TITLE: RETURN OF KINCAID

AUTHOR: PEJA

FANDOM: THE SENTINEL

SERIES: no

RATING

PAIRING: BLAIR/JIM.....why is it always written jim/blair???

SUMMARY: Lee Brackett and Garett Kincaid and Blair is on the run

DISCLAIMER: I keep them in a gilded cage with the rest of my muses. I don't have to give them back, they don't want to go back...their having to much fun. AUTHOR'S EMAIL: daltonavon@yahoo.com

FEEDBACK: The boys say you best if you want more. They've developed a stubborn streak

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ARCHIVE: To the WWOMB and PEJA's Fanfic. Others, please ask first.

THE RETURN OF KINCAID

by
PEJA

"SANDBURG." shook the walls of the loft and sent a tingle of apprehesion down the small man's spine.

Nibbling at his lip, Blair shoved his laptop onto the bed and glanced toward the French doors, half expecting them to explode in on him.

"Okay, so he heard about...." he clamped down on the words and unfolded himself from the bed. Standing, he took a deep breath to steady himself and went out to face his steaming sentinel.

Jim glowered down from his great height, sending another shudder through Blair.

"When did you start growing again?" he muttered, knowing the apparrent growth spurt was all in his mind. Jim had a way of looking gigantic when he was pissed, and pissed was mild from the look of things.

"Sandburg, where the hell have you been hiding?" Jim advanced on the younger man.

Blair responded by back-peddling around the room, putting the sofa between himself and the raging man addressing him. "I don't know what you mean, Jim. What's this all about? If you think I've beent...."

"The hell with that, Blair. You did it again."

Blair threw his hands up. "I have't got a clue what you're talking about, man."

A dark sneer curled Jim's lips. "Does the name Garrett Kincaid mean anything to you, Sandburg?"

Blair paled visably as memories flashed before suddenly glazed eyes. "He's in prison, right?"

Jim shook his head. "He was in prison. Apparently we missed some of the Sunrise Patroits. Some who were smart enough to orchastrate a prison break and get Kincaid out."

"What's that got to do with me, Jim? I don't understand."

The rage went out of Ellison. "He's fixated on you, Sandburg. According to an informtant in the prison, he did nothing but talk about getting out and claiming you."

"Ah, this sucks, man," Blair whispered, spiraling down onto the sofa. "Why me?" he asked, catching Jim's worried gaze. "Why is it always me?"

"It gets worse."

"How can it get worse, Jim? I mean, Kincaid.....He said some things when he was holding me in the squad room....and then again in the stadium. Man, that pyscho is after more than my life."

"Lee Brackett is with him, Blair."

CHAPTER TWO

"Sandburg," Blair snapped into the phone.

"I can help you."

Blair frowned, leaning back in his office chair. "Do I need help?"

"If you want to know what Kincaid's planning, and you do, yeah."

Blair stiffened in his chair, planting his feet firmly on the floor. "Who are you?" he demanded. "What do you know about Kincaid?"

"I'm not stupid enough to talk over an open line, teach. Just say I'm in with Kincaid, and I want out. That's the payment I want for the information I have."

"Why don't you come into Major Crimes and ta...."

"No way, teach. I talk to you. I talk to you alone. You are not bringing your cop dude partner or I go away. You don't have the copps anywhere near the spot we're gonna meet, or I go away again. Alone, got it. You are the one Kincaid is fixated on. You are the only one I'm willing to talk to. If you want to know what I know, you come to the old warehouse Lash took you to. Remeber the place?"

A shudder of memories flashed before Blair's eyes and he nodded. "Like I would ever forget. How do you kow about that?"

The mysterious caller chuckled. "Kincaid knows everything about you, Sandburg. He had you researched after the siege on the cop shop. He knows everything there is to know about you. Hell, he even has a man monitoring your classes. "

Dread tripped up Blair's spine. "How do I know I can trust you?'

Another snorted laugh sounded in his ear. "You don't really have any choice, do you, teach. Can't really ignore any chance of finding out what the boss plans for you."

Blair siighed. "What time?"

