Fic: Gone(1/15) by Walkerbaby Brown Cortina Sam/Gene Sam/Gene/OC
Title - Gone
Rating - Brown Cortina/NC-17
Pairing - Sam/Gene Sam/Gene/OFC
Summary - When the police commissioner's daughter goes missing it's up to Sam and Gene to find her. As new evidence is discovered the question becomes - does she really want to be found? And how can two people from Sam's past help?
Disclaimer - Not mine. Ever. It all belongs to BBC and Kudos. I just play for fun never for profit.
Word Count - 32,276 total 1,784 this chapter
Spoilers - none you're entirely safe with me. Really
Chapter One
"Tyler!" He heard the Guv bellow from inside his office. "Front and center now!"
Sam tossed the file he was reading on his desk and stood hesitantly. What had he done now? Sam thought quickly and decided that he hadn’t asked the Guv not to disregard evidence, hadn’t harped about forensics or even suggested that the other man try some other tactic besides hit first and question later at all this week. Nothing had happened at home either.
Well, Sam amended, nothing that would make his Guv bellow angrily. He’d gotten quite a few other sounds this morning with the mouthwash trick he’d decided to try. Silently Sam sent up a prayer of thanks to the girlfriend who’s first done it to him. Probably should go arrest his 20 year old self in a few years for the way he’d acted with her, give himself a good shake and tell him to quit being such a horny little fuck because he was going to lose her if he didn’t actually try talking to her. Although he worried about the effect it might have on the whole time-space thing. Better to just remember enjoying the constant bunny fucking and forget about the fact she didn’t even bother to tell him when she left - just up and buggered off out of Manchester back to New York and out of his life forever without even a call.
"Yes Guv?" Tamping down his inner monologue Sam raised an eyebrow as he pushed warily into the office and then straightened immediately. "Commissioner Walters Sir," Sam tried to remain blank faced. "What can I do for you Sir?"
"I’ll let the Gene Genie explain that one," the Commissioner announced with a tired grimace. Turning he looked at Gene. "I’ve left Superintendent Rathbone in charge for the duration of this Gene but he’s been warned that he is not to interfere with you or your team on this case. You are to be given anything you need and if I find out that hasn’t happened Rathbone will be on crossing guard duty until the day one of us retire. Since he’s older than me by at least 10 years I let him draw his own conclusions as to who that would be."
"Understood Commissioner." The Guv nodded curtly.
"If that other one, what’s his name? Litton? If he even looks like he’s going to step in to interfere and bungle this case call me at home. I won’t bother putting him on traffic duty - he and all his team will simply be out on their arse."
Sam raised an eyebrow at the Guv and remained silent. The Commissioner turned and looked at him. "DI Tyler, Gene here tells me you’re the best picky pain detective he’s got. Assures me you should be a DCI in your own right. Solve this case for me and you will be. Promotion will be immediate. Any team you choose."
"Thank you Sir," Sam nodded, "but the only team I want to lead is CID Sir. And only if I’m following the Guv here up the promotion ladder. I’ll make DCI in good time Sir. Once the Guv’s been made a Super."
"Good man," the Commissioner tried his best to smile and Sam could see the exhaustion etched into his face. "You may get your wish sooner than you’d hoped."
"Go home John," the Guv broke in. "Hold Isabelle’s hand. I’ll call you as soon as we know something."
"Thank you Gene," the Commissioner nodded again and stuck his hand out. Sam watched as the Guv shook it solemnly.
"We will find her John," the Guv assured. "I promise you we will find her."
"Find who?" Sam asked quietly as the Commissioner slunk silently through the outer doors, shoulders drooping and head hung low.
"Commissioner’s daughter, Miranda. Went missing sometime yesterday afternoon."
"It’s a kidnapping?" Sam asked.
"We don’t know." The Guv answered. "Her husband came home and she wasn’t there. Didn’t come home last night and he thought maybe she’d spent the night at her parents. Does that sometimes if she goes over for dinner and ends up staying late. Come this morning and she’s not there either. No one seen hide nor hair of her."
"Took off with the milk money?" Sam suggested.
"No," the Guv shook his head. "Not Miranda."
"We sure about that Guv?"
"Not Miranda," the Guv said resolutely. "She wouldn’t do that."
"Why not?"
"Don’t know many newlyweds who just up and leave a happy home with a husband who spoils her rotten do you?"
"Sometimes," Sam nodded.
"Well even if you do Tyler," the Guv said stubbornly. "Miranda isn’t one of those. Miranda is a good girl. Besides I don’t know many women who take off with the milk money four months into the marriage. Usually takes a little longer than that."
"Besides, I just saw her last week outside her father’s office. Happy as a lark she was and glowing like an angel. That’s not a girl who takes the housekeeping money and takes the train anywhere but here now is it?"
