Brutal Love 4a
TItle: Brutal Love 4a
Pairing: Gene/Sam
Rating: Green Cortina
Disclaimer : They belong to Kudos and BBC
Note: This fic is for my amazing beta wobble_duck
It was foul evening, the wind was bitter, even the sunset was muddled. The Detective Chief Inspector of Manchester Police strode passing the construction site of Manchester Town Hall that Alfred Waterhouse designed. The high main clock tower of this Victorian gothic revival style building already loomed over the Albert square.
He rounded the corner, went into a narrow back alley. A workman on a horse lit the gas lamp of streetlight with a long stick and went away right before him. Leaning on the streetlight, under the yellow light he opened Manchester Guardian which he carried under his arm.
Before long, a lean shadow came to him.
"DCI Morgan."
He looked up slowly, there was his rat of slum. The skinny man, he gazed only at his shoes, not seeing Morgan directly, ever the same.
"Sam." Morgan nodded, but the man didn't talk soon, made him wait.
"You sent a message that you have something to tell me."
"It's Gene Hunt."
At last, Morgan thought, he only waited for a moment to nick the man since the big rat came to his division. If Manchester underworld lost old boss and new one within a short time, he could sweep the dirty street clean. He came closer to Sam.
"He's on game, isn't it?"
Sam just nodded, still not looking at him. Irritated, Morgan caught his chin with his hand, raised the face and looked into the dark brown eyes.
"Tell me."
"I can't, the boss..."
The weak voice was full of fear which was not for him, but for Gene Hunt. Morgan felt some anger in his gut.
"I'm your boss, not him, understood?"
In his hand, the face was trembling, this man had a small and delicate face for the ragtag. He must have been a whore, Morgan released him dismissively.
"Tell me, what does he plot?"
"He...he...he'll kill me..."
The coward was still terrified, Morgan slapped his face which was turned to the side by the force. And he grasped the face hard again, snarled;
"He won't. Because I'll catch him, you just follow my order, got it?"
"Yes...yes, sir."
When Morgan released him, he dropped his head, the narrow shoulders were drooping too. The scared and servile man, Morgan clicked his tongue, this man was so weak and timid, but he was smart and docile, he was Morgan's useful device.
Morgan looked him up and down, the lean body in black leather coat looked cold, the wind was piercing, the man kept trembling, his usually pale face was nearly white like a sheet now.
I've got to be gentle with him, Morgan thought, this sort of man needs a carrot as much as stick, and he was a whore, don't forget that. He needs a powerful man to lead and protect him.
How about taking him into a coffeehouse? Morgan considered it, in the warm and clean place, silver and china wares on the white tablecloth, high quality coffee and tea, he can be relax, well, anyway he's clean and fine, although his clothes are gross and he's hatless, but his accent is not bad, actually it's good.......and he was a whore, don't forget that!
Morgan couldn't lower himself, sitting with a ex-prostitute in coffee house? And a male one? He couldn't believe himself consider it even in a moment.
"Tell me now!"
Morgan ordered coldly, and then Sam started to talk finally.
"Sam? Sam?"
Annie practically shouted his name, running after him, Sam had no choice to cease and turn to her.
"Not now, Annie, I'm busy now."
Usually Annie would step back from annoying Sam, but this time she was stubborn.
"I...I just wanna know..."
"What?"
Sam's clicked tone rather drove Annie to be brave, Sam could feel this well from her determined looks. What a reverse world, since when Gene Hunt showed up suddenly in his world, everything was upside down.
"Do, do you love the boss?"
Sam barely hold himself back not to slap her again, he really didn't like to hit woman. But this time she certainly crossed the line, what happened to her? What happened to this Manchester slum? Sometimes it was like he landed on different planet.
"I, I...just say I try to understand..."
"What! Are you mad?" Sam fumed, panicked, she nearly jumped.
"But you don't come to me anymore...and I..."
She was crying now, still she didn't stop her outrageous and absurd mouth as much as Gene's. It wouldn't be good let her make scenes in middle of street.
"Shh, Annie, Shh...you know you screwed up the last time."
"But I didn't..."
"You didn't mean to, but you did, so I had to punish you..."