"Now. Come now. No calls to your cop friend. Just walk out of your office, get into that old heap you like to drive and get to the warehouse. I'll be there but I'm leaving in half an hour. You got that. You be here in half an hour or you are on your own.

Blair didn't bother to answer. He just did what he was told. Locked up his office and drove to the warehouse.

Standing outside the building hefelt the kiss of death the first time, Blair shuddered. he did not want to go in there. Did not want to relive the horror of Lash that he knew was waiting for him there. But the past wasn't the only secret that the warehouse held. It held the nightmare that was Kincaid also. And a way to prevent Kincaid from winning.

If only he went inside and faced his fears.

His hand slipped inside his jacket pocket and shaking fingers curled around the waffle cut but of Jim's back-up weapon. He'd stolen the gun while Jim was in the shower this morning and had slipped out before his theft could be revealed. Jim had probably been furious when he discovered the gun missing, but Blair hadn't wanted to go around unarmed.

Now he was glad he'd taken the gun. Even if he never pulled the tigger, the weight in his hand was a security blanket he needed as much as the air he breathed.

Blair's narrowed eyes scanned the front of the warehouse for any sign that the man....or anyone...was there. Nothing stirred before his non-sentinel eyes.

Was the snitch there? Was he watching him from one of those black windows?

"Okay, Sandburg. Scaring yourself in the dark isn't getting you anywhere. Move you're ass." Crouching low, he scrambled across the open parking lot, slippd inside the dark warehouse and stopped as the blackness wrapped around hm.... 'like a bural shroud.'

"Oh, good thought there, Sandburg," he chastised himself.

Blowing out a shuddering breath, Blair moved deeper into the darkness. "Hello...." he called as loudly as he dared. "Is anyone..."

"Shut up, already." the voice from the phone hissed behind him.

Blair started to turn around bu the man grasped his arms.

"You bring the cop dude?"

"Did I have time?"

"You have a history of contacting him on a cell phone, so yeah, you had time."

"You told me to leave him out of it. I left him out."

The man behind him pulled Blair back tight against him and curled a lock of chestnut hair around his finger. "You know I can see why Kincaid wants you. He has a real leaing toward pretty boys."

Blair tried to squirm away but the man's arm wrapped tightly around him. "What are you going to do to me?"

"Thought it would be nice if you showed me a little appreciation."

Blair cringed. "Look man, I don't....."

The man tugged Blair's head back, exposing his neck and nuzzled him behind the ear. "Come on, pretty one. Just a little taste. I'll make it good for you."

"No." Blair broke away. "I told you."

The man chuckled softly. "Hey, no hard feelings, guy."

"No hard...." Blair sputtered, then got himself under control. "Yeah....sure.... okay....no hard feelings. Just tell me what you wanted to say and let me get the hell out of here."

"Well, now, does this littlle place have bad memories for you, pretty one?" the man chuckled again. "You know it's a shame, that. "

A rustling sound of movement filled the air and Blair found himself encircled by a dozen men.

"Oh," the man said as Blair's arms were wrenched up behind him. "That's right. I promised you I'd tell you how Kincaid planned to get his hands on you. Well, he figured if someone were to call you up and get you away from the cop dude he could capture you without to much hassle."

"Hey, the pretty boy is carrying,' one of the men said, dangling Jim's gun before Blair's eyes. "This works even better than the way Kincaid had it planned.

Blair froze like a deer caught in headlights. "What..." he swallowed the sqeak in his voice. "What are you going to do?"

"Just this."

One of Blair's hand was ripped around. The gun was shoved into his hand and his fingers curled around the butt and trigger. "Stop. What are you..."

His arm was jerked up, the gun turned on the man who had called him here. "Hey, this ain't funny." the man protested.

And the gun fired.

Blair paled as a red flower spread across the man's chest. His gaze darted to the man's eyes and saw the life fade away. Knees crumpled. A body drifted down to raise a musty dust cloud.

Blair had killed a man.

The trap closed around him and he passed into the darkness.

CHAPTER THREE "....blooded properly," Kincaid's voice was the first thing Blair heard as he regained consciousness. Damp fingers traced his cheeks and forehead and he winced away from the intimate caress.

