Here are my Dues for SA. Sorry it is so short, but I hope you like it anyway.

Feedback, constructive criticisms, and good stuff is always (perhaps eagerly <G>) welcomed.

My Thanks to Daydreamer for her valuable input on this story on such short notice; it helped more than you know J.

Disclaimer: I didn't make any money from this; the guys and characters aren't mine (who else envies their wives and/or girlfriends <G>), and no offense is intended to anyone involved with the production of the show.

What If...

By DJ Fraser

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Jim knew he was dead before he brought the truck to a skidding stop along the cold, dark street.

He knew the second he heard the address and the reports of shots fired come over the police radio.

The ambulance, the squad cars with their lights revolving, and the crime scene van parked outside the building confirmed his fears.

Blair was dead.
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Jim leapt from the truck, not noticing the raindrops hitting his face as he made his way through an already gathering crowd, and ducked under the yellow crime scene tape.

"Detective Ellison," he said, giving the officer barely a second to acknowledge his badge, before running up the steps.

The elevator wasn't working...again. Jim went for the stairs. The stairwell seemed hotter than usual. It had a musty odor that he didn't recall from before. It seemed to him that he would never reach the top of the steps.

He reached the floor level, and opened the stairwell door. Simon was standing in the hallway. He turned at the sound of the door, saw Jim, and started towards him.

"Jim..." Simon started.

"What happened, Simon? Where is he? I need to see him," Jim demanded, fear creeping from his voice.

"Jim!" A voice came from behind him.

Jim whirled suddenly. He heard the voice he hadn't expected to ever hear again.

"Blair? You're okay?" Jim asked.

"Hey Jim, man, I'm fine," Blair said as he came down the hall towards Simon and Jim. "You, however, look like you've seen a ghost."

Weak from relief, Jim sank to the floor, leaning against the wall. "I heard the address, and about the shots being fired and..." he trailed off.

"And you thought it was about me, didn't you?" Blair finished for him.

Simon spoke up. "Your neighbor had a prowler break into his apartment, and he shot him in what appears to be self-defense." He sighed. "It should have occurred to me that you would have thought Sandburg was involved. I'm sorry Jim, I should have radioed you."

"Jim, are you okay?" asked Blair.

Running the events over in his mind, he realized how easily the events could have gone another way. His emotions were so wound from hearing the call; he had never thought to use his abilities to track his guide. He took a deep breath, and stood up.

"Yeah Chief, as long as you're here, I'm okay."

END

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