could be for both men.

"I'm going to fucking kill them." Conner stood up and went towards to door.

"Conner, where do you think your going?" Simon asked.

"Sandy's downstairs working out and then taking a shower. I didn't know he was in danger or I would have went with him." Conner opened the door and started out.

"Thanks, Conner," Jim went flying through the bullpen.

"Has it always been this far to the locker room?" Rafe asked.

"It is when you have a crazed Jim Ellison on your hands," Conner laughed as she punched his arm.

Jim punched her back and said, "I'll get you for that."

None of them were aware of the hell that Blair was going through at that moment.

Locker Room:

"Well, if it isn't the pretty boy. Even with your nose broke, you're pretty." Detective Nance was touching Blair while he spoke.

"Knock it off, Nance. Get your fucking hands off of me," Blair shoved the larger man away and moved further into the locker room not knowing that's what they all wanted.

Blair looked around and realized that he was surrounded. That fucking dick that was with Jim today was in the shower. It looked like he was giving him the evil eye, so of course Blair gave it right back.

"We've so enjoyed the video of you and your partner and we want to try out the man that makes James Ellison moan and get so sappy over. It would be best if you didn't fight us," Franklin moved closer to Nance with a big smile on his face.

"You guys are going to be so fucking sorry if you don't let go of me now," Blair rasped out trying to get away from them.

"You looked real pretty in the tape," Cason said starting to unbutton Blair's shirt.

"What are you talking about? What tape?" Blair was panicking and didn't know what to do.

"The tape of Big Boy Ellison fucking your ass. He made it look so good that we have to check this out for ourselves," Jensen spat at Blair.

"Jim will kill all of you. I hope you know that," Blair spat out still fighting to get away from them.

"Pretty boy, we're not one bit afraid of Ellison. He's a pansy," Nance whispered into Blair's ear making Blair shiver and not a good shiver.

Harper took that very moment to walk into the locker room, naked and strong. This man looked even taller without clothes on to Blair. "What's going on, guys?"

"You're in for some real fun now, Harper. We all get to try out Sandburg and we know how much you hate Ellison, so here's your chance," Cason was really getting into this.

"Explain something to me. You all hate fags, am I right?" Harper asked quietly.

"Of course we do," Jensen answered.

"Well then, what I want to know is, why in the hell would you want to fuck him if you hate men who fuck men. That would make you fags. Am I correct?"

"No, it's not correct. We just want to try him out and see what's so special about him," Nance moved closer to the door in case Sandburg would make a run for it.

"I'll show you special. You're the worst kind of fags. You're the ones that hide behind your everyday lives and tell people you're all right. When in all actuality your as fucked up as everyone else. I don't care how you're looking at this; it's gay. You're all fucking gay." Blair stood his ground as he ranted.

Nance walked up to him and slapped him hard. "Keep your mouth shut you little fag."

"Why? Do I scare ya, Nance? Does it bother you that everyone knows about you now? Because I'm telling you, you're a flaming gay." Blair again stood waiting for a blow.

"He's just saying that to stall, Nance," Jensen said from behind him, "we're not fucking gay."

Blair started laughing and said, "Think about that for a moment. Fucking gay? I love that term. And now I have you all using it. My job is done."

Cason came up and slugged Blair really hard, causing Blair to double over. "Now let's see who has the big talk."

"Oh yeah, you hit like a fag, too," Blair spit out once he got his breath back.

Franklin headed towards him and said, "Fuck this shit. Let's get this show on the road. Harper, do you want him first or what?"

"So since I hate Ellison, I get first stab at Sandburg? Is that correct?"

"You sure can. Want him now?" Jensen asked almost bouncing.

Blair looked around the room and wanted to gag. But he had to keep his head. Okay, so he didn't keep his head this whole time. He knew he was going to get raped. His gun and his equipment were in the locker. Now he watched as this huge man, who hated Jim, came towards him.

Harper pushed Blair up against the locker and Blair started punching and fighting and finally he got hold of Blair's face and he said, "Blair, trust me."

He looked around and saw everyone watching him and he yelled, "I don't do peep shows." He then dragged Blair kicking and screaming to the next row of lockers.

"Sandburg, get up and ready to run," Harper whispered.

"Why are you helping me?" Blair honestly couldn't figure this out.

"Because I like you and Ellison together, and yes, I'm gay. They'll figure it out soon. I've hated them all for years," Harper realized he had no clothing on. "Fuck, there is no time for getting dressed. Everyone will just have to see me naked running with Blair Sandburg. I'll be the talk of the station."

"Ready, Harper? I won't go without you." Blair took his arm and pulled him closer. "Can we beat them to the elevator. If we could get on there, we'd be all right."

"Yeah, I'm going to lift you up and pretend I'm taking you somewhere," Harper lifted him up and threw him over his shoulder. Then as he ran out the doorway, they all started after him.

He hit the button for the elevator and it opened. He pushed the close door button and tried not to breathe so hard.

"Harper, you could put me down now, man. Thanks a lot," Blair took his shirt off and handed it to the large man and said, "In case you want to cover something up."

"Thanks, Sandburg," Harper put the shirt on like an apron and used the sleeve to tie in the back. His ass was still out, but at least everything wouldn't be hanging out for the whole world to see.

Harper pulled him into a strong hug and found a very responsive Blair.

"Shit, Harper, I was scared out of my mind. Thank you so much," Blair talked into the large man's body, not showing him his face.

"Hey Sandburg, you did really well. You didn't let those fuckers know you were scared. I have to tell you I was impressed. And I was scared shitless too, so don't feel lonely," Harper continued to keep Blair in his arms seeming to need the feel of him to calm down.

When they got off of the lift, Blair asked one of the other officers where Ellison was. "He's downstairs looking for your butt. Better stay put. Love the look." Officer Reed laughed as he walked away.

"Hey, Harper, let's wait right here because they'll probably be right back. I don't want to have you going all over the place with your butt hanging out," Blair said laughing good-naturedly.

"Keep laughing, funny boy, and I'll take your pants," Harper said laughing just as hard.