"There. Now the darling boy looks like a proper killer."

Killer? Memories rushed up to plague Blair. His eyes snapped open. And the first thing he saw was the dead man at his feet. "Oh God. I killed him. I killed him."

"That you did, pretty one," Kincaid whispered behind him. "Your finger on the trigger. It's a delicious feeling, isn't it? Knowing you hold a life in your hannds and can crush it without a second thought. Powerful, knowing you put out the flame."

Blair blanched, slumping in the hurting grasp that held him upright. His horrified gaze zoned on the empty husk that was so recently a vitally alive man.

"Oh..." he groaned, and bent over heaving his guts out onto the floor.

Kincaid back-peddled out out the splatter range, then leaned over to gain Blair's listless attention. "You'll get used to it, pretty. Now you're one of us...."

"Never," Blair whispered, swallowing hard. "I'll never be like you."

Chuckling, Kincaid lifted Blair's face with a finger under his chin. "Never," he purred. "Is a very long time" he staightened. "Cops are on the way. Time to bug out."

Blair found himself hustled out of the warehouse. His protests went unheard as he was thrust into the back of a waiting van and Kincaid crawled in next to him.

A desperate lunge toward the door ripped a hoarse cry from him as he was reeled back in by his hair. "Naughty boy, Blair. You'll learn though. I promise you will learn."

Blair struggled against the strong arm that wrapped around him, holding him tight against Kincaid's chest. He thought his skin would crawl off and wither as Kincaid cupped him intimately.

Blair soved ineffectually against his abductor's chest, struggling to get out of Kincaid's all to personal touch.

Growling, Kincaid's hand crushed the tender flesh he'd been stroking only seconds before, dragging a broken scream from Blair.

"Silence him."

A dirty cloth was stuffed past Blair's teeth and secured with an even filthier scarf.

Painful fingers dug into Blair's cheeks. His head was wrenched around to meet eyes burning with the flames of insanity. "You will not fight me, pretty. I went to a lot of trouble to steal you away from the supercop of the year. You will obey me."

At the mention of Jim, Blair couldn't suppress the hope flaring in desperate blue eyes.

Kincaid laughed coldly. "He won't rescue you, pretty. He might come looking for you, but not to take you home. Oh no, if he comes looking it will be to lock you up in one of his lovely little cells for the rest of your life. You killed Brody, remember? Your finger on the trigger. Oh yes, it will old up, pretty. You know it will. the gun is covered with delightful little Blair prints, isn't it? The proof that you were there is all over the floor. So thoughtful of you to vomit your guts out like that. You have been framed good and proper."

Blair slumped in his oppressor's embrace. Much as he loved and respected his partner, he knew more than he wanted to about Jim's quick judgements. The man would be acting on his feelings of betrayal. Jim would hunt him to the ground. No matter how far he ran. Jim would judge him guilty and hunt him like a wild animal good only from being destroyed.

"Sir," one of the mercenaries crawled through the cramped van with a radio in his hand. "The cops have arrived. The big one. This guy's partner is on the scene now."

Kincaid snatched up the radio and cranked up the volume.

"....Sandburg's car out front," Jim's crisp voice floated into the crowded confines. "Where is he?"

"Not here, Jim." Simon's voice responded. "Jim, come over here. You need to see this."

Sounds of Jim moving across the warehouse filled the van. "Oh, god.....Captain..."

"Yours?"

"Yeah. Sandburg took it this morning. I found it missing when I went to..."

"Jim, we suspect this is the gun that was used."

"I don't belie....Oh, god....He was scared, sir. He knew Kincaid was on the prowl and he was scared. I didn't think...."

"Doesn't explain this killing, Jim. From what I've seen the vic was gunned down without any warning. No signs of traded fire. He was just standing there and the shooter took him down. At least that's how it looks."

"Blair wouldn't...."

"Jim, don't let your emtions blind you to the obvious. Blair killed this man."

"No, he....yeah. It looks that way. I'll find him and bring him in."

"You're too close..."

"He is...was my partner, Simon. If anyone can bring him in, I can."

Laughing, Kincaid cut the volumn. "Want us to drop you at the police station?"

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