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[walkingthedust]

[Donna wakes up, stretches, and yawns - then pauses for a moment and double-takes]

[in a distinctly male and Scottish voice] Oh, hell, not again.

[Peter Carlisle]
Do I even need to ask where my body's gone?

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outside

[walkingthedust]

[and now Donna's outside to meet Gene to fight; she's standing there, looking a little awkward and wondering if she ought to be stretching or something]

[dci_gene_hunt]

[Gene wanders out, already shrugging off his jacket and rolling up his sleeves]

[laughs when he sees 'her'] You are fucking joking - you're a bleedin beanpole woman, I could just blow you over.

[walkingthedust]

Yeah, well, I suppose your insulating layer of fat from sitting behind a desk might give you a bit of an advantage here.

[dci_gene_hunt]

[Oh you've *really* underestimated the Gene Genie Donna sweet'art]

It's muscle you dozy bint.

[loosening his tie, jacket is tossed aside, cigarette tossed aside - and he saunters over - casual as you like]

[walkingthedust]

Muscle, right. Is that what they're calling it now? [she smirks at him and shifts into what she thinks is a fighting stance - someone hasn't been in a fight for nearly twenty years, though]

[dci_gene_hunt]

[Gene on the other hand looks like he's out for a nice stroll in the fresh air as he nears her - at least until a fist comes hurtling towards her/his kidneys]

Just let me know when you've 'ad enough luv. [smirk]

[walkingthedust]

[and Donna, predictably, ends up doubled over and gasping for breath. still, she's not going to surrender so easily; she catches her breath and tries valiantly to headbutt him] as long as she's down there

[dci_gene_hunt]

[wasn't expecting that - trust a girl to try something like that - stumbles back a bit, winded a little, but then grabs her head under his arm in a headlock]

What the fuck was that, you bloody sissy?

[walkingthedust]

[grunts, struggling to break free, and trying to knee him somewhere while she's at it] Never said I fought fair, did I?

[dci_gene_hunt]

JESUS CHRIST! [someone just got kneed in the bollocks - and he lets up his grip a little as he goes to cup them with one hand]

Dirty cheating bitch.

[walkingthedust]

[she grins triumphantly as she breaks free - and aims a punch at his jaw while she's at it] Best way to win fights, isn't it?

[dci_gene_hunt]

[not a happy bunny now - AT ALL. Have a knee-jerk reaction return punch straight to the bridge of your nose Donna - and harder than she managed - even if Gene's jaw smarts a little]

Two can play at that game missy.

[walkingthedust]

[she reflexively reaches up and grabs her nose] Fucking hell, you fucking arsehole, you broke my fucking nose! [and there's blood everywhere. Donna is not happy, so she swings for Gene's left eye]

[dci_gene_hunt]

We're 'aving a fight you soft cow, what did you expect me to do, give you a bleedin' bunch of carnations?

[grabs her wrist right after the punch to his eye, which he can feel swelling already and squares right up to her - spitting distance from her bloody mess of a face]

Don't be fuckin' stupid Donna, I know what I'm doing, this won't end pretty. You wanna give in?

[twists her wrist as he speaks - til it won't twist anymore - holding it right at snapping point]

[walkingthedust]

[she hisses with pain, but there's adrenaline coursing through her body, and it's a point of pride now, really - which is why she gut-punches him with her free hand]

[dci_gene_hunt]

[the punch is pretty impressive - knocking him for six - he had no intention of breaking her wrist, but the way he doubles over at the sheer adrenalin fuelled blow, he has no control over what his hand is doing]