Werewolves of Manchester

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"It's alll right, Guv!"  Damn it, he was losing a lot of blood and he ambulance had yet arrived.  The place was crawling with coppers of all sorts, Ray Carling leading the charge to kick in the head of whoever unleashed the dogs on their commander and chief.  Sam stayed behind, hands pressing into the wounds on Gene Hunt's chest and upper arm,

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[alwaystheguv]

Gene caught himself and realised what he was doing before nodding awkward. "Erm, yeah, got it. So I'll just-- yeah."

And Gene was out the door of his office, leaving Sam too it. Taking off outside, he went straight out to go to the board and check over their latest case. Some idiots robbed a bank and now he had to go find the bloody morons and get the money back. They had a few leads, a good distraction, Gene snatched the post-it note and took off.

He just needed some way to concentration his attention.

Otherwise he might sniff another bloke. The fucking hell was up with that? Was he losing it or something? Why did he sniff Sam?-- It was a nice smelling soap though.

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The next day saw two bars of Beso brand soap on Gene's desk. Sam obviously had gotten it for him. He was forever doing that, little favours, little triffles-- It didn't mean much, just that they were mates. Probably, they were becoming best mates. Sam had gotten him a sandwich too, something with more bacon and cheese on it than was typically deemed capable of sustaining life on.

In other words? Gene's favourite.

Sam was the only man at CID currently, though there were signs of some of the men scurrying around in other parts of the station getting coffee or waiting to clock out from the night shift. He was working on getting that idiot processed from yesterday, but he was too busy calling for an advocate thanks to Gene roughing him up.

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Gene had his hip flask out as he downed some of the booze and wondered into the office looking twitchy as he had been all this week. He took a seat on the edge of a nearby desk and looked at Sam, trying to get his attention. He had some things to rattle on through but it would take a while to get Sammy to proper listen to him.

The man just seemed to be talking to him like a mental lately.

"Have you had any word on the missin' blaggers? I've been following leads and tips and I've gotten nowhere. Except that one of the blokes hadn't left Manchester-- went to talk to him, he had an alibi, not part of it," Gene complained, he may be having a funny spell but that didn't mean that he couldn't still do his job, right?

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"Uh, yeah actually, got a call in this morning, I'm going to finish this 'ere an' take Chris to check it out," Sam said, tapping his pet on the desk as he looked up at Gene. He seemed pretty calm to him. Maybe that row with the missus was over? One could only hope.

Maybe not. Gene's pinkie finger was twitching and it made him narrow his eyes slightly.

Not good. Not one bit.

He tapped his thumb against his paper -- worried -- and pushed back in his seat. "Doin' all right, Guv?"

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"I quit smokin', Sam," Gene reminded him, withdrawal took a while to get over when he didn't have medical help and worst yet, he had the slight issue of the pub. He hadn't been in three days. Three days without booze and darts. But the whole place was a sensory overload. Music, smoke, sweat, drink, vomit occasionally and everyone talking too loud.

With his temperament lately, he had to avoid it. so yeah, he wasn't happy. He was a little stressed out, like he had a load of built up tension dying to be released.

"I'll come with, I haven't had a proper investigation since that bastard dog took a chunk out of me. I'm honestly feelin' better now, got my head screwed on now."

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This coming from a man that yesterday, beat a suspect an inch within his life? The same man that now was crying for justice and whose paperwork Sam was doctoring to protect his DCI? Sam looked skeptical but Gene was his boss and over the passed two years, Sam had learned at least a little humility when it came to command structures.

"Yeah, fine, got you somethin' to eat. Give me half an hour an' we'll go, all right? Chris'll be in by then."

Another little eyeballing of Gene was in order but Sam really did have to let some things go. Being a right bastard was just a common Gene-ism.

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Gene ate his lunch swiftly, knocked back some booze and waited for 20 minutes before tugging on his coat and giving Sam an impatient look. "Right, let's get a move on, justice waits for no man, my deputy dog."

Smirking playfully, Gene pulled out his keys and grabbed Chris on his way in, redirection the daft berk back out so he could follow them. Now all they had to do was wait for Sammy to catch up.

