Fic: Of Love and Surfing (7/7) Brown Cortina Walkerbaby
Title : Of Love and Surfing (7/7)
Rating : Brown Cortina/NC-17
Pairing: Sam/Gene/OMC's
Disclaimer - Not mine. It all belongs to Kudos and BBC
"Tyler," the Guv roared through his closed door. "Disturbingly feminine arse, my office NOW!"
"Uh oh," Annie pulled a quick face and Sam had to struggle not to laugh.
"What did you do now Boss?" Ray snickered and popped his gum.
"Didn’t eat the last of the Garibaldis again did you? You know the Guv hates that," Chris added.
"It’s not Garibaldis Chris," Sam shook his head and stood up. "Probably something from one of his snouts on the Bentmore Road case."
"No," Annie shook her head. "You were in the loo when Phyllis came in with the call. International. Refused to even tell her his name, just demanded to speak with DCI Hunt right away. Said he had an accent. Thought it was Spanish."
"Oh ho!" Ray laughed. "Got yourself into trouble with a boy in Spain then did you Tyler?"
"Hope you didn’t knock a bird up Boss," Chris added. "They come looking to the Guv to sort you out and he’ll kick you all the way to the church."
"I didn’t," Sam looked between Ray and Chris, unsure who to answer first. They’d been home a month and he’d been decidedly tight lipped about his trip to Spain. Told everyone is father was fine, recovered now, sorry to leave them short during the Guv’s vacation to the tropics.
"Tyler! Arse! Office! Now!"
He pulled a face at Annie and then scurried into the Guv’s office. "Guv?" He held his hands up placatingly. "If that was about the jurisdictional fight we’ve got going with London over who Steve Bennett belongs to, I only did what I thought you wanted."
"What?" The Guv looked up from where he was sitting, feet propped on the desk, ankles crossed delicately. "What jurisdictional fight over that scrote Steve Bennett? Let London have him. Keep the bastard locked up there and away from my streets when he gets out."
"Huh?" Sam looked back at the closed office door. "Well then what is it Guv? Something wrong in the Bentmore Road Case?"
"Jesus," the Guv shook his head. "Are you always this nervous Gladys? Sit down," he tossed Sam his flask. "Have a nip."
Sam sat warily and watched the Guv across the desk. Took a quick drink from the flask. "Just got off done with a phone call that might interest you Gladys."
"Really? What’s that?"
"International from Hawaii. Seems there is a set of gorgeous, filthy little twin surfers with a taste for the unsavory making their way to our fair shores to wreck mayhem and cause chaos. The powers that be believe we should keep a very watchful eye since my ability to bang up," the Guv smirked, "long haired little poofters is quite legendary."
"Surfers?" Sam leaned back in the chair with a smile. "In Manchester? Doesn’t seem like somewhere a group of surfers would want to come."
"They aren’t," Gene shook his head. "Going to be in Brighton. Some sort of international surf competition down there. Try to set British surfing on the map like. Eskimo paddling my contact called it."
"Did he now?" Sam took another sip of whiskey. "Knowledgeable this source?"
"Very," Gene nodded. "Now as this coincides with the weekend I’m taking my Missus to Brighton to see her Auntie Vera at the old folks home I’ve agreed to consult for the Brighton Police Force instead of dropping Margaret off and running away, and you, Tyler, will be forced to take my place."
"Here? Running CID?"
"No you brain donor," Gene lit a cigarette and winked at Sam. " At the policing conference in London I agreed to go to before I knew about this. Newest methodology and such. Not presenting, probably won’t even be noticed. In fact I can almost guarantee it will be like you’re not even there at all Tyler. Boring as hell but nought to be done about it I’m afraid. I’ll leave Cartwright in charge of CID for the weekend."
"Right," Sam agreed and let out a chuckle. "I’ll try to prevent myself from suffering too much in London. And I guess it is best if we let Annie have a chance at running things. God knows she’s the only one out of that lot who’s got the makings of a DI in her."
"My thoughts exactly Tyler. Besides, the place will be nice and tidy when we get back and the biscuit tin stocked."
"I’ll just get back to work then Guv," Sam smirked. "Lots to get finished before I’m tortured by buracracy and red tape in London."
"By all means," the Guv smirked in return. "I’d hate for you to get tangled up in London."
"Right."
"Oh and Sam?"
"Huh?"
"It’s a long drive to London. If you’re too smashed on Monday to make it in, don’t worry about it. Sure Cartwright can handle it here for four days."
"Might have to take you up on that Guv."
"So?" Annie asked when he came back into the bull pen.
"Oh," Sam looked around and pulled her close. "Can you keep a secret?"
"Yeah," Annie nodded. "Of course I can. What is it?"
"Guv caught some weird sort of fungus in Hawaii, started in his feet and worked it’s way up," Sam stopped and looked down, trying to seem embarrassed.
"You mean?" Annie blushed.
"Don’t," Sam quieted her. "Don’t say anything. That man he was on the phone with was a doctor from Hawaii. He’s going to be in Brighton for a surf competition and he’s agreed to see the Guv. Specialist of some sort."
"A specialist? Is it serious?"
"Could be," Sam bit his lip. "But he doesn’t want anyone to know. I’m going to take him down but he’s telling everyone I’m going to London for a conference and he’s going to Brighton with the his wife. Since we’re leaving you in charge of CID I thought it best you know what’s really going on. He’s horribly embarrassed so you will keep it a secret right?"
"Of course," Annie nodded, eyes wide.
"Thank you," Sam replied.
"Sam," Annie called over her shoulder as she tried her best to appear not to be scurrying out of CID and straight to Phyllis.
"Huh?"
"You’re being awfully good about all of this."
"I’m trying," Sam agreed innocently. "Just, please - for me, keep this just between us okay?’
"Sure Sam," Annie agreed pleasantly and scurried through the door.
Gene was going to kill him once he found out. Sam snickered. Might even be forced to turn his little deputy over his knee and punish him. If he was lucky anyway.