A Watcher's Son
I Don't Want To Hear About It!
Author: Clea Saal
Fandom: The Sentinel / Buffy, the Vampire Slayer / Highlander
Rating: 13+
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I Don't Want To Hear About It!

I look up at Jim, he's waiting for the bellow, just like I am. We both know it's just a matter of time and we are not looking forward to it. That we will be assigned the case is a given. There were seventeen victims in that massacre. Seventeen boys at a frat house that won't have a chance to grow up and some of them were the children of prominent families... of course we are getting the case. The problem is that we already know who killed them, or at least what. The answer is obvious considering that they all had bitemarks on their necks and their blood had been drained, the only downside is that that answer means that those responsible are already dead and thus sort of out of Major Crimes' jurisdiction... and now we have to inform Simon of that little fact.

We don't have to wait long. Just like clockwork the bellow comes and we walk towards our doom with our heads held high.

I close the door behind me, I can see that Jim has already taken his regular place in front of Simon's desk and I sit on the corner of his desk. Simon has been trying to break that little habit of mine for years now, but I'm still more comfortable here than I'd be on a chair... especially when I know he won't like what I have to tell him. He thinks I choose to sit there because I'm too hyper for a regular chair, because sitting on the desk gives me more room to fidget, but that's not the whole truth. I do it because it affords me an almost strategic advantage. I'm a lot shorter than Jim and Simon, but by sitting on the desk rather than a chair I can dominate the room... and right now I need any advantage I can get. I take a deep breath and start talking. I know this is not going to be easy and I already took the liberty of scheduling a couple of appointments for Jim and I with the precinct's shrink. I can always cancel them later but I don't think that's likely to be an option once we are thru with this conversation.


I can see that Sandburg is nervous and I don't blame him. I'm nervous and I'm not even the one who's going to have to explain this one. Simon had more than enough trouble coming to terms with the fact that he had a sentinel in his squad so I don't think that the idea of vampires and demons is going to be particularly well received. I can understand the reason for telling him, of course. The now defunct Sunnydale PD had a lot of practice in looking the other way whenever they were confronted with a supernatural attack, the Cascade PD does not have that kind of experience and unless we run some interference it won't be long before someone gets killed trying to investigate something that should have been left alone. Giles was not happy when Sandburg first mentioned the possibility of coming clean to Simon, but he relented when he realized that the price to pay for keeping the secret would probably be the life of one of our friends, one of our colleagues. Both Blair and I trust Simon, we trusted him with the sentinel secret and he never let us down, telling him the truth now is the least we can do.

Of course there is a difference between telling him and getting him to accept it. We had hoped that we would have more time, that we would be able to break the news gently to him but this massacre has now forced our hand. At least we are in an ideal position here. Simon is the captain of the Major Crimes Unit and if things follow a normal pattern most supernatural attacks are likely to be deemed either major crimes or extremely low priority. They will be either large scale massacres or isolated murders of low key homeless and prostitutes whose deaths fall through the cracks, just like their lives. I don't like it, but I have been a detective long enough to know how the game is played. As much as I hate it I know that there are countless crimes that are dismissed as NHI, No Humans Involved... and that label does not refer to vampires. Luckily we don't see it here in Major Crimes because we deal almost exclusively with high profile cases, but that little acronym is an everyday description used routinely in both Vice and Homicide. Its use may bother the good cops while it is seen almost like a joke by everyone else, but the fact remains that the NHI label is unavoidable there.

The strange thing is that, if we can get Simon to believe us, just this once that attitude may actually turn out to be a blessing in disguise.


I know the kid can spin some wild tales but this is ridiculous. Vampires in Cascade? What's next? Witches? Of course I'm not ruling out that this carnage could have been caused by some sort of vampire wannabe gang. There are all kinds of nuts out there and I know it... I've been seeing the consequences first hand for over twenty five years. I try to quell a little voice in the back of my mind that reminds me that the story of the sentinel sounded almost as farfetched when they first told me about it, but at least that was something different, something I had never heard of before... vampires are just the stuff of fairy tales. I mean, the kid is basically telling me that we can't go after the killers because the killers are already dead, that in fact they were dead long before the crime was committed. I am not going to accept that and even if I did there's no way I'm going to turn a blind eye to this one. We have seventeen dead boys here, that's no joke.

I look at Jim, trying to figure out what he thinks of all this nonsense and I'm surprised when I realize that he actually seems to believe it. Maybe they are just stressed out. After all it was only two weeks ago that they took in the survivors of that freak accident in California, the one that destroyed the town in which the kid's father had been living. From what I've heard most of those people have already left but a handful of them are still in Cascade and they are still at the loft. I've seen that place and I can understand how this sort of situation could place an almost unbearable burden on my best team... I guess. At least it makes more sense than the idea that vampires roam Cascade. The problem is that the kid just won't give up. I told him almost as soon as he started with this nonsense that I didn't want to hear about it. Five minutes later I reminded him of that statement. I finally lose my temper and I yell at him that I don't want to hear about it, but it's still not working.

He keeps going on and on about the dangers posed by vampires, how to spot the aftermath of a vampire attack and how important it is that those cases not be investigated, that there are others better suited to dealing with these creatures... vampire slayers whose job is to 'dust' them, whatever that means. That finally gives me the opening I had been looking for, the one that will hopefully get him to shut up. I'll play along for a while, tell him that I want to meet with one of these 'vampire slayers' and then when I can prove to him that there are no such things as vampires or slayers I'll tell my best team to take some time off, get some counseling off the record and I'll be able to reassign the case without having this whole incident tarnish their files in the process. That should do it, and in the meantime I order them to go over the crime scene anyway --in broad daylight-- so that, if nothing else, at least it looks like they are on top of things.

Vampires and vampire slayers... right.

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