"But Sam...you know I love you..."
Of course I know, Sam rolled his eyes hugging her.
"Still you can make things right, if you do well this time..."
"I will, Sam, I will, I promise you!"
"Good girl, Annie."
Sam smiled to her, and pecked her cheek avoiding her lips.
"Oh, here comes Phyllis, Phyllis, can you take care of Annie? She isn't feeling good."
"Ya, Sam."
Phyllis was an old whore in her mid forties, usually the other old prozzies must retire or become a pimp, still she remained as a whore. She had still her old customers, especially Owens University students enjoyed to send her a freshman who needed to lose his virginity by her in a funny way. It was one of their favourite wagers. But everyone knew her real customers were women including ladies of the upper classes.
Now she didn't look happy much, she hugged Annie's waist lightly for a consoling gesture. But Sam knew she fancied Annie, but she wouldn't say anything to Annie. Because she loved Sam, and she was too naive to know what Phyllis was. And Sam didn't tell it to her as long as Phyllis didn't advise her not to be used by Sam.
"Thank you, Phyllis, you're so sweet."
"Anything for you, Sam."
And she didn't reject anything to Sam. Grinning, Sam pecked on Phyllis' cheek too, left the two women in his behind.
In the boss' house which was called CID (Criminal invention department) to the slum people, men were already gathered there. They all covered their faces with Guy Fawkes masks except Chris who was entangled with the mask hopelessly.
"So, Gladys, everything is O.K.?"
Gene came forward asking him. His big head and wild hair made the mask look small.
"Gladys sends her best regards to you, boss, and her bill too, you don't pay her yet."
As the words were just slipped from his mouth, people burst out laughing, Gene was the most loudest one. Feeling the joke made the tensed moods smooth Sam smiled and nodded.
"It will be no problem, only if we go on by the plan."
"By the plan? He kept saying it like a fucking parrot."
Ray scowled, he was certainly unhappy among these excited men before their new operation. Since Gene and Sam appeared with their bloodied and battered forms in front of them making them stunned utterly, informed this new operation, Ray continued to complain.
But this time Sam felt things different. Gene's men gave him some respect, because he fought with the boss equally without fear, even though Gene overlooked Sam because he was his whore as Ray guessed, the courage was a big deal for anyone, especially to a whore who could be easily replaced. If he was really the boss' whore, it could be told that they never seen a whore like him. So it gave Gene more glory, because only a man like him could deal with this peerless 'whore'. And he planned this operation, he had an excellent credit for a schemer, so to give him a chance wouldn't be bad.
So no wonder Ray was riled up more to feel that as well, Sam saw Ray's anger well, used it immediately. After all, it was he waited for.
"What's your problem, Ray?" Gene barked.
"Don't you see that, boss? Do anything to impress you, wouldn't he? Including some absurd plan which will screw us up."
Nice timing, Sam stopped to wear a wig, turned to him.
"It's not about impressing anyone, you moron."
"Whatever you say," Ray bared his unhealthy teeth.
"Aw, no, I get it, I get it."
Sam rolled his eyes and came to Ray who glared at him, especially at his right hand which got his ball last time.
"You wanna be the hero, don't you? Well, go on then, big man, it's all yours."
Sam thrust the wig to his chest, men watched them in expectation.
"I didn't say that." Bewildered, Ray sputtered.
"So what's the matter now, Ray, is your bottle gone?"
Sam didn't stop to push his button as Gene intervened annoyingly.
"When you've quite finished, ladies..."
"Oh, you hiding again,"
Sam smiled to Ray implicatively, it was a last straw.
"No, you're alright, I haven't got anything to prove."
Saying like that, Ray swept Sam's disguise devices all. Sam innocently smiled under Gene's eyes. Gene just shrugged, came forward.
"All right, you crying babies for tits, the bank is ours! Go, go, go, go!!!" Gene yelled,
"Follow the procedure!" Sam shouted too, hearing their orders men in masks ran out fast, leaving poor Chris who was still struggling with his mask.
"Er....can somebody help me?"
Ray told him annoyingly over his shoulder, "Chris, you're being a div, come on!"