"Hi, is this Blair?"

Sandburg blinked at the phone. A female calling the loft was by no means an odd occurrence. But one who didn't know Blair? Another story entirely. "Yeah, who's this?"

"This is Summer. Is Jim there?"

Oh, shit. Blair hesitated. He was just running into the loft to pick up a few overnight things. To take back to the hospital. Where Jim was now. "Um, no, actually, he's not."

"Oh. Darn it. Well, we have kind of a date tonight, I wanted to tell him I'm going to be a little-"

"Summer, um, look, something kind of happened at work today."

"What do you mean? Is something wrong?"

"Well, yeah. Jim was shot."

A pause. "What?"

"He's alright. Well, he's going to be. He was just-"

"Oh my God. What happened? Where is he?"

"Cascade General. I'm on my way there now."

"Do you...look, I don't really know you, but could you pick me up on your way? I'm at work."

Blair smiled slightly. She sounded as worried as he had earlier. Jim and this girl hadn't actually been out on an official date yet- that was scheduled for tonight. "He's going to be alright, Summer. He'll just be walking with a limp for a while. But if you want to come-"

"I do. My car broke down this morning, or I'd drive myself. Do you mind?"

"No problem, if my own car makes it that far."

She seemed to be smiling slightly when she answered. "Thanks."

"That bookstore on Main, right?"

"Yeah. I owe you one, Blair."

"Nah, it's nothing people haven't done for me time after time. Be there in five."

"Thanks."

Not again.

Jim found himself thinking that before he even opened his eyes. Not again. Jesus. He knew a hospital bed by feel alone, he could smell the antiseptic air before he even realized he was fully conscious. He felt the numbness in his leg and realized what must have happened. Shot in the leg. Damn it. Not again.

"Hey, big guy. You waking up?"

Yeah, and there was Sandburg, right at his side, same as always. Jim found himself hoping before he even tried to force his eyes open that he was only shot in the leg, and had no injuries that would mean he'd been there- and Blair had been there- for any number of days.

"Jim?"

Whoa. This was different. A woman's voice.

Now Jim did force his eyes open, blinking up at Blair's concerned face. His gaze shifted over Blair's shoulder. And he found himself smiling. Summer.

It took him a minute to realize he hadn't said it out loud. "Summer."

She broke into a small relieved smile. "Hi, Mr. officer sir."

"Chief." Jim turned his attention to the room around him. "What happened?"

"You don't remember?"

"Not really. I remember going after some punk who tried to snatch a woman's purse right in front of us."

"Yeah, well, apparently he was armed." Blair shrugged, not going into detail.

"Oh." Jim pushed himself into a sitting position, happy that he wasn't so hurt or drugged that he felt anything other than a twinge from the bandaged leg perched in front of him.

"How you feeling, Jim?"

He smiled up at Summer. "Better than I usually do waking up like this."

"Oh? Were you just trying to get out of tonight?"

"Oh, man. I'm sorry, Sum. I didn't mean for this to happen today."

She laughed. "You mean you forgot we had a date when you were arranging to get yourself shot?"

Blair chuckled. "Don't pay any attention to him, Summer. He tries to blame himself for everything, even getting hurt."

Jim raised an eyebrow at his Guide. "Hi pot. I'm kettle."

Blair laughed. "Look, Simon says we've used up all our sick days, so you'd better find a wheelchair or some crutches and get your butt back to the station."

"Fine with me. When's a doctor coming?"

"I'll go get him," Blair jumped up and went to the door, glancing back at the couple he was leaving alone with a small smile.

"So how are you, really?"

Jim shrugged. "My leg's going to hurt like a bitch in a few hours, I'm sure. But I'll be fine. How are you?"

"Me?" She laughed. "Well, I got out of work early to come here." Her smile faded. "You guys are so casual about this. I'm still freaked out. Must happen a lot, huh?"

He took in the tightness in her face and met her eyes seriously. "Actually, it does seem to happen to me and Blair more than most cops. It's a dangerous job."

"I know." She sighed, and looked away from him, taking in the room. She perched herself in Blair's place by his waist, and reached out and brushed his arm with her hand. "Well. First date and I've got you helpless on a bed."

He sat up straighter, taking her hand. "Not so helpless," he answered with a smile.