"Oh shit! I can see it now. Look, Harper's wearing shorts to work,"

"Well, it would be better than being naked," Harper said seriously.

"Thank you again, Harper," Blair hugged him once more before he leaned against the wall that was opposite the elevator.

Locker Room Again:

"What do you mean it's empty? Did we miss them on the elevator?" Rafe asked Jim.

"Let's take the elevator this time, Jimbo," Conner was irritated.

"Nobody better have hurt our Hairboy," Brown was almost running to the lift.

"Our Hairboy? Something you want to talk to me about, Brown?" Jim asked while smiling.

"We all love him, Ellison. Not just you. So get over it," Rafe growled as he joined Brown in the lift.

The ride up was pretty quiet and when the doors opened they were greeted to a nearly naked Harper and a semi-naked Sandburg.

"What's going on? Are you two all right?" Jim asked looking from one to the other.

"We'll fill you in when we talk to Captain Banks. Then I'll have to start looking for a new precinct. Shit..." Harper said as he walked to Simon's office.

"Oh MY god! Be still my heart," Conner said as she tried to get closer to watch him.

Jim leaned in and whispered, "He plays for the other team, Conner. Too bad, so sad."

Imagine Simon's face when he had two semi-naked men walk into his office. "All right, what in the hell is going on? And why are you naked, Harper?"

"Sir, I can answer that for him. He had no time to dress. He was saving my ass." Blair beamed over at Harper and Jim wasn't wild about that look of adoration.

"Why am I not surprised? Okay, someone start at the top," Simon sat down and chewed on his cigar nervously. "Ellison, go and get this man some clothing while they fill me in."

"Sure. Why do I need to hear what in the hell happened?" Jim mumbled as he left the office.

"Kicked out already, Jimbo?" Conner asked, trying not to laugh.

"I have to go and get clothes for Harper. You know... the man of the fucking hour," Jim started punching the elevator button over and over again.

"Jim, stop it. I'll ride down with you and we'll talk."

"I don't need to talk, Conner. In fact... go away!" Jim got onto the elevator looking like a lost soul.

Conner never listened to Jim before, so why would she start now? "Conner, did you not hear me say I wanted to be alone?"

"Oh yeah, big man, I heard you say it but I knew you needed me to help you."

"Help me what? God, you Aussie's are weird."

"Will you stop saying that. I might be weird but don't blame Australia. They're fine, I'm just odd."

Jim couldn't help it, he started laughing. "All right, Conner, what do you want to help me with?"

"I want to help you see that Blair adores you. Why are you pulling this crap with Harper. He doesn't have a thing for Sandy." Conner shoved Jim over to the correct locker and they opened it.

"He doesn't have a thing for Sandy. Well fuck, now you have me calling him Sandy. Will you fucking stop that, Conner?"

"Fine. I'll call him that cold impersonal Sandburg like you do."

"Anyhow, it's Blair. He's looking at Harper like he's the best thing in the world. He used to look at me like that. Then he just toughened up and didn't need me so much. And now... he's got someone else to look up to."

"Get a grip, Ellison. He thinks you're Superman or Batman. I, myself, think it's more like Spiderman. The way you're always running into walls and stuff. "

"Very funny, Conner. Well, I still feel like crap about it," Jim sounded very depressed as he spoke.

"Oh my, he has nice boxer briefs. These are so sexy. Do you wear them, Jim?"

"No. Geeze, you're way past weird. Are you saying men look better in them?"

"Yes, in my opinion, they do. If you got some of those and traipsed around the loft, Blair would be insane with need. Want me to shop with you tomorrow?"

"I might take you up on that. I know nothing about that kind of stuff but I do want to look good for him. After all, he's so young." Jim sighed as he grabbed everything else they needed from the locker.

"Jim, you're only nine years older than he is. Don't get a room at the home yet. Besides you have a damn nice package to show off. We just need to show it more."

"Thanks, Conner," Jim said, smiling.

"You know what really drives Blair wild, Jim?"

"Evidentially not," Jim replied sadly.

"He told me once that when you have Kevlar on, he almost came in his pants. And another time he told me that when you walked in the loft with your shoulder holster on he again, almost came in his pants. You now need to work this into your daily life." Conner looked over at Jim, smiling.

"I can't believe he tells you that shit."

"Well, Jim it's because I'm like his sister. You'd tell your sister that stuff, right?"

"No..."

"Okay, well are you going to show up in bed one night, wearing only Kevlar?"

"I might." Jim smiled this time.

"And how about naked with a shoulder holster on? Gonna try it?"

"I might," Jim was beaming by this time. "He really fucking said this?"

"Yes, Jim, he really fucking said that. He adores you and he thinks you are one hot potato." Conner slugged Jim in the arm "So, Jim, you do know that you can come and talk to me right?"

"I guess. Conner, I wouldn't feel comfortable doing that. I mean, I have a hard enough time talking to Blair," Jim ran a hand over his tired face.

"Well, you can talk to me, Jim. And if it's something you're not comfortable with you can just talk about something else." Conner draped an arm over his shoulder and he smiled at her.

"Conner, I think this is one of the weirdest talks I've ever had with you and I didn't think that was possible. But thanks, it took my mind off of feeling sorry for myself. Should we stop by Blair's locker and get his things?"

"Jim, he's dressed." Conner started laughing.

"I mean, his gun and his shield and he wasn't wearing shoes,"

"Jim, I didn't even notice that. What kind of cop am I?"

"A lousy one?" Jim started laughing as he picked up all of Blair's things and they made their way upstairs.

Jim and Conner took everything into Simon's office. Simon looked at Conner and said, "I think you should leave. Let's give him some privacy."

"Oh fine, you party poopers," Conner left the office and slammed the door.

As quickly as he could Harper got dressed. He stood taller, to Jim, once he had clothes on. Jim looked over at him and moaned. He looks great even when he's dressed.

Harper leaned into Jim and said, "He's just grateful. He's not in love with me. It's you he wants. He's pissed off at you though."

"He's always pissed at me," Jim sighed and sat down on the sofa.

