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[unbreakablelion]

Who: Gene Hunt, Jim Keats
When: Night
Where: CID Office, Fenchurch East
What: Working
Warnings: TBA

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"Burning the midnight oil?" Keats asked with an amused smile, leaning against the door frame with a file tucked under his arm. He was going to clear off himself, well that was until he saw Gene was still here. He never could resist a good one on one, especially now their game was more open and unpredictable.

"Would of though you'd be at the pub or are you in short supply of mates these days?" he mocked with a small smirk.

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Oh wonderful! Just what Gene needed to brighten his day. Why did Jim always seem to appear when he felt miserable? Gene gave a sigh and lifted his head to look at him. "It's called 'work', Jimbo, maybe you should give it a try sometime."

He downed the scotch that was in his glass and refilled it, and moved to get a second glass from the shelf, filling it with scotch for Jim, sliding it across the desk. "Oh, Jimbo, I'd say I have abou as many mates as you do. You know that."

[downtheelevator]

"All I ever do is work these days, blimey do you think I'm here for your wonderful company?" Keats rolled his eyes, taking the seat across from Gene and happily excepting the glass. Drinking with Gene was far from his favourite activity but it'd been a long night and some pre-round drinks were always useful. "I have to keep going over what you're useless team does, they can't fill in paper work to save their bloody lives."

He was about to ask where Gene found these idiots but there was a stupid question, they both knew that one. "Roughly, I 'pose, but mine never leave me. They just get... moved, shall we say?"

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"My team's paper work is fine." Fine, as in hardly ever done on time and usually half missing. Apart from recently - since Alex had been back she had done pretty much all of Gene's paper work for him, all he had to do was sign it. It was wonderful. "You could always bugger off back to Scotland Yard, we wouldn't miss you."

At Jim's comment about his friends leaving, Gene's jaw clenched. He reached for his glass and drained it in one one mouthful, slamming it back down on the desk before refilling it. "My mates... my team... they don't leave me. They move on to bigger and better things, Jimbo."

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"I can't till I get your bloody lot sorted out. Signing your paper work 'Toss off wanker' is not proper procedure and whoever did it wasn't clever," Keats informed Gene, presenting him the file that was obviously directed at him. Everyone in the office knew Keats was checking over their work, some div thought it'd be funny to piss him off.

Keats smirked and took a small sip of his drink. He did love getting under Gene's skin, it amused him greatly. "Yep, they move bigger and better things than sitting around all day playing hero with a sad little man who wants to be a hero. Course they leave you and no wonder, this place is tedious and mind numbing."

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Gene glanced over the file, giving a slight smirk. Maybe his new team wasn't so bad after all. It might not be clever, but it was pretty funny. "We can sort ourseves out just fine, Jimmy, we're all big boys here. You just scurry back to where you came from."

He picked up the cigarette burning in the ashtray and stubbed it out, before pulling a new one from the packet, lighting it. He held the packet out to Jim. "Sooner play the hero than the Devil's dogsbody, meself."

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"You say that and yet the complaints just keep on coming. I have a few with me, if you want to see," Keats pulled a piece of paper from his pocket, unfolding it and tossing it onto Gene desk with an amused smile. Keats had taken the time to scribble down his personal favourites from the complaint letters he'd gotten.

Rolling his eyes, he knocked back the rest of his drink and slid the glass along. "Trouble is, you're not the hero. You're just a bit of a deluded idiot."

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Gene read over the piece of paper before simply picking it up, scrunching it into a tight ball and tossed it into the rubbish bin where it belonged. "My team, my men, they are responsible for keeping these streets clean. We are police officers. We do our job with pride. But a snivelling coward like you wouldn't know anything about pride, would you, Jimmy-boy?"

He refilled Jim's glass, filling it almost to the rim. "I am the Lion of Fenchurch East. I am the Guv. And I will always be the Guv, and that is far better than being something Satan scraped off his foot like you."

[downtheelevator]

"Ah yes, your wonderful mean of divs, idiots and discards from proper stations," Keats criticised, crossing his arms and giving Gene a sceptical look. "I know plenty of it. And lets save the 'my team' speeches for someone who actually cares. You can love them all you like Gene but you can't keep them forever. One of us has to win and its all coming up my way these days."

Keats smirked and leaned forward, giving Gene a small look. "You don't even know who I am, do you Gene? If you think I mean that little to my boss then you're in for a surprise when your time comes."

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"My job is to prepare them for what lies ahead. That's my job and that's what I do. It is my job to stop them falling into your grubby little hands. They might leave, but at least I know that when they leave they have found what it is they seek."

Gene leaned in too, grabbing Jim by the tie, pulling him closer. "You're not as important as you think, Jimbo. Your boss will cast you aside just like all the others who have failed before you."

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Keats braced himself on Gene's desk, glaring as he was yanked by his tie. "bloody hell Gene, watch what you're pulling. Thats my best tie."

He laughed disjointedly at Gene and moved closer willingly, a dark glint in his eyes. "Neither are you. What? Do you think you're some big hero who can stop us? You're very wrong. I'm his right hand man, I'm his go to guy, I'm the one that will bring you down."

He jerked his body away, using his hand to try and pry Gene's hands off him.

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The urge to cut it in half with scissors was so strong, but Gene managed to resist. He let go and leaned back in his chair, snakeskin booted feet soon finding their way onto the desk.

"The big boss man must be running scared, eh? Sending his best weasel gopher to do his work. And all because of some nineteen year old kid with a 'ead full of dreams? Real scary stuff right there, Jimbo." His voice oozed sarcasm, a smirk firmly in place.

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Keats sank back into his chair, tugging his tie undone so he could redo it, Gene had officially ruined his perfect knot so he set about redoing it. Unlike some, he liked to look presentable unlike some who he wouldn't name.

"We're not scared of you, you're just a nuisance we'd rather get rid of. A pathetic kid who likes to think he's some sort of hero. Like Gary Copper or Clint Eastwood, it gets rather old after a while," Keats smirked and crossed his arms, not willing to back down.

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"Must be getting pretty lonely down there since I started working, eh? So few transfering down to you these days. Shame."

Really, this was such a petty playground argument, but the stakes were extremely high. "You really think getting rid of me will fix things? Someone would simply take my place."

[downtheelevator]

"Oh not at all, some many different areas of the world and unfortunately this place doesn't revolve around you. Some want their hearts desire and we offer that... well of sorts."

He smirked, willing to take Gene on as much as he was. "Hopefully whoever takes your place will be less of a useless Neanderthal but you never know, I suppose."

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"You offer them nowt but lies and false dreams." Gene took a mouthful of scotch, keeping his eyes fixed on Jim over the rim of his glass.

Jim had made it personal when he started targetting Gene's team. Of all the departments in all the world, he had picked his. He had broken them. Not only had he planted seeds of doubts in their heads but he had shown them their own deaths. That pissed Gene off more than ever. "Too bad for you I'm not going anywhere, eh?"