The maintenance crew finally opened the doors of the elevator and released Detective Ellison and Blair Sandburg from their confinement.  Blair climbed out of the cubicle into the police garage with his usual lively exuberance while Jim seemed to hang back for a moment.  He seemed just a bit -- rumpled?

"Thanks for getting us out of there guys.  Last time I got stuck in an elevator was a bit more explosive," Blair laughed remembering Wilkenson Tower.  "Any idea what the problem was?"

One of the maintenance men dropped out of the shaft with a bucket.  Jim read the label and choked back a laugh as he straightened his clothes.

"Seems like there wasn't enough lube on the gears and the elevator stalled between floors."

"Oh," Blair blushed.  "Well, no lube.  I can see where that would be a problem.  Uh.  Yeah.  Oh, Jim.  Let's head on home, shall we?"

"I think we have to fill out a report on this, " Jim noted Simon chomping on a cigar as he exited the stairwell.

"Fu-- To hell with the reports!  We're going home!"  Blair stalked to the truck.

Simon stopped next to Jim.

"What's wrong with the kid?"

"Wouldn't you be upset if you just spent 2 hours trapped in an elevator with your extremely horny and eager lover without lube and condoms only to be presented with a 5 gallon bucket labeled "elevator lubricant?"

October 3, 2001