Not a Chance
Summary: A chance meeting.
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.
Steven noticed the lovely lady the moment he stepped into the room, probably because she looked even more out of place here than he felt. Jim would be here soon so if he wanted to make a move he'd better do it quick. He grabbed a drink from the waiter's tray and took a sip while planning his strategy, keeping his eye on her the whole time. She didn't seem to be with anyone, but then she stopped to have a few words with a couple of Jim's friends from Major Crimes, Brown and Rafe, if he remembered correctly. He waited, hoping that she would move away. It wouldn't do to approach her if she might possibly be here with someone from Jim's unit. When she moved away, he finally moved in.
“Good evening. My name's Steven. I'd wait to be formally introduced, but there isn't anyone here that I know well.”
“This is a Police Awards Banquet,” she teased. “How did you get in if you don't know anyone? Don't tell me you crashed a 'cop party'?”
Steven grinned, “You're right. That wouldn't be a very safe, or sane, thing to do. Actually, I know 'people', they're just not here yet.”
“Well, that's good. I'm sure that a party crasher isn't the kind of entertainment they would approve of tonight.” She glanced around a bit as she sipped her drink then asked with a smile, “Did you ... bring a date?”
Steven smiled in return, “No, I didn't. Perhaps you'd join me for a dance later?”
She smiled in delight, “I think that would be fun. I wasn't sure if cops knew how to have fun. A police banquet sounded like the most boring thing in the world. What I won't do for family!”
“Family? Are they here yet? Maybe I know them,” he asked nervously.
She smiled brightly and said, “My son, Blair Sandburg and his partner, Jim ...”
At which point, Steven choked on his drink. Naomi patted his back gently a few times until he stopped. “Are you alright?” she asked, obviously worried.
“Blair and Jim ... well,” cough, “well, I do know them,” he admitted, as he mentally, and quite hurriedly, crossed Naomi off as a prospective date. He'd heard Jim tease Blair about 'liking' his mother ... and Blair's response. Maybe a dance wasn't such a good idea either.