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Author's Notes: Ok, here my second attempt at TS fanfic. A Big thanks to Taleya, I know I already thank you a 100 times, but I never would have finished this story if it wasn't for your help. And to Christina Klineburger who found a few extra mistakes I had missed.
That
Nasty Y2K Bug
By Mel Bone
It had been a long hard week for the Major Crimes division over the Christmas and New Year period. Today was January 1st and finally Jim Ellison had the day off, and what he really wanted to do was take a few days off and go camping with his roommate. But
Blair Sandburg had other ideas. He had been out partying all night celebrating
the New Year, had gotten up around 12 pm and had been searching the net ever
since. Jim
had tried everything to try and convince his partner to come with him, even
offering to undergo any test Blair wanted to do. “Just
wanted to make sure there are no Y2K bugs,” Blair had said Jim
sat there watching his partner, hoping if he stared at him long enough he would
shut the computer down and go camping with him. But
Blair just continued to ignore him. The
all of a sudden Jim had an idea. “Hey
Chief, just going to the store, to get some supplies, sure you don’t want to
go camping?” “Um
how about we go tomorrow Jim, there’s a lot of interesting information here”
Blair replied without taking his eyes off the monitor. Getting
up and grabbing his coat, Jim exited the loft, making sure to take his cell
phone with him. When
he returned an hour later, his arms were full of supplies to go camping with.
Blair was still busy at his computer, only this time instead of reading
what was on the screen; he was busy typing on the keyboard. Putting
the supplies on the bench, Jim checking his watch then sat down and waited. He
didn’t have to wait long. “Hey”
Blair cried His
computer screen suddenly went blank. “What’s
up Chief” Jim asked innocently “My
computer suddenly went dead, looks like the power’s out” “The
Y2K bugs must have come a little late” smiled Jim “Or
maybe it’s just a fuse” countered Blair “I’ll
check it out” and with that Jim jumped up and was out the door before Blair
could object. Blair
was about to follow Jim when the phone rang “Hello”
“Hey
Blair, it’s Rafe, Just wondering if the power’s off over there” “Um
yeah” “Looks
like it’s out in the whole neighborhood” lied Rafe “I guess the Y2K bug
got to us after all. Ok, I’ll
catch ya later Blair” As
Blair hung up the phone, Jim walked back in. “Not
the fuse Chief, apparently the power’s off in the whole neighborhood” “Yeah,
I know, Rafe just called” Jim
lips twitched as he tried not to smile “So
how about we go camping then” Jim’s eyes pleaded with Blair “Alright”
Blair sighed, “Not much to do here with the power off, just let me get my
stuff together” Blair disappeared into his room As
soon as the French door were closed Jim mouth a silent “Yes!” and
surreptitiously punched the air, hurriedly schooling his face as Blair wandered
back out to collect his glasses.
Twenty
minutes later, Jim and Blair were all packed and heading down stairs to the
truck. Throwing
their gear in the back Jim waited until Blair was in the truck before looked
back to the side of the building where Rafe was hiding around the corner.
Smiling Jim mouthed “Thank you” then got in and started the engine. They
had been driving for about 10 minutes, and as usual Blair was chatting happily
away about anything and everything, and as usual, Jim was happily ignoring him.
He couldn’t believe his luck at managing to trick Blair into thinking the
power had gone off over the entire neighborhood. “Hey
Jim, I was thinking…” “Oh
no, here’s trouble” Blair
ignored him. “It’s funny how
the Y2K bug affected the power over 12 hours after midnight” “Yeah,
well.” “And
it’s funny that Rafe would ring up and ask if the power was off in our
neighborhood, considering he lives on the other side of town.” SPRUNG!
Jim
turned slowly to face his partner, seeing a huge grin on Blair’s face. “Well
you know that Nasty Y2K bug, anything can happen…” The End Comments,
suggestions, e-mail me:
mbone@trump.net.au
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