"Come on Tyler, get your arse in my car, yeah?"

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Sam slid into the car a moment later, frowning at Gene as he pulled his jacket on. "Jesus, 'Unt, 'old on. We'll be there in plenty of time, no one's even expectin' --" And off they went, peeling out of Gene's not-quite parking spot.

He buckled up just before they moved into drive and he could go flying against the dashboard though, giving Gene a little exasperated sigh before he held on to the handle over the door. Thank God for that.

Still amazed that the Cortina didn't need new tires yet from all of the peeling they did, Sam and the rest arrived relatively unscathed at the house of one Mrs. Jeffries, a supposed widow that Sam learned might not actually be a widow after all, but hiding her thiefing husband.

[alwaystheguv]

Gene just really needed something to do. He had been so bored, all work and no play. this was the closest he'd get to play. It was boring at first, Sam played cat and mouse with the widow, dancing around the topic just in case he was wrong and offended her. and Gene, to speed things up, cut in just to say what the had to.

"So is your husband back from the dead or is his evil twin the one robbin' banks?" Gene asked bluntly to the rather startled women. But, luckily, it didn't end badly. Because with that, there was some fumbling in the kitchen and the sound of a window opening.

And off Gene shot. Finally! Something to do and someone to chase. Just what he wanted... yep, Gene wanted a run around. Who knew why?

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Sam blinked at the 'widow' and at Chris. "'Old 'er!" he cried and rushed after Gene. He didn't have a weapon signed out but something told him that Gene absolutely did. He didn't need this kind of paperwork damn it!

Sam jumped through the window after Gene, frankly astonished that the bulky man managed to do that, and nearly broke his neck doing it. It took some time to catch up with Hunt, and when he did--

"Get him the fuck off me!" the suspect cried, face down in the alley. "Oh Jesus, get him off!"

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"What? Don't like it?" Gene taunted, he had the mans arm in a nasty lock, yanking it painfully with an almost feral snarl to his tone. The man whimpered, wriggled and cried out for mercy. And eventually, Gene let go, turning his head to Sam while panting heavily. The poor sods arm was probably pulled out of the socket.

"Got the bastard, book 'im would you, I'm going to catch my breath."

Gene walked passed Sam like nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Never mind that he'd out run Sam for the first time ever, attacked without an real warrant and heard the bastard leaving before anyone else. Weren't your ears meant to get worse with old age?

Pfft, Gene felt rather alive as he headed back toward the house, leaving behind a wailing man.

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It took a few hours for Sam to get back to the CID -- Gene left him afterall and Sam had to ride back with dispatch who had come to pick the man up after it was deemed he didn't need medical attention. Sam let it go for the day, too tired to deal with it, but that night, the little blonde from the telly came up to rhyme at him and he woke staring at a calendar across the room.

Six days until the full moon. Sam groaned at himself for being an idiot and headed off to the bathroom to shower. He headed to work not long after, and honestly, the whole thing was still bothering him.

What bothered him more was the sudden smoke ban on the CID. No one seemed to know what to do with themselves and Sam blinked at the group before slipping into Gene's office.

"Any updates, Guv?"

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"Updates on what?" Gene asked with a bored expression, eating a curly wurly. He had been eating a lot more lately yet he hadn't put on any weight at all. One would think he would of but no, he had plenty still but no extra. Shoving the whole bar into his mouth, he gulped it down and settled his legs neatly on the desk.

Giving Sam a raise of his eyebrow, he waited for him to woah the obviously bored Gee.

"That bloke was guilty, ratted out his mates, if that's what you're after? Case closed. Need a new one, only got little stuff the DC's can handle today."

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"Right, and about that? The DCs would like to handle some of their own stuff." Sam shut the door behind him because it was time to have a conversation. Sorry, Gene, your DI is just really very concerned. Convinced now that the man was indeed on steroids, or maybe some other new drug he hadn't considered -- how could he move so fast? Why was he so hungry without the weight gain? -- Sam was going to confront the other man.

Well, in not so many words. He didn't want to corner his Guv. He just wanted the man back to normal.

"What's up with you, Gene? We're mates, whether you think so or not. We can talk."