"Jim, while you were gone I filled Sandburg and Harper in on what's being done. All of the Captains have been notified and they have informed us that there are only three tapes. One is in homicide, one in Vice and the last one in Robbery. They're to bring them to us and the men are all being brought up on charges. Next, Lt. Harper has made his statement against Cason, Franklin, Jensen and Nance. It's going to be attempted rape, and if the DA doesn't go with that, it'll be aggravated assault. Not to mention, the video taping and sales of said video tapes. No matter what, the fuckers are going down for it. What happens from there, I don't know. But they won't be cops anymore."

"Thanks, Simon. I'm glad that it worked out pretty well," Jim said, sitting on the sofa.

Blair was watching him and said, "Jim, could I talk to you in private, please?"

Jim got up slowly and followed Blair out of the office. They walked into one of the interrogation rooms and Blair shut the door.

"I want you to talk to me right now. What's going on?"

"Blair, would you like it better if I wore boxer briefs?" Jim just stood there with a sad look on his face.

"Jim, I love the way you look right now. If you want to wear them, that's fine. But don't do it for me. Now I want to know why when you walked off that elevator and saw me there you didn't hug me. You didn't seem to care if I was all right," Blair was getting closer to Jim as he spoke.

"Chief, I could see you were all right. You didn't seem to need me. You haven't needed me in a long time." Jim sat there with his head down.

"Well, Ellison, isn't that fucking bullshit? Baby boy Sandburg grew up. I'm fine, Jim, but I still like the hugs and the attention." He pulled Jim closer to him and kissed him.

"I saw the way you were looking at him in Simon's office. Like you used to look at me,"

"Ellison, I'm going to kick your sweet ass. Man, you piss me off."

"It's true! I saw it." Jim stood up and began to pace.

"Jim, it might have escaped your notice but they were going to fucking gang bang me. I was scared shitless. I knew you wouldn't get there in time, there were too many of them for me to fight alone. I figured I was going to die. I was scared, okay. Are you happy now? That's why I was looking at him like that. He didn't tell any of you how scared I was." Blair leaned against the wall and crossed his arms over his chest.

Jim took Blair into his arms and said, "I'm sorry, babe. I'm really sorry. I love you so much and I didn't ask you how you were. You have every right to be scared. I was scared when I heard about it. I wanted to fucking kiss Harper for saving you. At the same time, I wanted to kick his ass for doing something I treasure. Keeping you safe is part of my life. I'm a jealous prick, what can I say?"

"I'll tell you what you can say. What in the hell were you talking about boxer briefs for?"

"Megan saw Harper's and told me I should wear them for you. She said you'd like them a lot. Something about not showing my package off well enough."

"I'm going to smack her. That woman is a menace. How about another kiss?"

They kissed for a while and then pulled apart. "Got to keep this stuff away from work, man." Blair pulled him out of the Interrogation room.

When they returned to Simon's office, everyone was gone. Jim knocked once and opened the door.

"Sorry to bother you, but what's going to happen to Harper?"

"He's transferring up here. He met and liked everyone while he was involved with this, so he's transferring," Simon stuck that big ole wet cigar back in his mouth.

"EWWWWWWW! Simon, could that be any more gross?" Blair asked.

"You told me not to smoke, so I'm not."

"Jim, doesn't that gross you out?"

"Sir, we need to go home," Jim opened the door and pulled Blair out with him.

"Is it a Sentinel thing?" Simon asked quietly.

"You could say that," Jim pushed Blair out and they got on to the elevator and pushed the button for the garage.

The Loft:

Jim hadn't said much all the way home. Once they got there, he walked upstairs and got undressed and walked into the bathroom for a shower.

"Want some company, big man?"

"Nah, I'm just going to try and relax and then we can lay upstairs and talk if you want." Jim shut the door of the bathroom and Blair didn't know what to do.

He dialed Simon's office and heard, "Banks."

"Simon, I need some advice. Something's wrong with Jim. He's acting all weird and won't let me get close to him." Blair hoped that Simon would have a clue.

"What's he doing now?"

"He's in the shower," Blair answered.

"Once he gets upstairs tell him that you're scared and you need him to hold you. I think he's freaking out and he's scared to death. Just my take on it, but try it,"

"Thanks, Simon. Bye."

Jim came walking out of the bathroom, listened for Blair and found his heartbeat upstairs but it was a little fast and his breathing was labored. Jim went rushing up the stairs and crawled into the bed with Blair and he asked, "What's wrong, Babe? Tell me what's wrong."

"Please hold me. I'm scared," Blair went into Jim's welcoming arms.

As they lay there holding each other the oddest thing happened to Jim. He realized he was scared, too. He started shaking and then there was some quiet sobs. Very quiet. Blair wasn't sure at first if they were sobs or something else.

"I love you, Jim," Blair whispered into Jim's ear.

The big man held Blair tighter and this time let go of a lot of tension. He began a quiet litany, "I love you, Blair. I can't live without you. I never want to lose you. Please don't ever leave me."

"I love you back. I wouldn't want to live without you, either. We're never going to lose each other and I'm never going to leave you. I adore you." This time Blair wasn't forcing himself; he did some quiet crying until Jim kissed away all of the pain.

The kissing progressed into Jim moving into a '69' position. He took Blair's cock into his mouth and began playing with the gorgeous organ. Blair was doing the same thing to Jim. Each man determined to make the other come first. Jim pulled away for a moment and got some lube and slid a well lubricated digit into Blair's tight channel. As he started putting the second finger in, Blair was beginning the same thing. Both men began sucking very hard and both knew the other was close. Jim touched the pleasure spot and Blair shot into Jim's mouth, screaming as much as he could with a cock in his mouth. As soon as he got his breath back, he started getting serious with Jim. After rubbing Jim's prostate a few times, he came shooting into Blair's mouth.

Jim moved up and lay next to the love of his life. Before long they were both sound asleep.

About two hours later the phone rang, scaring both men. Blair grabbed it and said, "What now?"

"I just wanted to let you both know you're off tomorrow," Simon said, trying not to laugh.

"Thanks, sir and goodbye." Blair hung up not even waiting for a reply.

"What now, Sandburg?" Jim smiled at his love.

"I'll show you what now," and the boys were off and running again.

