Breaking/Broken -completed-
Characters: Misaki Kirihara and Gene Hunt
Location: NPA headquarters/Manchester CID
Time: Shortly after Rose's birthday party/Misaki's fourth post, which I'm not linking to because I'm lazy.
Summary: Misaki goes to deliver a file on a case to another department and walks herself into Manchester, 1973.
Warnings: Um... The Guv is in it?
Saito offered to take it for her at least twice before she made it out the door. She flipped through the file--the forensic summary from the latest killing--scanning the pages like she didn't have them memorized. She didn't notice when the lights on the roof changed shape, didn't pay attention to the woman in uniform who slipped past her. What she did notice was the sudden smell of cigarette smoke.
She scowled, looked up--and found herself in a completely alien hallway. Rippled glass windows divided the hall from what seemed to be an office. She rested a tentative hand on the door, took a deep breath, and shoved her way in.
God. The place reeked of tobacco.
They stared at her, every one of them male, except for the pretty woman drowning behind a stack of paperwork. It took her about three seconds to put it all together. She straightened her suit, walked up to the nearest man, plucked the cigarette from his fingers and smashed it out on his desk.
"I'm looking for DCI Hunt."
Location: NPA headquarters/Manchester CID
Time: Shortly after Rose's birthday party/Misaki's fourth post, which I'm not linking to because I'm lazy.
Summary: Misaki goes to deliver a file on a case to another department and walks herself into Manchester, 1973.
Warnings: Um... The Guv is in it?
Saito offered to take it for her at least twice before she made it out the door. She flipped through the file--the forensic summary from the latest killing--scanning the pages like she didn't have them memorized. She didn't notice when the lights on the roof changed shape, didn't pay attention to the woman in uniform who slipped past her. What she did notice was the sudden smell of cigarette smoke.
She scowled, looked up--and found herself in a completely alien hallway. Rippled glass windows divided the hall from what seemed to be an office. She rested a tentative hand on the door, took a deep breath, and shoved her way in.
God. The place reeked of tobacco.
They stared at her, every one of them male, except for the pretty woman drowning behind a stack of paperwork. It took her about three seconds to put it all together. She straightened her suit, walked up to the nearest man, plucked the cigarette from his fingers and smashed it out on his desk.
"I'm looking for DCI Hunt."