Blair chose that moment to come back into the room, wheeling a chair. "Hey, doc says he doesn't even want to bother. He says when you're ready to go, just go. It's not even worth his time to fight and lose like he always does."

Jim grinned. "It's about time we got to him."

"Yeah, but you have to sit in this thing for a few days, that's the only way he'll let you out."

Jim frowned down at the chair. "I hate those things."

Blair shrugged, unconcerned. "You could stay here for another couple of days."

"Just get me in that chair and shut up."

Blair and Summer helped Jim hop on one leg over to the chair, where he sat his large frame with a sigh. "Well, damn it anyway."

"Stop complaining," Blair instructed.

Summer walked beside Blair behind the chair. "Um, Blair, I kind of don't have a way to get home. I should have thought about it before, but-"

"No, it's alright. We can drop you. Where do you live?"

"Um. That's the problem. I sort of commute from outside town. About an hour's drive."

"Oh. Hmm. Well, why don't you stay over at our place for the night?"

"Wait, what's the problem? What time is it, anyway?" Jim twisted his head to try and look at the two of them.

Blair checked his watch. "Almost midnight."

Jim whistled. "Geez. Summer, stay with us."

"I suppose I could."

"It's not too late for dinner. We'll make Blair cook us a first-date dinner, huh?"

She grinned over at Blair. "Sound good to me."

Blair laughed slightly. He had a day of tommorow, thanks to Jim being incapacitated, so didn't exactly need the sleep..."Alright, you win. But only because you're an invalid."

Blair whipped up a quick spaghetti dinner and took a plate to his room. Jim watched him go, not saying a single word about house rules, turning his attention to Summer.

Blair grinned to himself as he shut the door to his room. Jim had it bad. It was...cute. In a weird sort of way. Oh, to be a fly on the wall. To have Jim's hearing for just one night...

Ah, well. He put on some music so Jim wouldn't get paranoid that he was listening in, and went to his desk to start on a stack of blue books he had to grade for next week.

Jim was whistling as he limped out of the elevator into Major Crimes. "Afternoon, everyone!"

Blair looked up from his seat at Jim's desk. "What're you doing here? Simon gave you a day to recover."

He shrugged. "I feel fine. I was bored, caught a cab."

"And where is your chair?"

Jim grinned, limping his way slowly to his desk. "You really didn't think I'd sit on my ass in a wheelchair for days, did you?"

Simon poked his head out of his office, and took in Jim's appearance. He simply shook his head with a smile, then changed it quickly to his usual glare. "Rafe, Brown, get the hell in here."

The two men stood with matching sighs. "Glad you're alright, Ellison," Brown remarked as they past him.

Jim waved at them cheerfully as he pushed Blair out of his seat. "Make room, wounded coming in."

Blair shook his head in disapproval, but the grin on Jim's face made his own frown vanish. "You're in a good mood, big guy."

Jim shrugged as he turned his attention to the computer screen. "Had a good night."

"Uh huh. You remember that last house rule of yours, about what wasn't supposed to happen in the bedroom when your roommate is home." Blair was almost hoping Jim and Summer had broken that rule. God knew the man could use the...relaxation.

"I didn't break any house rules, Chief." Jim saw his disbelieving expression. "Really. We just talked. All night."

"You haven't gotten any sleep?" Blair almost laughed. This was more serious than he'd thought.

Jim smiled down at the papers and opted not to answer.

"Are you sure you're alright driving? I mean, it's only been one day."

Jim grinned out the open passenger window. "I got here, didn't I? Just don't expect me to open the door for you."

She opened the door and got in with a grin. "Thanks for this, Jim. I'm getting my car back tomorrow."

"No problem. It is my fault you missed your ride yesterday."

"Yeah, it was. Damn you for getting shot." She shook her head with a smile.

Jim pulled away onto the dark road, and followed her directions out onto the highway.

They were quiet for a few minutes, and Summer kept shooting him looks in the silent cab.

"Alright, what is it?" he asked after a few of those looks.

"Nothing much. Just thinking." She hesitated. "Look, I know...well, alright. I mean, this is...you know? I mean, strange, right?"

He laughed. "Let's try that again, huh?"

She echoed his laugh nervously. "Alright. It's just that, you know, this whole thing is a little weird. I mean, the way we met, and everything else. I don't really know exactly what's gonna happen here, and I feel bad even asking about it so soon, it seems like I'm just your usual committment-craven female, right? But that isn't it. I just sort of want to know what you think about...everything." She paused for a breath.