Both men were basking in the afterglow of sex, when Jim said, "Shit, someone's here." Getting up, he pulled his jeans on and went down to answer the door.

He opened it up to find one tired looking Harper on his doorstep. "Hey, Ellison," Harper tried to act cool while still stuck out in the hallway with his suitcase.

"Sorry, come on in. What are you doing here?" Jim tried to bite his tongue before he said it, but he wasn't quick enough.

"Excuse Jim, Harper, he's a bear when he's tired. What's up?" Blair walked down the stairs wearing skintight jeans and no shirt and Jim was ready to knock him up side the head. // What a fucking caveman you've turned out to be. //

"Well, I shared a place with two guys and I'm not one of the most popular right now, so I wondered if I could sleep on your sofa for a few days until I get a new place." Harper hoped Jim would buy this.

"Man, we've got one better. You can have the spare room. Stay as long as you like, okay?" Blair took his arm and led him into his old room. They had replaced the futon with a double bed. Blair looked at the bed and looked at Harper and said, "I don't think you're going to fit on this one, wanna sleep with Jim? I can take this room."

"No, he's not sleeping with me, Chief. Get your ass upstairs," Jim growled and then he smiled at Harper and said, "Thanks again for being there for my partner. Towels and toiletries are in here," Jim pointed to a cabinet and then walked up the stairs.

Once he was up there Blair whispered, "Did you lock up?"

"Fuck," Jim started back down the stairs. He locked the front door and was turning to go back up and he saw Harper standing there looking lost. "Problem?"

"Could I talk to you for a moment? Privately?" Harper looked almost nervous, which was odd to Jim.

"What's going on?" Jim sat down on the edge of the bed.

Harper sat next to him and said, "Are you certain you don't mind having me here? You seemed kind of pissed a moment ago. I don't want to come between you and Sandburg."

"Nah, you're fine. Seeing anyone right now?" Jim asked out of the blue.

"Yeah, I'm seeing someone, but he wants to keep it quiet. So I don't see him much," Harper stood up as if he wanted Jim to leave.

"Well, just know that you're safe here. You can bring anyone home, it's fine with us, as long as they're not axe murderers." Jim smiled and walked out of the room. "Oh and one more thing, Harper."

"Yeah?"

"Don't be walking around in those boxer briefs. Okay?"

"Sure. Night, Jim."

"Alright, I lied. One more thing. What the fuck is your fist name?"

Laughing, Harper said, "Promise not to laugh?" Jim nodded his head and Harper answered, "It's Kelly."

"Nice Irish name. Why would that bother you?"

"Look at me, Jim. Do I really remind you of a Kelly?"

"Well, what's your middle name?"

"It's Carter. Kelly Carter Harper."

"How about K.C.?"

"Shit! That would be a lot better. Thanks for the idea. Night, Jim."

"Night, Kelly."

"Jim, if you don't get your ass up here, you're going to be sleeping with Kelly," Blair yelled over the railing.

Both large men laughed as Jim rushed up the stairs.

Harper had a hard time sleeping because Jim and Blair were making quite a bit of noise. // I wish it was me. //

In the morning, coffee was made and breakfast was almost done when Blair came down the stairs. He was his usual sleepy self and saw the newspaper and said, "Morning, big man." Then he leaned in and kissed him.

Jim stood in the doorway and smiled as he said, "Chief."

"Oh fuck... Jim, I'm sorry, babe. You know I'm not awake before I have coffee. God, I'm sorry, Harper."

"You're a damn fine kisser, Sandburg, so no need to apologize," Harper got up to finish cooking and smiled at the young man trying to explain to Jim.

"Are you saying he tastes just like me?"

"NO! I wasn't awake. Damn it! You know I didn't do it on purpose." Blair was getting angry by this time.

"Wow, is it going to be this fun every morning, guys?" Harper asked with an evil grin on his face.

Jim winked and said, "You betcha. Blair is always good fun in the morning."

"Hey, I resemble that remark," Blair mumbled.

Blair couldn't believe how easily Jim had made fun of him. // He's going to pay. //

Both men decided that they'd go ahead and go into work. They had things to do. Jim called and told Simon they'd be there shortly.

"So, Chief, did you want to invite any other men home tonight?"

"Fuck you, Ellison. He saved my life, you asshole." Blair's lower lip was trembling and that always did it for Jim.

"Chief, I was joking. I'm sorry. You're right; we do need to help Harper. I just didn't think it involved your lips on his."

"Fuck you again, Ellison. I don't want to discuss this anymore. Stop talking to me," Blair put earphones on and turned the music up.

"Really mature, Sandburg." Jim sighed as he pulled into the garage.

When they got off the elevator and went into Major Crime, Harper was sitting at his new desk.

"It's nice to see you're going to grace us with your presence, Sandburg and Ellison," Simon called out from his doorway. "Do you want to get in here or do I have to send an invitation?"

"Jesus, what crawled up his ass?" Jim asked Blair as they walked to the doorway.

"I guess it must be going around, Ellison." Blair walked in and sat down.

"Well good morning to you too, Sandburg. Problem in paradise?"

"No, we're fine. He's a dick, but he was dick before I was sleeping with him, so it's not like a major change." Blair pulled out his tablet and pen and readied to take notes.

"That's a little more than I wanted to know, but I do understand about the dick remark."

"Excuse me... I'm in the room. Do you mind?" Jim whined.

"Sorry, hot shot, we forget about you sometimes," Blair was trying not to laugh.

"Seriously, guys, I have a job for you. We need some gay guys for this. Undercover. Actually, I need Harper and Ellison. Sandburg, I need you for surveillance and backup. It starts tonight. You up for this, Ellison?"

"Yes, sir." Jim answered quietly.

"Okay, I've already told Harper and he's fine with it, too. Jim, you'll need to fill him in on what you'll be doing. Sandburg, you're with Conner and Brown. Keep these guys safe," Simon started to fill the two men in, so they would both be aware.

"Now get out," Simon stood up and opened his door and they walked out.

"Oh, all of you on the night shift need to take off early so you can rest up. Good luck and I want full reports in the morning." Simon then quietly shut his door.