"No," Sam shook his head. "Wouldn’t appear to be. How do you know her then Guv?"
"She’s my god daughter," the Guv said gruffly. Turning he looked around CID. "All right you tossers, you may or may not know that I’ve just had Commissioner Walters in my office. His daughter, Miranda, is missing. Now some of you know I’ve got a particular fondness for Miranda, girl is my godchild. I held her when she was less than a day old and didn’t strangle her when the girl pissed down my best shirt and smiled while she was doing it. I have assured Commissioner Walters that we will be finding Miranda and we will be arresting the scum that have taken her. Now, get out there and find me something!"
"Yes Guv," they all agreed.
"Good," the Guv announced. "Carling, you and Skelton go round the neighborhood and see if anyone saw anything. Cartwright you and Geoff go see if you can’t find anyone who might have had a grudge against the Commissioner. Everyone else, noses to the ground and sniff me out something!"
"What about us?" Sam asked.
"We’re going round to see the husband. Guy by the name of Pitcairn. Surgeon at the local hospital."
"Right," Sam agreed.
Once they were in the Cortina he looked over at the Guv. "Want to tell me how you know the victim Guv?"
"Told you, she’s my god daughter."
"The Commissioner’s daughter is your god child?" Sam asked.
"He wasn’t the Commissioner when Miranda was born," the Guv answered. "Regular detective before then. My commanding officer during my national service in Palestine. Came out and didn’t have a job to go to. He got me on in the police force. He was the DS that persuaded them to take me out of uniform and make me a DC."
"First month I was a DC," the Guv shifted the Cortina angrily. "Got a burglary case. Two scrotes heist a jewelry store and turns into a standoff with police. Afterwards, John gets close with one of the hostages. Turns out she’s a Stanley."
"A Stanley?" Sam asked. "As in the Stanley Stanley’s?"
"Those Stanley’s." The Guv confirmed. "Only child. Set to inherit it all. So, she and John get close when he’s questioning her. Getting her statement took so long that it led to dinner and then dinner again later in the week to clear up a few details. Before long checking up with her on the details had led Miss Isabelle Stanley into a condition that not surprisingly had John’s name written all over it."
"He got her pregnant?"
"Married her two months later in the biggest wedding Manchester had seen since her mother’s. Felt like a bloody trussed up Christmas goose that day."
"You were in the wedding?" Sam asked.
"Best man. Even gave a nice toast. Said how lucky John was to be getting a girl like Isabelle and how a man couldn’t ask for any better. Didn’t know how right I was."
"Why’s that?"
"Week later, John’s up for promotion to DI. Not just any posting either, right over to the Commissioner’s office and into a cozy desk job. He was a DCI before Miranda was out of nappies and a Superintendent before she started school."
"Impressive," Sam agreed. "You’re saying his father in law bought him promotions?"
"I’m saying that John Walters big brown eyes, his astounding virility and forgetting to cover his todger before he started canoodling with the lovely Isabelle Stanley put him right in the Commissioner’s office. Makes me regret offering to go for the tea that day."
"Thanks," Sam grinned. "Good to know where I stand."
"You’d make a wonderful mistress Sammy," Gene smiled slightly then as he reached over to squeeze Sam’s knee. "And I’d keep you in a much better style if I had Isabelle Stanley’s money and the Commissioner’s pay packet to do it with. Buy you all the pretty dresses and hair ribbons your heart could desire. Might even spring and buy you some of those books you’re always banging on about."
"Rather prefer sleeping in your bed and not being kept out of sight myself," Sam answered with a return pat on Gene’s knee.
"Out of sight anyway," Gene answered. "Then I’d just be able to afford more for you."
"Aren’t you glad I’m not high maintenance then?" Sam smiled.
"I don’t know about that," Gene shrugged. " Now let’s get back to the case because I’m starting to sound all Dorothy like and that’s your department."
"We need to call Baxter in and have her go over the scene."
"We don’t have a scene yet."
"Wherever the last place is that someone can definitely put her Guv. We can work out from there. Baxter might find something."
"Not exactly sure where that is," the Guv answered. "That’s why we’re talking to the husband. From what we can figure he’s the last one to see her."
"That’s not good," Sam muttered.
"Why’s that?"
"Your rules of policing Guv," Sam replied. "Last one to see the victim is usually responsible."
"Not in this case," the Guv answered. "That boy loves her too much to do anything to her. Besides he had to pass her father and my approval before we let him marry her. Inspired enough fear he wouldn’t think of hurting her."
"Heat of the moment Guv," Sam shook his head. "Never know what could have happened. Besides, they’re your rules."
"Let’s just hope my rules are wrong."