He glanced over at her. She was staring straight ahead, out at the trees closing in either side of the highway.

She felt his eyes, and glanced over at him, turning away again quickly. "Okay. Can you do me a favor and pretend I never said anything?"

Jim hesitated, turning his eyes back to the road. The highway was flat and straight, nothing really to look at, nothing to distract him from his own thoughts.

"Just say something here, Jim. I feel awkward enough without you going silent."

He shook his head slightly. "I'm sorry. I just...." he glanced back over at her. "You have no idea how wonderful you are, do you?"

Her eyes jerked over to his, and she stared.

His blue eyes went back to the road, the awkwardness shifting over to him. "Look, I mean. Well, I don't know why I'm gonna say all this, cause you just said you weren't looking for any kind of committment or anything. But..well, I mean....when I first met you, those mornings I would go in to that bakery every day. I would...just watch you. I mean, well. I'd sit there with my coffee and watch you helping people, watch you give that smile to those people, and they would...I mean. Jesus. I mean, they knew exactly how lucky they were to get a smile like that from you. And I wanted you to smile at me like that. All the time. I wanted to be the only person you smiled at, you know?"

She let out a shaky breath.

He kept going before he could interrupt, feeling more uncomfortable than he could remember in a long time. "And you had no idea, right? That was the most amazing thing. You didn't see the looks all the men who came into that shop gave you, you didn't see the effect you have. Even when that bakery blew up, and I was freaking out because I thought you had been one of the ones killed, then I saw you there, and...you didn't even realize then how much I...and I'm just some old cop, right? Dime a dozen. God, someone make me shut up before I say something I'll regret." His hands locked around the steering wheel tightly, and he tried to focus on the light throb of pain coming from his leg, anything to not think about what he'd just said.

She was watching him, he knew it. He could feel it. Damn, why didn't she say anything? Even if she laughed or cursed or...

She reached out suddenly and touched his face lightly.

He turned to look at her, his eyes cloudy with uncertainty.

She saw the sincere fear on his face and smiled. "I've never met anyone who made me feel...well, for just some old cop, you do funny things to me,"

He hesitated, waiting for the punch line. When he realized it wasn't coming, he dared to relax.

They were quiet, looking at each other for a long moment. Jim opened his mouth to say something finally.

And the moving truck suddenly went off the side of the road, causing a huge bump. Jim whipped his eyes back to the front and jerked the truck back onto the road.

There was a pause as they caught their breath, and Summer laughed suddenly.

Jim glanced over at her before making sure to look back at the road. "I guess that kind of killed the moment," he said with a grin.

She laughed harder. "A little, yeah."

He echoed her laughter, a feeling of happiness settling over him as they continued to drive down the highway in comfortable silence.

Neither of them paid any attention to the van that had been behind them since leaving the outskirts of Cascade.

"Where have you been?" Blair erupted at his roommate when he came strolling in after ten that night.

"I took Sum home, I told you."

"Yeah? You left at four. It's now ten thirty-five, and it's a two hour round trip."

Jim laughed at his chronically-late Guide. "Sorry, we started talking. Lost track of time. Have you had dinner?"

Blair breathed in deeply, watching Jim move into the kitchen and open the fridge. "Just..call next time, alright?"

Jim heard the tension in his voice, and turned back, his own smile fading. "You were really worried, weren't you?"

"Of course I was worried! You got shot in the leg, Jim! You shouldn't have been driving at all, and on top of that you didn't get any sleep last night, and were driving down a dark highway at night. You think it didn't occur to me that you were dead off a road somewhere?"

Jim sat down at the table, openning the tupperware he'd pulled out of the fridge. "I'm sorry, Chief," he said more sincerely. "I didn't think."

"No, you didn't." Blair sat himself grumpily.

"You okay? Didn't develop an ulcer worrying, did you?"

"No. I'd better call Simon back, though."

"You called SIMON?" Jim stared at his roommate's departing back in surprise before turning to his food with a shrug.

Blair returned after a few minutes, stopping in the door and watching Jim ingest spaghetti like he hadn't eaten a week. "That's pretty disgusting, Jim."

Jim nodded whole hearted agreement, shoving in another spoonful.

"I hope you at least had a good time."

