written for sentinel_thurs - regrets
Title: PASSING BY...
Author: banbury
Rating: PG
Category: Gen
Warnings: none (I hope) - that is I'm not sure it's really acceptable
Awfully sorry for all mistakes, it's unbetaed (just finished *i meant yesterday, but still*), this story nagged at me the whole week and it's not the first attempt to write it but this version is the closer one to the image in my mind. I just have to post it now.
And I swear I wrote about regrets.
Blair followed the car with his eyes until it turned the corner. He smiled regretfully and returned to the crime scene.
He found Jim and Simon, listened to them inattentively thinking of previous conversation the whole time.
Not every day you can find a person so in tune with yourself, thought Blair. It was not interests in common or mutual acquaintances or similar background. Just something indeterminate, something akin to strange sparkle between their souls - unlike the one he had with Jim but unique in a way.
He wished he had time and opportunity to get to know this man, but it was impossible considering his life and commitments.
“Blair?” Jim’s voice was uncertain and tired. “What’s up? Did you question our witness?”
“Yeah, yeah.” Blair shook these thoughts out of his head and offered his notes. “Here.”
Jim cast his eye over answers and shrugged. “Not much. What’s his name again?”
“Garett Maggart. He’ll be here for a week or so and he’ll come to the station tomorrow to make a statement.” Blair put his papers in the folder; checked his weapon and keys; gave the room last minute once-over and turned to Jim, “Let’s call it a night, then?”
They smiled to each other tiredly, waved Simon and headed home.
There will be tomorrow.
He hoped.
Author: banbury
Rating: PG
Category: Gen
Warnings: none (I hope) - that is I'm not sure it's really acceptable
Awfully sorry for all mistakes, it's unbetaed (just finished *i meant yesterday, but still*), this story nagged at me the whole week and it's not the first attempt to write it but this version is the closer one to the image in my mind. I just have to post it now.
And I swear I wrote about regrets.
Blair followed the car with his eyes until it turned the corner. He smiled regretfully and returned to the crime scene.
He found Jim and Simon, listened to them inattentively thinking of previous conversation the whole time.
Not every day you can find a person so in tune with yourself, thought Blair. It was not interests in common or mutual acquaintances or similar background. Just something indeterminate, something akin to strange sparkle between their souls - unlike the one he had with Jim but unique in a way.
He wished he had time and opportunity to get to know this man, but it was impossible considering his life and commitments.
“Blair?” Jim’s voice was uncertain and tired. “What’s up? Did you question our witness?”
“Yeah, yeah.” Blair shook these thoughts out of his head and offered his notes. “Here.”
Jim cast his eye over answers and shrugged. “Not much. What’s his name again?”
“Garett Maggart. He’ll be here for a week or so and he’ll come to the station tomorrow to make a statement.” Blair put his papers in the folder; checked his weapon and keys; gave the room last minute once-over and turned to Jim, “Let’s call it a night, then?”
They smiled to each other tiredly, waved Simon and headed home.
There will be tomorrow.
He hoped.