"You’re saying you might be wrong?"
"For once, Tyler, I hope I am."
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Rating - Brown Cortina/NC-17
Pairing - Sam/Gene Sam/Gene/OFC
Summary - When the police commissioner's daughter goes missing it's up to Sam and Gene to find her. As new evidence is discovered the question becomes - does she really want to be found? And how can two people from Sam's past help?
Disclaimer - Not mine. Ever. It all belongs to BBC and Kudos. I just play for fun never for profit.
Word Count - 32,276 total 1,784 this chapter
Spoilers - none you're entirely safe with me. Really
Chapter One
"Tyler!" He heard the Guv bellow from inside his office. "Front and center now!"
Sam tossed the file he was reading on his desk and stood hesitantly. What had he done now? Sam thought quickly and decided that he hadn’t asked the Guv not to disregard evidence, hadn’t harped about forensics or even suggested that the other man try some other tactic besides hit first and question later at all this week. Nothing had happened at home either.
Well, Sam amended, nothing that would make his Guv bellow angrily. He’d gotten quite a few other sounds this morning with the mouthwash trick he’d decided to try. Silently Sam sent up a prayer of thanks to the girlfriend who’s first done it to him. Probably should go arrest his 20 year old self in a few years for the way he’d acted with her, give himself a good shake and tell him to quit being such a horny little fuck because he was going to lose her if he didn’t actually try talking to her. Although he worried about the effect it might have on the whole time-space thing. Better to just remember enjoying the constant bunny fucking and forget about the fact she didn’t even bother to tell him when she left - just up and buggered off out of Manchester back to New York and out of his life forever without even a call.
"Yes Guv?" Tamping down his inner monologue Sam raised an eyebrow as he pushed warily into the office and then straightened immediately. "Commissioner Walters Sir," Sam tried to remain blank faced. "What can I do for you Sir?"
"I’ll let the Gene Genie explain that one," the Commissioner announced with a tired grimace. Turning he looked at Gene. "I’ve left Superintendent Rathbone in charge for the duration of this Gene but he’s been warned that he is not to interfere with you or your team on this case. You are to be given anything you need and if I find out that hasn’t happened Rathbone will be on crossing guard duty until the day one of us retire. Since he’s older than me by at least 10 years I let him draw his own conclusions as to who that would be."
"Understood Commissioner." The Guv nodded curtly.
"If that other one, what’s his name? Litton? If he even looks like he’s going to step in to interfere and bungle this case call me at home. I won’t bother putting him on traffic duty - he and all his team will simply be out on their arse."
Sam raised an eyebrow at the Guv and remained silent. The Commissioner turned and looked at him. "DI Tyler, Gene here tells me you’re the best picky pain detective he’s got. Assures me you should be a DCI in your own right. Solve this case for me and you will be. Promotion will be immediate. Any team you choose."
"Thank you Sir," Sam nodded, "but the only team I want to lead is CID Sir. And only if I’m following the Guv here up the promotion ladder. I’ll make DCI in good time Sir. Once the Guv’s been made a Super."
"Good man," the Commissioner tried his best to smile and Sam could see the exhaustion etched into his face. "You may get your wish sooner than you’d hoped."
"Go home John," the Guv broke in. "Hold Isabelle’s hand. I’ll call you as soon as we know something."
"Thank you Gene," the Commissioner nodded again and stuck his hand out. Sam watched as the Guv shook it solemnly.
"We will find her John," the Guv assured. "I promise you we will find her."
"Find who?" Sam asked quietly as the Commissioner slunk silently through the outer doors, shoulders drooping and head hung low.
"Commissioner’s daughter, Miranda. Went missing sometime yesterday afternoon."
"It’s a kidnapping?" Sam asked.
"We don’t know." The Guv answered. "Her husband came home and she wasn’t there. Didn’t come home last night and he thought maybe she’d spent the night at her parents. Does that sometimes if she goes over for dinner and ends up staying late. Come this morning and she’s not there either. No one seen hide nor hair of her."
"Took off with the milk money?" Sam suggested.
"No," the Guv shook his head. "Not Miranda."
"We sure about that Guv?"
"Not Miranda," the Guv said resolutely. "She wouldn’t do that."
"Why not?"
"Don’t know many newlyweds who just up and leave a happy home with a husband who spoils her rotten do you?"
"Sometimes," Sam nodded.
"Well even if you do Tyler," the Guv said stubbornly. "Miranda isn’t one of those. Miranda is a good girl. Besides I don’t know many women who take off with the milk money four months into the marriage. Usually takes a little longer than that."
"Besides, I just saw her last week outside her father’s office. Happy as a lark she was and glowing like an angel. That’s not a girl who takes the housekeeping money and takes the train anywhere but here now is it?"
