Disclaimer: These characters and this concept are so not mine. I wish Blair were, though. Anyway, Blair, Jim, and company belong to Pet Fly Productions and Paramount. I own nothing.

Authorís Note: This is my first Sentinel fic; please be gentle. Thank you so much to Summer and Kalana for beta-reading this story. You ladies rock!

A fraud. Who wouldíve thought that after several years my academic career would end like this? I know I certainly didnít.

When I started, I had visions of Nobel Prizes dancing in my head. Isnít it funny how much a person can change over the course of four years? An anthropologist was all I ever wanted to be, and now no self-respecting university will let me finish my doctorate, much less hire me. In one split second all the plans Iíve ever made crumbled around me and landed in little tiny pieces at my feet. I still believe I did the right thing, but now I have no idea what to do.

Iím lost.

I still stand by my decision, though. Jim is my friend. Hell, heís my best friend. No one has ever been that significant in my life before, and here is this big, tough guy who means the world to me. Not only has he always been there for me, but heís also given me someone to completely trust in. I couldnít let him down; I couldnít let his life fall apart because of me. My dissertation just wasnít that important. It took me a while to realize that, but now I know what really matters.

I look down at the badge in my hands as all these jumbled thoughts run through my head. I take in the shiny metal, trace the words with my fingers. ďCascade Police DepartmentĒ.

Me, Blair Sandburg, a cop. I never thought about being a cop before. In fact, Iím probably the last one anyone would even think of as a potential candidate. Yet, here I am, holding a badge. A badge that Simon offered me freely, despite what anyone else thought. It felt good to know that to the guys and gals in Major Crimes, Iím not a fraud; Iím a part of the team.

Detective Blair Sandburg. It does have a ring to it, doesnít it? Even though I like the sound of that, Iím not so sure. Can I really pull this off? Iíve been in more life-threatening situations and helped solve more crimes than I care to count, but I was an observer. I wasnít even allowed to carry a gun. I was the tag along; the over-excited one looking for the next big adventure. Now Iíll be a full-fledged cop, and Iíll probably get way more peril than I need. Man, what a scary thought!

I once told Jim that there had to be more than coincidence at work here. It was like fate that we met. Maybe it wasnít just for his sake; maybe I was meant to make major changes in my life, too. Maybe this is divine willís way of saying that Iím not meant to be an anthropologist. Man, destiny has a funny way of proving its point.

So now Iím at a crossroads. I can try and salvage whatís left of my former career, or I can take the opportunity that has presented itself. Become a cop and stay Jimís partner, or continue in anthropology and see what else is out there for me. A whole new world has just opened up for me.

Which path do I take?

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