Jim noticed that Blair hadn't said a word since Simon's office. "Chief, you all right?"

"Why wouldn't I be all right? Just because my partner is being partnered with another person, shouldn't bother me. Right?"

"Chief, let's finish our paperwork and we'll discuss this at home." For once Jim was glad when Blair didn't argue with him.

Jim was working on his last case and Harper walked up and said, "Remember what you said about someone over? Well, could they come during the day since we're going to be out all night?"

"Yeah, that's fine. Here take my key if you're ready to go home," Jim handed the loft key over to him and Blair just sat there with his mouth open.

"That all right with you, Sandburg?"

"Yeah, that's fine, thanks for asking my opinion. Nice to see someone cares."

Jim just rolled his eyes and went back to his work. This day couldn't end soon enough.

Not one word was said by either man on the way home. They rode up to their floor and unlocked the door.

Jim said, "Shhhhh. Harper has someone in there with him."

"Like I care," Blair walked up the stairs and started stripping. Jim followed him up and said, "How can I fix this? I don't want you mad at me. I can't stand it."

"You want to make me happy? Let me fuck you senseless and you have to be very vocal. I don't want you being quiet. That drives me nuts. What do you think?"

"Okay." Jim stripped and got on the bed, looking like a condemned man.

"Jim, this is supposed to be fun, babe. Now just relax and enjoy."

Blair flipped Jim over easily and got him positioned for a good tongue fucking. Getting in between Jim's legs, he was able to get at that beautiful ass more easily. He started licking his ass first. Then he spread the gorgeous crevice and slid his tongue into Jim's hole. Jim almost came off the bed when Blair did it and started moaning loudly. Blair continued doing it until Jim was ready to come. He then flipped the large man back over and started sucking his cock. Jim was thrusting his hips up with each motion of Blair's mouth. The entire time yelling, "fuck me, baby. Fuck me, baby." Pulling his mouth off Jim's cock he grabbed the lube and started getting Jim ready. By the third finger, he was fucking himself on Blair's hand. "How bad do you want me, baby?" Blair teased him.

"I want you now. Please. I have to come, Chief. I have to come," Jim was begging so wonderfully that Blair decided to give in. Jim's legs went up easily over Blair's shoulders and Blair slid into the warm, tight, channel. Jim screamed his name. Blair never expected that and he began to pound into Jim hitting his prostate over and over again. Jim could tell Blair was close so he fisted his cock two times and came all over his chest and stomach. Blair followed soon after, pulling Jim's legs down and they lay in each other arms kissing.

"Hey, Jim, what was that all about? You never do what I ask. I loved it."

"Blair, I don't want to lose you because I'm quiet and reserved." Jim kissed him back.

"Why would you lose me?"

"You seemed on the edge this morning, Chief,"

"Jim, even when I'm pissed off at you, I'm still not going to leave you, got it?"

"Got it. But I had fun just now, Chief. That's the best sex I've ever had. Letting yourself go is probably a good thing,"

"It was a very good thing. How about us getting a little sleep before tonight? I promise I won't throw a fit about me not being with ya."

"Just remember that I want you there, too. Okay?"

"Night, babe." Blair cleaned them both up and then went into Jim's waiting arms for six hours of sleep.

When they got up, they all took turns in the shower. A man walked out of the room and Blair said, "Hey, aren't you Bill Meyers from the 12th precinct?"

"Yeah, good to see you, Sandburg." He shook Blair's hand nervously.

Jim walked out of the bathroom and said, "Hey, Meyers, how you doing?" He walked over and got all of them a cup of coffee and Meyers started to relax.

"Okay. I guess Harp was right. He said you were good guys but I wasn't sure and I overslept."

Harper walked out and said, "So did you meet, Mey?"

"You guys are too cute for words," Blair smiled as he began to drink his coffee.

"What do you mean?" Harper asked.

"Well, he calls you Harp and you call him Mey. It just cracks me up. I love it. Like I said, too cute for words," Blair rinsed his cup out and started to get ready for the night.

Meyers walked up to Jim and said, "Hey, Ellison could I talk to you for a minute?"

"Sure, we can go in the hallway if you want privacy." Jim led him out into the hall.

"I know this is going to sound dumb, but would you really watch out for Harp's back? People are threatening him at work. Everyone seems to hate him and he's a little down. I'm afraid he's not in top form." Meyers looked into Jim's eyes and saw a good man looking back.

"Sure, I'm going to watch his back and he's going to watch mine. Don't worry, okay?" Jim led him back into the loft and they found an angry Harper.

"What did you ask him, Mey? Did you ask him to babysit me? You think I can't fucking take care of myself anymore?"

"He asked me if he could come more than just tonight to spend the night. He felt comfortable here and just wondered how I felt about it," Jim hoped he would believe that.

"That's great, Mey. I'm glad. Sorry, guys. Okay, well I have to get to work. How do we do this?"

"You ride with me and Sandburg will take your vehicle." Jim smiled as he walked out the door.

"Sandburg, you better not hurt my truck," Harper called out as he threw the keys over his shoulder to a laughing Sandburg.

"What is it with you big guys? You have to have trucks?"

"There's a booster seat in the back. Use it," Harper said laughing loudly.

"Oh, that was so fucking funny I forgot to laugh." Blair crossed his eyes and stuck out his tongue.

On the drive over, Harper and Ellison had some things to discuss.

"What are we trying to do tonight? Captain Banks said you would fill me in." Harper said.

"There are five people that offer money to a couple for photography and then they drug them and do things that aren't so nice to them. But none of the men remember because of the drugs in their system," Jim answered.

"So who's going to lead when we dance?" Harper looked over at Jim waiting for the answer.

"Well, shit! I guess it's you. I've always said it would be the larger person. That would be you. Happy?" Jim growled.

"Hell, yes! I love to dance, but I love to lead more."

"I'm so fucking happy that you're feeling good about our dance card." Jim pulled into the parking lot and shut the truck off.

"Jim, can we practice kissing? I think we need to." Harper moved closer to Jim, while Jim was moving farther away. Jim's head hit the window and he growled at Harper, "What are you doing?"