"I did. I'm going again tomorrow night, hope you don't mind. She's gonna cook." He grinned.

Blair came over and across from him. "Jim. You're really getting in to her, aren't you?"

Jim paused, spoon in midair. He swallowed his food and studied his Guide. Blair wasn't smiling. "I think I am, Chief. Why?"

Blair shrugged. "I dunno. Just wondered."

"What's up, Blair? What's with the frown? I thought you liked Summer."

"I do." Blair looked down at the table. "She was really worried about you, when I told her what happened. You should have seen her when I picked her up to take her to the hospital."

"So what's the problem?"

"Well." Blair stood suddenly and went to thee sink, grabbing a fork. He came back and dug some pasta out of the container in front of Jim. "What's gonna happen now?" He asked before he took in a mouthful.

"What do you mean?" Jim was honestly confused.

Blair swallowed, and grimaced. "This really is disgusting."

"Don't change the subject, Sandburg."

"I mean. You're kinda committed in your relationships, right? What happens if you get really serious? What happens to me?"

It took Jim a minute to understand what it was Blair was worried about. "God, Blair. You're not marrying me off already, are you?"

"It could happen, Jim. Couldn't it?"

Jim thought about it for a minute, then nodded. "Yeah. It could. Someday."

"Well? I mean, both of us knew going in that this wasn't permanent. Whoever heard of two guys growing old as roommates? It's kind of unnatural, right?"

"I dunno, Chief. We're practically the Odd Couple as it is."

"I'm serious, Jim. Besides, even those guys went out and got married."

"So, what? What do you want me to say here?" Jim studied his roommate. "This could get serious, yeah. I may on a whim decide I want her to move in here. And? If I'm right about where we're going, she'll end up in my room anyway. You're place is secure."

Blair snorted. "My place? Permanent third wheel? No thanks."

Jim laughed slightly.

"What?" Blair's eyes were hurt.

"Summer. We were kind of talking about this a little, and she told me it was going to be a real treat for her to spend time with us. She said she got the feeling that everyone must feel like a third wheel when we're together. Said we seemed to share some kind of bond she envied."

Blair smiled slightly. "Well, at least she doesn't think we're...you know."

Jim shrugged. "Some people do."

"You think?"

"Sure. I've heard people at work talk about it. They say if I'm gonna be a fruit, at least I found a boy who was actually kinda pretty." He gave Blair a wicked smile.

"Who said that?!?" Blair was aghast, flushing in embarrassement.

"Oh, you know. People." Jim shrugged with a grin.

"Rafe? Brown? Who?"

"Are you kidding? If anyone knows what it's like to be under suspicion, it's those two. You know they wouldn't say anything."

"You mean people talk about them, too? RAFE and BROWN?"

Jim laughed out loud. "Chief, people are busybodies. I should think you'd know that."

"Brown's MARRIED!"

"So was I," Jim shrugged.

Blair looked down at the table. "Geez, I am naive sometimes, aren't I?"

"Yeah, you are. But listen, Chief. Whatever happens, you're welcome whereever I am. If I'm married with eight kids, you get the guest room, you know? And I'd hope it's the same with you." Jim gazed at his partner, his face openly sincere.

Blair blinked in surprise. Jim Ellison was getting serious, right in front of him. Revealing deep feelings casually over cold spaghetti. "Of course it is, Jim. You're always welcome, whatever happens."

They smiled at each other for a nice, contented moment, and Jim went back to shoveling food happily.

Summer heard the knock on her door even when she was pulling ingredients for dinner out onto her counter.

"Jim? It's too early!" She went to the door with a smile. She had kind of been hoping he would show up early. it was lonely living so far from civilization, when she couldn't get herself around. It was even worse that day, as she sat around, preparing her home for Jim's visit.

She opened the door. "I'm glad you-"

A large man stood there, but the eyes that met hers were brown and cold. The man didn't hesitate, pushing her into the house and charging in after her. He was followed by three other men quickly, and the door was shut.

"Whoa. Look, is this a robbery? I haven't got anything you'd want to-"

"Shut up. You keep still and keep your damned mouth shut."

Summer gazed around her, a rush of fear filling her. She'd never been robbed before, not living this far from everything. No one ever came this way. What could they possibly-

"You're expecting Ellison tonight, right?" The man turned to her suddenly.

