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Dedicated

by ljc

5/07


Summary: Jim's POV after a tough case concerning someone Blair knew.


Warnings, Ratings: //Song lyrics between slashes.// Fan Rated Suitable for Teenagers, Profanity


Disclaimer: All characters, places, and objects from The Sentinel belong to Pet Fly Productions, UPN, Paramount and the SciFi Channel. No money is being made. No copyright infringement is intended. This story was written by ljc with the love of the show in mind.


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Jim had entered the darkened loft expecting ... what, exactly, he didn't know. Not what he found, for certain. Blair was sitting on the couch. Music was playing. The same song he'd heard when he was driving down Prospect. It was playing again and again, and Blair was sitting in the dark.



//While I'm far away from you, my baby,

I know it's hard for you, my baby,

Because it's hard for me, my baby,

And the darkest hour is just before dawn---//



His eyes never left Blair as he put his keys in the basket and hung up his coat. He went and grabbed a beer and went to sit on the opposite couch, so he could still see Blair's face clearly. It paid sometimes to have sentinel senses. Too bad he wasn't psychic, but he already had an idea what this was about.


They'd finished up a trying case today; a murder of a young woman named Mary Elizabeth Penobscot-Everett. She'd been missing for six years. Her body had been found in a wooded area on her parent's property. Her 'very rich, obnoxious, bigoted' parents. They'd had no trouble dealing with Detective James Ellison, son of William, but the first look at Sandburg had turned them to ice ... and Blair to a pale, but resolute man.


Sandburg and the Penobscots never said anything about knowing each other, not in that first meeting. The parents took their complaints to the Chief of Police and then the Mayor. Simon fought to keep them on the case until 'the parents' accused Sandburg of their daughter's murder, which was nonsense. Sandburg had been on expedition to the Yanomamo people of Brazil when she was reported missing. So then, they were back on the case.


Jim drank a sip of beer and thought about some of their encounters with Mary's parents, Douglas and Sharon Penobscot, of the Seattle Penobscots, of timber and mining 'old' money. Snobs. Blair had finally admitted that Mary had broken up with him because of parental 'pressure'. He wondered what it had been like to meet his girlfriend's parents as struggling student, Blair Sandburg. The parents barely kept it civil when Jim was present.


You did good on this case, Chief. You held it together and we caught the guy.”


Blair frowned in disgust as he replied, “They didn't believe it. They're paying his attorney, for God's sake!”


I know,” Jim sighed. “He ... was their son-in-law.”


He murdered her, Jim. Why did he do it? Why 'beat' her to death? What made him hate her so much?”


When they had questioned Dana Everett, Jim had no trouble reading his vitals. He hadn't told Sandburg what he suspected from Everett's reactions. Mary's husband had not reacted to Jim, but he had to Blair. He suspected the man's hatred of Blair may have played a part in the violence of his attack on his wife. Jim suspected that their marriage was for the parents sake; for show, not for love. If Everett took exception to that it could easily have gotten ugly between them.


He had never revealed that to Blair, nor would he ever. Instead he said, “All we can do is make sure he pays. We'll do everything we can.”


He could still get off.”


I know. 'Dream team' attorneys. The best money can buy. But we'll stick with it.”


Blair sighed deeply as he leaned his head back into the cushions. “I know, Jim. Thanks.”


Jim sipped his beer again and looked toward the CD player. “What's the song have to do with this, Chief?”


Blair closed his eyes, and sighed again, “The first night she came back to my place I played this song for her.”


Jim leaned back to listen.



//Each night before you go to bed, my baby,

Whisper a little prayer for me, my baby.

And tell all the stars above

This is dedicated to the one I love...//



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From their “Greatest Hits” album:

Dedicated to the One I Love

by The Mamas & the Papas


While I'm far away from you, my baby,

I know it's hard for you, my baby,

Because it's hard for me, my baby,

And the darkest hour is just before dawn---


Each night before you go to bed, my baby,

Whisper a little prayer for me, my baby.

And tell all the stars above

This is dedicated to the one I love...


"Life" can never be exactly like we want it to be.

I could be satisfied knowing you love me.

But there's one thing I want you to do especially for me---

And it's something that everybody needs.


While I'm far away from you, my baby,

Whisper a little prayer for me, my baby,

Because it's hard for me, my baby,

And the darkest hour is just before dawn.


If there's one thing I want you to do especially for me

And it's something that everybody needs...


Each night before you go to bed, my baby,

Whisper a little prayer for me, my baby,

And tell all the stars above---

This is dedicated to the one I love.

This is dedicated (to the one I love)

This is dedicated to the one I love

This is dedicated (to the one I love)

This is dedicated...