"We have to be comfortable with each other or they won't buy it. So I'm saying we make out right now and practice." Harper stood his ground.

"I really didn't want to kiss. Jesus, I hate this job sometimes," Jim looked more upset than mad.

"Jim, it's okay if you get a little hot and bothered. That's normal. It'll be just between you and me, okay?"

"I just want you to know that I've never kissed anyone besides Sandburg and I might freak out."

"Freak out all you want as long as it looks like you're doing it for me," Harper leaned into Jim and kissed him so tenderly it took Jim by surprise. // Who would have thought a man this size would be tender? //

Jim finally closed his eyes and relaxed into the kiss and found out that Harper was one hell of a kisser. After about ten minutes, they pulled away from each other and Jim said, "Shit..."

"Tell me about it," Harper said as he opened the door and got out. He waited for Jim to come around and slid his arm around him and they walked into the bar. They found a table and sat down and Harper leaned in and kissed Jim again. "Harper, I don't think this is a really good idea," Jim said nervously.

Harper moved over closer and said, "It's making me hard, too, Ellison. You're not the only one."

"But I'm in a relationship and feel like I'm fucking around on him," Jim still wasn't really looking at Harper.

"Let's dance, Jim, and we'll try and forget things." Harper pulled Jim out to the dance floor.

As they began to slow dance, Jim started to relax a little bit, until he felt Harper moving in closer and holding him tighter. The taller man leaned down and kissed Jim as they danced.

Jim decided that this was his job; he had to do it. And he had to do it right. Harper would be able to feel him against him but there was nothing he could do about that.

By the fifth slow dance Jim was ready to come in his jeans. // Jesus! You're such a slut, Ellison. // Harper grabbed his hand and pulled him off into the bathroom. He pushed Jim into a stall and said, "I don't know about you but I have to take some of this pressure off or I'm going to come in my jeans."

He proceeded to pull his cock out and fist it hard and fast. The smell alone was driving Jim insane with need. He pulled his cock out and started doing the same thing. Both men came at the same time and leaned against each other until they got their breath back. Both men tucked themselves back into their pants and they went to wash up and go back out.

Once they were back out on the dance floor they were a lot more relaxed and they laughed and talked for the next hour. When they sat back at the table they were approached by two men.

"Hey, guys, feel like having your pictures taken for extra money. It doesn't have to be nudes." the tall dark haired man asked.

"I don't think so, but thanks anyhow," Harper said.

"Hey, Harp, we could use the extra cash with the party coming up," Jim said innocently.

"Well that's settled then, fella's. You can ride with us," the short blond said.

Jim and Harper followed them to their van, knowing that their backup would be following them.

The dark haired men gave the guys a beer. Jim and Harper opened them and Jim took a drink. It never occurred to them that the drug would be inside a beer bottle.

"What do you mean the van won't start?" Blair asked in a panicked voice.

"Hey, Sandy, we have no control over that," Conner snapped back at him.

"Shit, we need to do something," Brown jumped out of the van and went to see if Jim left his keys in his truck.

Blair felt his pockets and said, "I've got Jim's extra keys. Come on guys."

They all piled into the truck and went off in search of the missing van. "Shit, do I need to call it in, saying we lost them?" Brown asked no one in particular.

"Duh, what do you think?" Blair said sarcastically.

Brown called it in and there was more backup on the way. Blair was hoping and praying with all of his might that these men wouldn't hurt his mate. He didn't even realize that he was chanting, "Jim, Jim, Jim."

"We'll find him, Sandy, don't you worry," Conner said trying to calm the man.

Jim looked at Harper and leaned in closer to him. "The beer is spiked don't take a drink, Harp."

"Jim, we have to get out of here. I can't have them touch you or me. Fuck... Fuck..."

Whispering he said, "Harp, our backup will be here soon. Don't worry so much."

"Come on, men, let's go inside for some pictures." This was a new man and he easily picked Jim up and took him inside. Jim now knew why these men were so easily overtaken. "Hey, Harp, did you see the size of this guy? Jesus, I think he could lift you and carry you, too. Carry Harp and see if you can, dude," Jim was into the stage of the drug that made him giggle and act like an idiot. He did it so well, too.

Harper wasn't going to make it easy. He fought them every step of the way. First of all he hadn't drunk the beer. Secondly, for some reason, Jim was totally out of it. He knew it was up to him to keep them safe.

Jim was half naked lying on the floor and Harper lay on top of him and said, "Ellison, we have to get out of here."

"You don't understand; this is affecting me more than it should. I can't see or move right," Jim said in a panic. "Get out of here. Call for backup."

"I'm not fucking leaving you here." Harper stayed in a protective stance awaiting what would come next.

"Get the big one off of this one. We'll start with him. Put the tall one in the chains," one of the men said quietly but Harper heard him. So did Jim.

"Shit, shit, shit..." Jim was trying to get control of his body, but he couldn't.

It took four of the men to get Harper off of Jim's body. They chained him to a wall and one of them said, "Hang on and watch the fun we're going to have with him."

"Why not me? Leave him alone. Chicken shits!" Harper was trying to goad them into letting him loose.

All five men were now moving over to Jim and starting to take his clothing off. Jim looked up and saw the strangers and he yelled, "Kelly, help me. Something's wrong, I can't move. Help me."

Harper's heart was breaking. // He'll never get over this shit... //

At that moment, the door was broken down and cops came storming in screaming, "Cascade Police, put your hands where we can see them. Now..."

Someone came and unlocked Harper and he went and got Jim dressed. Jim crawled into his arms and started shaking. "Could someone call me an ambulance? I think he's had a reaction to the drug they gave him."

"Simon came through the door and said, "There's an ambulance waiting now. Let's get him out there. He leaned down to help Jim up and Jim pulled away and moved closer to Harper.

"Sir, it's nothing personal. It's the drug." Harper helped Jim up and got him loaded in the ambulance. Jim wouldn't let go of Harper's hand. Blair came running up and said, "Harper, I'll take over now."

"Okay. Hey, Jim, Blair's here. See you later, okay?"

