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pattroseTitle: Backups
Author: Patt
Email: PattRose1@aol.com
Summary: Jim buys a dozen pairs of gloves.
Prompt # 070 Gloves
Rating: FRAO
Word Count: 420
Beta: None
Note: Lisa, Duncan's Twin gave me the ideas for the last two stories.
Back-ups
By Patt
Jim and Conner were at a fancy department store watching a suspect when Jim stood in front of the glove department. He glanced around and said to the woman, “Could I have a dozen of these gloves?”
Conner stopped watching the suspect for a moment and said, “Jimbo, what are you turning into Monk or something? You’re so anal.” She then went back to watching the dressing room once again.
“As a matter of fact, I need these for Blair, but don’t say anything to him. He keeps losing one glove and then when we’re on stakeout, he has one hand that freezes. So I keep a new pair in the glove compartment at all times, giving my truck a new reason to be called a glove compartment.”
“Oh Jimbo, that is past cute. Does he not know?”
“No, I always tell him to look in the compartment and he never says much after that. But then his hands are warm once again. You don’t want a cold Sandburg on stake-out with you, believe me.”
“Are you ever going to tell him how you feel about him, Ellison?”
“Not if I can help it. He’s not into guys, believe me I would know.”
“Next time you give him the gloves help him warm his hand up and see if he doesn’t warm up to the idea.” She laughed as she continued to watch the dressing room.
“Is he still in there?” Jim finally asked wondering how long it could take to try on a pair of pants.
“I think he might have made us and crawled under the door. Jerk. Want me to go and see?”
“No, we really didn’t have much on him anyhow. We’ll watch him tomorrow and see if he gives us a little more. Come on, we’ll head back to the station.”
“Don’t forget your gloves, sir.” The salesgirl said smiling. “I think you should take a chance and tell him.”
“See Jimbo, even the salesgirl thinks you should take a chance.”
“Thank you for your concern, but I’m just keeping the gloves as backups for right now. I’ll think on it though.”
As they walked back to the truck Conner said, “I think this is one of the nicest things anyone has ever done for anyone. You’re a good friend Jim Ellison.”
“Thank you, Conner. Now let’s go home.”
The end.
Author: Patt
Email: PattRose1@aol.com
Summary: Jim buys a dozen pairs of gloves.
Prompt # 070 Gloves
Rating: FRAO
Word Count: 420
Beta: None
Note: Lisa, Duncan's Twin gave me the ideas for the last two stories.
Back-ups
By Patt
Jim and Conner were at a fancy department store watching a suspect when Jim stood in front of the glove department. He glanced around and said to the woman, “Could I have a dozen of these gloves?”
Conner stopped watching the suspect for a moment and said, “Jimbo, what are you turning into Monk or something? You’re so anal.” She then went back to watching the dressing room once again.
“As a matter of fact, I need these for Blair, but don’t say anything to him. He keeps losing one glove and then when we’re on stakeout, he has one hand that freezes. So I keep a new pair in the glove compartment at all times, giving my truck a new reason to be called a glove compartment.”
“Oh Jimbo, that is past cute. Does he not know?”
“No, I always tell him to look in the compartment and he never says much after that. But then his hands are warm once again. You don’t want a cold Sandburg on stake-out with you, believe me.”
“Are you ever going to tell him how you feel about him, Ellison?”
“Not if I can help it. He’s not into guys, believe me I would know.”
“Next time you give him the gloves help him warm his hand up and see if he doesn’t warm up to the idea.” She laughed as she continued to watch the dressing room.
“Is he still in there?” Jim finally asked wondering how long it could take to try on a pair of pants.
“I think he might have made us and crawled under the door. Jerk. Want me to go and see?”
“No, we really didn’t have much on him anyhow. We’ll watch him tomorrow and see if he gives us a little more. Come on, we’ll head back to the station.”
“Don’t forget your gloves, sir.” The salesgirl said smiling. “I think you should take a chance and tell him.”
“See Jimbo, even the salesgirl thinks you should take a chance.”
“Thank you for your concern, but I’m just keeping the gloves as backups for right now. I’ll think on it though.”
As they walked back to the truck Conner said, “I think this is one of the nicest things anyone has ever done for anyone. You’re a good friend Jim Ellison.”
“Thank you, Conner. Now let’s go home.”
The end.