A new horror filled her as she realized what he was saying. "No. What makes you think that?"

The man gazed at the table set for two. "Ellison just left Cascade on the highway. He's on his way here."

"No. No, he's not. Who are you?"

"Shut up!" The man lashed out suddenly and back-handed her on the face.

She stumbled, but stayed on her feet, her eyes watering with surprise and pain. "What do you want?"

"We want to kill Jim Ellison."

She closed her eyes briefly. No. No, no, no. Jim was going to walk into- "He'll know you're here. He'll leave before you even know he's here."

"You think we're stupid? We parked in the trees, he'll never even suspect." The man grinned at his friends. "Now, we've got about forty-five minutes to wait. What'll we do?"

Summer swallowed. "What do...please, just leave."

The man laughed. "Let's put her somewhere where she won't cause us any trouble, huh?"

His friends agreed.

Summer struggled, but the four men overpowered her quickly, one of them going out to whatever car they'd driven and getting rope. Lots of rope.

They laughingly debated what to do with her, and finally decided that she should 'keep watch' for them.

Summer found out what they meant when they dragged her over to a chair by a dark window, and sat her down, binding her tightly.

They found the wine she'd brought out for that night and passed it around, trading swallows with critiques of what she looked like sitting there.

"She's hardly a good guard, is she? She does't even have a gun."

Summer felt herself growing angry. "Why don't you give me yours?" she hissed.

The man grinned over at his friends. "Sure thing." He went over, grabbing an arm and yanking it up, out of the ropes.

Summer felt a sharp pain in her shoulder as he twisted it, and she gasped, trying not to cry out. The man retied her arm close to her chest, under her chin. With cheering from his friends, he placed his gun in her hand, tying it in place, pointed directly up at her chin.

Summer closed her eyes as they laughed, and they jerked open again as he gripped her hair and pulled her face up.

"You keep a good watch, girl." He grinned at her, then kissed her roughly.

Summer tried to jerk away, but she couldn't. He held her too tightly.

Finally he let her go, gagged her tightly, and went back to join his friends.

"Much better," one of them called out. "Alright, girl, you've got a gun. Why don't you shoot?"

She tried, she tried with every ounce of strength in her, to move her hand, to change the position of the gun. But it would almost seem like they had played this sick joke on someone before, he had tied her so well. She finally stopped in frustration, listening to their laughter.

When she gave up she became uninteresting, and the men turned their attention to the little house, going through her possessions with careless destruction.

Summer ignored them- once she was no longer under their scrutiny, she strained her hands again, desperate to move even an inch. She struggled, feeling the rope cutting into her skin, feeling a warm wet feeling going down her arm. Blood. Or sweat. She almost cried in silent desperation. Jim was going to walk right into this house, and they would shoot him. Right in front of her. because of her, because he was coming here.

She felt tears springing to her eyes, and answered by struggling even harder, straining impotently against the ropes.

Finally, finally, one finger slipped through whatever liquid was coating her arm. One finger slipped into the only other space available to it- right to the trigger of the gun.

She almost laughed, or cried. Great, now she could kill herself if she really wanted to. The gun was still locked in place, under her chin.

It was hopeless. Jim would show up any minute now, come walking in...maybe he would see her, maybe they would just shoot before he could. They were going to kill him. She was convinced of that as the minutes- years- ticked by and they grew more solemn, checking and rechecking their weapons. This was going to be an execution. No words, no explainations, just bullets.

And just as she felt herself sinking as far into panic and fear as she thought she could, there it was. The distant sound of a car.

The tears spilled over, and she wanted to cry out, to scream, anything. Were these men deaf? They stood talking in a quiet circle, not even seeming to realize that he was coming.

She felt a bead of sweat dripping down her face, and her thoughts all swirled together suddenly.

They were going to kill Jim. They couldn't do that. She had to warn him.

The truck came up the road, she could see the headlights reflecting on the trees outside of her window.

God, Jim. Can't you feel something's wrong?

Jim was beaming cheerfully as the house came into sight. She was in there. A nice, quiet, romantic -if he had anything to do with it- dinner, and he had already told Blair to not wait up. Just in case. He chuckled to himself, turning off the radio as he pulled the car to a stop.