"You promised you wouldn't leave me. You lied." Then Jim started to cry. Harper looked at Sandburg and said, "How about we meet you there?"

"Fine, see you there," Blair started walking back to Jim's truck and Simon caught up with him.

"Sandburg, just remember that he's been given a strong drug. He's not himself." Simon hoped that would be enough.

Once Blair arrived at the hospital, he found out where Jim was and went and waited for someone to come and tell him how Jim was. Finally, tired of waiting, he walked down the row of examining rooms until he heard Jim. He stood there for a moment and heard Jim say, "You won't tell Blair, will you? He'll never forgive me."

"Jim, stop worrying, all right. We're fine and I'm not telling Blair a thing. Rest. The doctor said you need to sleep." As he walked out into the hallway, he saw Sandburg walking away quickly. "Sandburg, hold up."

Blair took off at a dead run. He almost made it to the pickup before Harper caught him. "What is your problem, Sandburg?"

"Oh fuck you. You never would have caught me if you didn't have those giant legs. I hate having fucking short legs."

"Blair, calm down and tell me what's wrong,"

"Did you fuck him or did he fuck you?"

"What? Where did you get that idea?"

"I'm not an idiot. I overhead you and Jim talking about not telling me about it."

"I beg to differ, you are an idiot. Let me tell you what happened at the bar and you take it from there."

He proceeded to tell Blair about how they both got hard and they both had to jackoff in the bathroom to calm down some.

"That's what he didn't want you to tell me?"

"He's afraid you'll be mad. Gee, I don't know where he got that idea from."

"Shut up with the snide remarks, will ya?"

"Wanna take that big lug home or you just gonna leave him here all night?" Harper slung his arm over Blair's shoulder as they walked up to the hospital.

While Blair filled out the paperwork for Jim to go home, Harper called Meyer and asked him to meet him at the loft.

Once Blair and Harper got Jim settled upstairs in bed, they walked downstairs to talk. Harper told Blair all about the bust and how it went down. Blair, in turn, told him about the backup van that wouldn't friggin' start.

"I want to thank you for taking such good care of him. He's very precious, even if he doesn't seem like it sometimes," Blair smiled at the odd look on Harper's face.

"I was only doing my job, Sandburg,"

Both men turned when there was a knock at the door. Harper opened it and stepped aside for Meyers to come in.

"Hey, Meyers, good to see you. Sorry to talk and run, but I've got a man to take care of upstairs," Blair walked up the stairs and wondered if they were a major item or not.

Harper locked up and led Meyers into the bedroom. "When are we going to get a place with a king sized bed?"

"I'm looking. Hell, I found one in this building. It's a little more than I had planned on paying though," Harper replied.

"I wouldn't mind being your roommate." Meyers smiled as he began to kiss the taller man.

Blair could hear the men downstairs getting busy, so he put his earphones on. He glanced over at Jim and saw him in the middle of a nightmare. He took the earphones off and all he heard was, "Harp, help me." Then he opened his eyes and stated it again.

Blair walked down the stairs and knocked on the door and Harper opened the door a little bit and said, "This isn't the best time, Sandburg."

"Well excuse me, but my lover is upstairs asking for you." Blair turned and walked to the sofa, plopping down looking totally defeated.

Harper walked upstairs and got Jim calm and back to sleep. Then he sat on the sofa and said, "It's the drug, Sandburg. You know he'd want you over me any day."

"I know. I'm just feeling sorry for myself," Blair just looked at the floor.

The scream from upstairs scared both men, but Blair smiled because he was screaming, "Chief."

Blair rushed upstairs thinking, how sick is that to be happy he's screaming in the throes of a nightmare for me? Harper went back to bed.

Meyers said as soon as Harper walked in, "Fuck me, big guy."

But Harper didn't fuck him; he made slow, sweet, passionate love to his mate. When they were done Harper pulled Meyers closer and said, "I love you. Will you move into that loft with me?"

"I love you, too, Harp. And yes, I'd love to move in."

In the morning, Blair made a nice breakfast for everyone. As they all sat around no one really talked and finally Blair said, "Geeze, you guys, you act like you fucked each other or something." Both Jim and Harper spit their coffee across the room.

"What? Why ya looking at me like that?" Blair asked innocently.

"You fucking told him, didn't you?" Jim growled at Harper.

"Harp, you fucked him?" Meyers was totally lost and now very hurt.

"No, I didn't fuck him. Jesus, you know I don't fuck anyone but you." Harp leaned into Mey and they began kissing.

"Chief, I'm going to kick your ass,"

"Gotta catch me first," Blair took off running for the bedroom.

"Hey, guys?" Harper yelled out.

Jim leaned over the railing and said, "What? We're kind of busy."

"We're thinking about buying one of the lofts in this building. Would that bother you guys?"

"No, make sure and tell Mr. Norton that you're a friend of mine," Jim smiled down at him.

"Oh! You think he'll give me a better deal?"

"No, he'll probably charge you more. Of course he'll probably give you a better deal. Do you always wake up this slow, Harp?"

"Yeah, he does." Meyers answered laughing.

"We'll help you move. Just let us know when. Now do you mind?"

"He is kind of cute, isn't he?" Harper said with a big smile on his face.

A half naked Blair leaned over the railing and said, "Cute? I don't think so. Take that back, Harper."

"He doesn't like being called cute," Jim said trying not to laugh.

Someone knocked loudly at the door and all anyone heard was Blair yelling, "Oh, what the fuck now?"

Jim laughed at his lover's outburst until he heard who was downstairs. "Fuck... Chief, stay here. It's Carolyn," Jim pulled his jeans on and got dressed in record time.

"Hey Caro, what are you doing in town?" He walked over to her and she kissed him on the lips. Both Harper and Meyers stood there somewhat surprised.

"I had to come for some work related things and figured, I'd spend time with one of my favorite people." Carolyn looked to see how he was dressed, "Honey, could you put on something a little nicer, I'm taking you to a fancy place for lunch?"

"Sure, I'll run up and change. Be right back," As soon as he got up there he started whispering to Blair, "I'm sorry, Chief. I'll try and make this brief." Jim leaned down and kissed his mate soundly before he left him again.