"No," Sam shook his head. "Wouldn’t appear to be. How do you know her then Guv?"
"She’s my god daughter," the Guv said gruffly. Turning he looked around CID. "All right you tossers, you may or may not know that I’ve just had Commissioner Walters in my office. His daughter, Miranda, is missing. Now some of you know I’ve got a particular fondness for Miranda, girl is my godchild. I held her when she was less than a day old and didn’t strangle her when the girl pissed down my best shirt and smiled while she was doing it. I have assured Commissioner Walters that we will be finding Miranda and we will be arresting the scum that have taken her. Now, get out there and find me something!"
"Yes Guv," they all agreed.
"Good," the Guv announced. "Carling, you and Skelton go round the neighborhood and see if anyone saw anything. Cartwright you and Geoff go see if you can’t find anyone who might have had a grudge against the Commissioner. Everyone else, noses to the ground and sniff me out something!"
"What about us?" Sam asked.
"We’re going round to see the husband. Guy by the name of Pitcairn. Surgeon at the local hospital."
"Right," Sam agreed.
Once they were in the Cortina he looked over at the Guv. "Want to tell me how you know the victim Guv?"
"Told you, she’s my god daughter."
"The Commissioner’s daughter is your god child?" Sam asked.
"He wasn’t the Commissioner when Miranda was born," the Guv answered. "Regular detective before then. My commanding officer during my national service in Palestine. Came out and didn’t have a job to go to. He got me on in the police force. He was the DS that persuaded them to take me out of uniform and make me a DC."
"First month I was a DC," the Guv shifted the Cortina angrily. "Got a burglary case. Two scrotes heist a jewelry store and turns into a standoff with police. Afterwards, John gets close with one of the hostages. Turns out she’s a Stanley."
"A Stanley?" Sam asked. "As in the Stanley Stanley’s?"
"Those Stanley’s." The Guv confirmed. "Only child. Set to inherit it all. So, she and John get close when he’s questioning her. Getting her statement took so long that it led to dinner and then dinner again later in the week to clear up a few details. Before long checking up with her on the details had led Miss Isabelle Stanley into a condition that not surprisingly had John’s name written all over it."
"He got her pregnant?"
"Married her two months later in the biggest wedding Manchester had seen since her mother’s. Felt like a bloody trussed up Christmas goose that day."
"You were in the wedding?" Sam asked.
"Best man. Even gave a nice toast. Said how lucky John was to be getting a girl like Isabelle and how a man couldn’t ask for any better. Didn’t know how right I was."
"Why’s that?"
"Week later, John’s up for promotion to DI. Not just any posting either, right over to the Commissioner’s office and into a cozy desk job. He was a DCI before Miranda was out of nappies and a Superintendent before she started school."
"Impressive," Sam agreed. "You’re saying his father in law bought him promotions?"
"I’m saying that John Walters big brown eyes, his astounding virility and forgetting to cover his todger before he started canoodling with the lovely Isabelle Stanley put him right in the Commissioner’s office. Makes me regret offering to go for the tea that day."
"Thanks," Sam grinned. "Good to know where I stand."
"You’d make a wonderful mistress Sammy," Gene smiled slightly then as he reached over to squeeze Sam’s knee. "And I’d keep you in a much better style if I had Isabelle Stanley’s money and the Commissioner’s pay packet to do it with. Buy you all the pretty dresses and hair ribbons your heart could desire. Might even spring and buy you some of those books you’re always banging on about."
"Rather prefer sleeping in your bed and not being kept out of sight myself," Sam answered with a return pat on Gene’s knee.
"Out of sight anyway," Gene answered. "Then I’d just be able to afford more for you."
"Aren’t you glad I’m not high maintenance then?" Sam smiled.
"I don’t know about that," Gene shrugged. " Now let’s get back to the case because I’m starting to sound all Dorothy like and that’s your department."
"We need to call Baxter in and have her go over the scene."
"We don’t have a scene yet."
"Wherever the last place is that someone can definitely put her Guv. We can work out from there. Baxter might find something."
"Not exactly sure where that is," the Guv answered. "That’s why we’re talking to the husband. From what we can figure he’s the last one to see her."
"That’s not good," Sam muttered.
"Why’s that?"
"Your rules of policing Guv," Sam replied. "Last one to see the victim is usually responsible."
"Not in this case," the Guv answered. "That boy loves her too much to do anything to her. Besides he had to pass her father and my approval before we let him marry her. Inspired enough fear he wouldn’t think of hurting her."
"Heat of the moment Guv," Sam shook his head. "Never know what could have happened. Besides, they’re your rules."
"Let’s just hope my rules are wrong."
"You’re saying you might be wrong?"
"For once, Tyler, I hope I am."
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