The men had heard him. They were now silent, lined up, watching the door, waiting for him to come in. Summer heard the door to the truck open, and it sealed something within her. There was one way to warn him of danger. Only one. She twisted her head the fraction she could move it, until the barrel of the gun was only half under her chin. Not enough to make any difference probably, but she didn't want to die if she could help it. She shut her eyes tightly, drew in a deep breath. And pulled the trigger.

Jim froze, immediately dialing up his senses. Five heartbeats, one growing erratic. Men's curses in response to the gunshot, footsteps heading for the door. He lunged back to the truck, yanking open his glove compartment and pulling his gun. He waited until the door opened, and his dialed-up sight saw her. In the chair, eyes shut and slumped against tightly binding ropes. Bleeding. Jim felt his reason yanked out from under him, and he ran like a madman to the door, firing at the men that appeared, taking them out one by one. One. Two. Three. He burst through the door, yelling with rage as he saw the torn-up cabin, and the familiar face that met his from against the wall.

"Ellison." Jim raised the gun and fired, not even bothering to see if the man had a gun. Jason Mendel, just released on parole after Jim put him away for murder. This was his fault. Quickly scanning for other heartbeats, he raced over to Summer's side. "Oh, God!" Choking back a sob, he raised her head and looked at what had happened. They'd tied a gun into her hand, she had pulled the trigger. As a warning, to him. Her neck was pumping blood, he could see bone fragments through the burnt away skin on her chin. And the nearest hospital was an hour's ride away.

"God, Summer." He struggled with the ropes holding her, eyes shedding tears. "I'm so sorry. Please be alright." Her head lolled over to the side, her only response to his continued whispered apologies and pleas.

Blair heard the phone ringing and wondered if he should ignore it. This was quiet time -- not really meditation. But quiet, relaxation. He needed it whenever he could get it, God knew. But he answered it anyway, with a sigh, on the fourth ring. "Yello?"

"Blair, you have to help me."

"Jim?" Blair gasped at the broken voice coming from the phone, under bursts of static. "I can hardly hear you. What's wrong?"

"I'm on the highway, coming back. You have to get an ambulance to meet me. She's bleeding so much."

Oh my God. "Jim, I'm calling Simon. He'll get the ambulance. What happened?"

"Just get it. Please, Blair."

"Jim? JIM?" Too late, the Sentinel had hung up.

"Ohmigod ohmigod ohmigod," Blair chanted as he dialed. He was freaked out- Jim sounded...horrible.

"Hello?"

"Simon, Jim just called. He's on the highway into town, he needs an ambulance to rendesvous with him, ASAP. You have to hurry."

Simon heard the urgency in Blair's voice, and hung up his line without a question.

Blair put his own phone down and paced around the room for a minute. Great. He didn't have a car, he couldn't get to Jim himself. A cab! No, he didn't have any money. Dammit!

The phone rang a minute later, and Blair snatched it up. "Jim?"

"Blair," It was Simon. "Ambulance is on it's way. You at the loft?"

"Yeah." Blair breathed in relief. One thing taken care of.

"I'll pick you up, we'll go after them." And Simon was gone again.

Blair raced into his room and threw some things into his backpack. God, another trip to the hospital. He ran into Jim's room and picked out a quick change of clothes, then ran downstairs to wait for Simon.

The captain pulled up after only a minute, and Blair jumped in. Simon turned, heading for the highway.

"What the hell is going on, Sandburg?"

"I don't know. Jim called, he didn't tell me anything more than what I told you. Oh, but he said something about 'she's bleeding so much'." He froze when he realized what he'd meant. "Oh, no."

"What? Who's she?"

"Summer. Dammit, she's Jim's new girl. She must have gotten hurt."

"Huh. Jim serious about her?"

Blair eyed him. "We had a talk last night about what would happen if one of us got married. What do you think?"

"Shit." Simon pressed the gas to the floor, anxious to reach the side of his best detective before anything else could happen.

The ambulance was pulling away when Simon and Blair pulled up, stopping Jim as he started to pull the truck after it. They stopped the car in the middle of the near-deserted highway and ran over to the truck. "Jim? What's going on?"

"We'll talk at the hospital." Jim said simply, his anxious eyes on the ambulance.

"Fine. Let Sandburg drive, you're in no condition."

Jim shook his head. "No. I'm going." He pulled away and started after the ambulance.

"Shit!" Simon and Blair ran back to his car, and peeled off after them.

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