Trapped
 

Right up, left down, turn your wrists and...nothing.  I'm still stuck.

How the hell does Sandburg do this?  I swear, he must be double jointed.  He can get out of anything - handcuffs, ropes...

Maybe it was right down, left up, turn like this, dislocate your wrists...no,  didn't think so.

This is bad. This is the kind of thing that happens to Blair, not me. I can see the headlines now.  'Cascade's finest found starved to death in a locked room.'

At least my feet are free.  I could get out, get help, if I could get past the lock on the door.

Left up, down right...nope.  Still stuck.  Damn.  I was sure that's what Sandburg told me to do. I'm sure that's how he did it.

I guess it's pretty funny.  Sandburg gets to do the rescuing this time.

No. I don't want him here.  I don't want him to see me like this.

I wonder what he's up to?  Probably drowning in a pile of mouldy papers the size of Canada and enjoying it thoroughly.  Incredible how he does it.

Ok, I'll admit it.

The kid gets to me.

I mean really gets to me.  'More infectious than the black plague' is how someone described his attitude once.  I think that sums it up perfectly.  He's like one of those little ratdogs that grabs hold of something and never lets go.

I mean, look at me.  He's stuck with me.  Through everything.  Kincaid, Brackett, Lash, Golden, Maya...and why?

"It's about friendship."

And I wouldn't trade it for the world.

This isn't helping with my predicament though.

Left, right, around....great. Now I've cut off the circulation in both my hands.  Maybe I can learn to eat with my feet.

Wait.  I can hear something.

The rattle of his car as it comes down the street.

Blair.

I frantically start to twist my hands.  If I can get free before he arrives...

No.  I can't.

Damn.

He's on the stairs now, bouncing up them two at a time.  He must have had a great day.

Yeah, well, he's going to have a real good one when he sees me.

The key in the lock.

The handle turning.

There he is, swooping through the door, dancing to the rhythm of his own private music.

Then he turns and sees me.

"Jim?" He moves over to where I sit on the floor, carefully skirting the coffee table.

"Jim?"  He's got this worried look on his face as he kneels beside me.  "Jim?  You ok?"

Mutely I hold up my hands.

He bursts out laughing.

"Cat's cradle?  Oh man, are you still..."  he loses the rest of the sentence in uncontrollable laughter.

"Funny, Sandburg." I growl, trying to keep the smile off my face.  Now help's here, I can actually see the funny side.  "Get me out of this."  I shake my tangled fingers in his face.

"Ok, ok."  He wipes his eyes, makes a complicated motion and I'm free. "Oh, man, wait until the guys at the station hear this one."

"No way Sandburg."  I growl, aiming a cuff at his head.

He snickers and dances out of my way.  'Prime blackmail material man." he teases.

But I know he won't use it.

It's about friendship.

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