Once downstairs, he said, "Honey, did you meet Harper and Meyers? They needed a place to stay for a few days, so they're here. Harper, Meyer, this is Carolyn Plummer, my ex-wife."

Carolyn shook hands with them and asked, "So where is Sandburg staying now?"

"Hey Caro, why don't we talk in the car?" Jim pushed her out the door.

Not once had Jim thought to call Blair down and introduce him as his new love. And Blair was suffering the pain. He heard the front door close and he curled into a fetal position.

He heard footsteps coming up the stairs and rolled his eyes, knowing they were going to bug him.

"Hey, Blair! Come on, get up. We're going to take you out," Meyers ordered.

"Guys, I'm fine. Really. I just want to rest and forget about it all," Blair pulled the comforter up and covered himself to get warmer.

"Nah, it's time to get up, hot shot. Let's go out to lunch. Your choice," Harper pulled him up with one arm and had him out of bed.

Blair looked over at Meyers and said, "Do you ever feel like he could just break you like a twig?"

"Hell yes, but thankfully, he's a gentle guy. Now let's get ready. Where are we going anyhow?"

"I want to go where they went," Blair smiled as he said it.

"Well, I just happen to know where they're going because I asked. Dress nice, young man." Harper started down the stairs, laughing, knowing this might be fun... or it might be a nightmare.

They all dressed silently, thinking about what could possibly happen and left in one vehicle.

"So tell me, Harp, is it something about you big guys having to have big trucks?"

"Sandburg you've asked me this before. It wasn't funny then it still isn't." Harper drove quietly from then on.

"Hey! Guys, if you're nervous we can go somewhere else," Blair wanted to give them an out.

"Okay, that's probably a good idea," Meyers said.

"Why?" Blair asked.

"Because we don't know what we're going to come across and it might not make you happy," Harper tried to explain.

"Oh so, if he's fucking his wife at the restaurant, then it's best that I just not see it?"

"No, not exactly. Blair, it was a dumb idea," Harper was totally pissed at himself for starting all of this.

"I want to go. So we're going," Blair commanded and knew that they would do it.

Once they got there, Meyers went to see where Jim and Carolyn were. Once he found out they got the booth behind them.

Blair whispered, "Let's keep our voices down and he won't even know we're here," He smiled as he unfolded the napkin and put it in his lap.

So Harper and Meyers did exactly that. They all spoke in a whisper, even when they ordered and listened for some type of talk from Jim.

Finally it came to them, "Jimmy, after lunch you can come to my hotel and stay the night."

"Caro, I'm flattered, but I'm seeing someone right now. I don't think it would be very nice," Jim spoke quickly so she would understand.

Then the three men heard her slide over to his side and kiss him. Then they could hear her unzipping his pants.

"Caro, come on. I don't want this. I don't want to hurt you, but I don't fuck around on him," as soon as he said it he knew he was fucked.

"Him? Him? Oh my god, you're fucking a guy?"

"Caro, could you keep your voice down? It's not just a guy; it's Blair. I love him with all of my heart. Please don't be ugly to him." Jim didn't want his lover and ex-wife to hate each other.

Carolyn wasn't going to give up that easily. "Jimmy, kiss me like you used to when you loved me."

She pulled him down and began to kiss him with much need and passion. Jim tried to pull away but he was getting swept up in the old feeling of being with his wife. Caro moved her hand down and started stroking Jim's cock through his slacks and Jim was moaning into her mouth.

"Well, isn't this cozy?" Blair stood there tapping one foot and glaring at Jim.

"Chief, it's not what you think it is," Jim tried to get himself back together so he could get up.

"Jim, you're an asshole and you'll have to answer to me at home. Caro, you're a fucking bitch. He just told you he loved me and you still tried to get down his pants. That's fucking low. Real fucking low. Jim, I'll see you at home and we'll decide what we're going to do." Blair turned on his heels and stormed out of the place, leaving the bill for Harper to take care of.

Harper paid and then went back and said, "Jim, move your ass now."

Jim got up, threw cash on the table and said, "Sorry, Caro, I told you I was with someone. I gotta go or this big one is going to kick my ass." He smiled and practically ran out of the place and opened the door and pulled Blair out. He sat down and pulled Blair onto his lap.

"Lady, and I use that term loosely, you have no morals at all. That man is like so in love with Ellison it isn't even funny. Ellison is happy, wouldn't you want him to be happy?" Harper stood looking down at her in the booth.

"Oh what do you know? He was my husband. How is that going to look to people?" Carolyn spat out.

"Carolyn, it's time to move on. Leave Ellison alone. He loves you as a friend, but he has a new love. Allow him that. Now good day," Harper walked quickly out of the restaurant before Carolyn attacked him. // She's a mean bitch. //

Blair opened the door and yanked Jim out. "Up those stairs, big man. I'm going to teach you a few things."

"I love you, Babe," Jim said before he took two stairs at a time and opened the loft door.

Blair turned to Harper and said, "I take it you got ugly with Carolyn."

"Nah, I told Jim to get his ass out to the truck and I just told her what I thought." Harper slung an arm over Meyers as they walked up the stairs.

"Oh god, I love it. I love when someone bosses him besides me. He thinks he's all tough," Blair smiled as he looked at the two men walking beside him, "thanks guys for everything."

"No problem, now go and teach him something," Meyers laughed.

"In fact, we're going to leave for awhile. Talk to you later." Harper pulled Meyers and off they went.

Blair walked into the loft and heard, "Chief, you coming up?"

"Well, DUH! Of course I'm coming up," Blair yelled up as he got a piece of paper out. "I have to write a quick note for the door."

Blair looked up and saw a very naked and ready man waiting for him. "I'll be right up, big man."

Blair wrote the sign and posted it on the door. Then he walked up stairs to his lovers waiting arms.

The sign said:

There's nobody here, there's no one at home.
So please go away and leave us alone.

The End.

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Acknowledgments: Thank you to Suse for both the cover and the interior art. To Mary for her wonderful work, as always. For everyone that wrote asking for a sequel to What Were You Thinking? Now you'll think twice about it. {g}