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[unbreakablelion]

How long had it been since Gene’s team had left? He’d lost count. The days all seemed to blend together now. His life had become one big blur. Sure, he still had his job; he still had to protect people and keep the scum and filth off the streets - but aside from that, he really didn’t have much

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[godsinthedetail]

"No. No way, we'll be fine," Pulling the sauce pan, Sam paused and stared at ... what the hell was growing on the side of this thing? Dropping it, Sam recoiled and gave Gene a look of sheer terror. "You have things growing, Guv. Doesn't that worry you?"

Oh what was the point? Gene was just going to have to torch this flat and find a new one, it was a lost cause. Backing away from the kitchen, he decided to call it quits.

"I'll go get some bloody kebabs then. You just stay put and don't make anything worse."

[unbreakablelion]

Gene studied the pan. Baked beans? Yeah, probably baked beans. At least, it had been, once upon a time. "Doesn't worry me, no. Already dead. Not all that scared of food poisoning." Though, truth be told, he was petrified of dying and leaving this world.

He pulled out his wallet and handed some notes to Sam. "Here. Don't get lost. And I want the change back!"

[godsinthedetail]

Rolling his eyes, Sam took the money and took off to fetch the food. It ended up taking 30 minutes. Considering he didn't know his way around this place, he didn't know where to buy a kebab and he somehow ended up miles away from Gene.

Still, he returned with two still warm kebabs and some change, his pride somewhat damaged and his legs aching. Dropping down on the sofa, he set the food down on the only clean patch of the coffee table and crossed his arms like a stubborn child. "Not a word, Gene. Not a word."

[unbreakablelion]

Gene had actually managed to wash some pots in the time Sam took to get food. He'd even washed that sauce pan. And all his dirty plates and mugs. Treasure this moment Sam, treasure it.

"Didn't say a thing, Sammy boy." He gave a smirk though, a smug Gene Hunt smirk. "Find it alright, did you?"

[godsinthedetail]

"I don't know London all that well, sue me," Picking up his food, he casually turned his head and openly gawked at the sight. This was better than TV and laptop and mobiles. Gene Hunt had done washing up. He did not see this one coming, he didn't really know what to say.

"... Was I gone long enough for an alien to wriggle into your brain and take over or have you had a change of heart."

[unbreakablelion]

"Thought it was better than listening to you nag constantly." Much better. He tossed the wet tea towel at Sam and swiped his own kebab. At least it was still warm. Nothing worse than cold kebabs.

He flopped down on the sofa, taking a bite of his food.

[godsinthedetail]

Oh lovely, a wet towel, that's just what he needed toss. Picking it up like it was diseased, he tossed the horrible towel on the floor and started into his food. He made quick work of it but then he hadn't eaten in years so technically, he had a right to be hungry.

"You need to do some shopping you know... and maybe put your clothes back in the wardrobe. After washing them of course."

[unbreakablelion]

"Yeah, yeah. I'll get on it tomorrow. Anything to keep you happy, Sammy boy." And to stop him nagging. He took another bite and picked up some of the files off the floor, flipping through them.

[godsinthedetail]

"I have a funny feeling that sentiment isn't from the bottom of your heart," Sam snarked right back, knowing the other man was just appeasing him, he not a bloody toddler who needed humouring. "What have you got there?"

[unbreakablelion]

Gene smirked again and wolfed down the rest of his kebab. He licked his fingers clean, doing his best not to smudge the files. He didn't succeed. Oh well, grease marks weren't the worst thing that had happened to files.

"Case files. Murder. Lovely stuff."

[godsinthedetail]

"Oh sounds it," Only Gene could call that lovely. Leaving half his food set aside, he took the file and wiped his hands on his trousers, having a peer around. If there was anything he was good at, it was work" Call him a dork all you like, he enjoyed a good case.

"So what's this one about?"

[unbreakablelion]

"I told you. Murder. You know, that's that thing when one person kills another person or purpose." Oh Gene. Your wit, so amusing. "Lass found in the canal. Early twenties. Bruising around the throat and wrists. Starved before death. All in the reports."

It was nice to have a decent DI around again. He'd missed it. "Brought in the boyfriend for questioning - has a watertight alibi."

[godsinthedetail]

"Clever Gene, real clever," Rolling his eyes, Gene peered over and looked down at the case and pulled a face at the pictures of the young girl. "Lovely. So what's your gut instinct then?"

He needed to know simply so he could argue again it. It was how they worked.

[unbreakablelion]

"I think the bastard is lying through his teeth, but without evidence I have no way of proving it." Yes Sam, you just heard the word 'evidence' come out of Gene Hunt's mouth. No, you're not dreaming.

"The look in his eyes, Sam. Dark. Seen it before so many times."

[godsinthedetail]

Sorry, Sams stuck on the 'evidence' part. That's definitely new. He stared for a few minutes before finally, shaking his head. "Sorry, did you say you needed to prove it? What happened to framing?"

Was Alex some sort of miracle worker or what?

[unbreakablelion]

"Oi! I'm not a bent copper!" Not anymore. Not since Sam stopped him all those years ago. There was the odd occasion when dirty tactics and underhanded dealings were needed. But no framing.

"I worked hard to clear the rot and corruption of of my division! We do things by the book." Although, Gene's book might not have the same rules as everyone else's book...