Random extemporaneous fic
In light of today's date, I'd considered posting my thoughts on this the fifth anniversary of 9/11. But I got all contemplative and muddled and not really inclined to post such ponderings. So here instead is some extemporaneous fic. Which wasn't going to get posted either, but
izhilzha did the ol' puppy dog eyes routine, so here it is.
Occasionally, characters just start talking and I start taking dictation. Usually it's Jim and Blair, as is the case here. Don and Charlie have only graced me with such random fic once, but that's another snippet for another time. Or not.
Here, then, is what arose when Sarah posed a version of the question: What would Jim and Blair say if they saw
Numb3rs:
Jim would be all like, "Why can't real Feds be like that? I could actually work with Eppes and his team."
And Blair replies, "Yeah, and date Agent Reeves."
"Nah, she's into Fleinhardt."
"What, the physics prof?"
"Yeah. She's got good taste in cars, though."
"See, Jim? There is something to be said for being a science geek. Hey, who's the hot grad student?"
"That's Amita. She and the math brother have an on-again-off-again thing. More 'off' than 'on'."
"When can I transfer?"
Jim looks at Blair. "You know, now that I think about it, Charlie has the same dating pattern you do."
*snort* "Yeah, right."
"You're right. He doesn't choose psychos."
"Hey!" Blair brushes his offense aside. “Is it just me, or is the federal branch of law enforcement, like, completely peopled with the agent brother’s--"
"Don's."
"--Don's ex-girlfriends?”
“Closed society, Chief. You should know about that. You wrote a book on it.”
“Sounds like someone I know.”
"None of my ex-es are in law enforcement."
"Carolyn?"
"Except Carolyn."
"Elaine Walters?"
"Isn't an ex."
Blair's eyebrows shoot upward. “You and Elaine are dating again?”
"Watch the show."
"Okay, what about Suzanne Tomaki?"
"We never dated."
"You didn't? She's a babe, man."
"I'll tell her you said so the next time I see her."
"You're telling me to shut up, aren't you."
"That's why you're the observer, Chief. You observe so well."
Disclaimer: This refers to no episode in particular, just cumulative observations I've made over the course of the show.
Occasionally, characters just start talking and I start taking dictation. Usually it's Jim and Blair, as is the case here. Don and Charlie have only graced me with such random fic once, but that's another snippet for another time. Or not.
Here, then, is what arose when Sarah posed a version of the question: What would Jim and Blair say if they saw
Numb3rs:
Jim would be all like, "Why can't real Feds be like that? I could actually work with Eppes and his team."
And Blair replies, "Yeah, and date Agent Reeves."
"Nah, she's into Fleinhardt."
"What, the physics prof?"
"Yeah. She's got good taste in cars, though."
"See, Jim? There is something to be said for being a science geek. Hey, who's the hot grad student?"
"That's Amita. She and the math brother have an on-again-off-again thing. More 'off' than 'on'."
"When can I transfer?"
Jim looks at Blair. "You know, now that I think about it, Charlie has the same dating pattern you do."
*snort* "Yeah, right."
"You're right. He doesn't choose psychos."
"Hey!" Blair brushes his offense aside. “Is it just me, or is the federal branch of law enforcement, like, completely peopled with the agent brother’s--"
"Don's."
"--Don's ex-girlfriends?”
“Closed society, Chief. You should know about that. You wrote a book on it.”
“Sounds like someone I know.”
"None of my ex-es are in law enforcement."
"Carolyn?"
"Except Carolyn."
"Elaine Walters?"
"Isn't an ex."
Blair's eyebrows shoot upward. “You and Elaine are dating again?”
"Watch the show."
"Okay, what about Suzanne Tomaki?"
"We never dated."
"You didn't? She's a babe, man."
"I'll tell her you said so the next time I see her."
"You're telling me to shut up, aren't you."
"That's why you're the observer, Chief. You observe so well."
Disclaimer: This refers to no episode in particular, just cumulative observations I've made over the course of the show.
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