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[unbreakablelion]

Who: Gene, Open
When: Night
Where: CID Office, Fenchurch East
What: Cleaning up Jimbo’s mess
Warnings: Gene has an obsession with swearing

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[unbreakablelion]

Gene took another swig of beer, keeping hold of his can as he set his feet back on the floor and pushed himself up off the sofa. He made his way over to the table. "Looks great."

It was nice having homemade food. Made a great change from restaurants and take aways. Of course there was Mrs Jenkins who made a killer hot pot down the road. Sweet old lady determined to 'fatten him up', but nothing beat good homemade food with great company and cold beer.

[bolliknickers]

"Bon Appetit," Alex sat down and started eating. It wasn't much, but it was fresh.

[unbreakablelion]

Gene picked up his knife and fork and began to eat as well. "So... how've you been settling in to your new job? Must be a little different to being in the heart of the CID team?"

[bolliknickers]

"I miss CID," Alex admitted. As if the amount of time she spent in CID wasn't an indicator of that.

[unbreakablelion]

"You could always put in for a transfer. CID could use a whatsemejig profiler on the team," Gene suggested, taking another bite of his food.

[bolliknickers]

"I'm not sure that I'm supposed to," Alex admitted, tucking in.

[unbreakablelion]

"You're a good copper, Alex. A great copper. The team needs someone like you around." He idly wondered if Alex had been given a list of do's and don't's or a list of rules or anything regarding this special world. He hadn't. He made it up as he went most the time. And most the time he wasn't sure if her was doing it right. He simply went with his gut instinct.

[bolliknickers]

She smiled warmly at him over their dinner. Knowing Gene as she did, Alex knew that was the highest compliment he could pay her in his own eyes and estimation. "Thank you."

[unbreakablelion]

"Don't let it go to your 'ead. Can't have you getting a bigger ego than me, can we?" He returned the smile, setting his fork down to pick up his beer, taking another swig.

[bolliknickers]

"Not sure that's entirely possible, Guv," Alex teased him fondly.

[unbreakablelion]

"Oi, cheeky." He flicked a chip at her, giving a victoriously smug grin.

[bolliknickers]

"Always. The day I stop being cheeky, you'll know it's not me anymore. It'll be Jim Keats or somebody, walking around in my skin."

[unbreakablelion]

"Bloody 'ell, Bolly... That is a mental image that will be burned into my 'ead forever..." He took a moutful of beer, shuddering at the mere thought of it. "Don't much fancy shoving me tongue down Keats' throat."

[bolliknickers]

She snickered, ducking her head. "No, it's not something I'd be interested in seeing, either."

[unbreakablelion]

"'ow about you, Bollyknickers? Were you ever tempted to shove your tongue down his throat and snog the glasses off that smug face of his? Be honest."

[bolliknickers]

"Maybe once," she told him, face completely straight.