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[unbreakablelion]

Who: Gene, Open
When: Night
Where: CID Office, Fenchurch East
What: Cleaning up Jimbo’s mess
Warnings: Gene has an obsession with swearing

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[bolliknickers]

How long Alex has stood mute in the doorway, she'll never say.

Eventually, she came in and started to pick up the pieces of the room.

[unbreakablelion]

Gene took a drag of his cigarette, elbows resting on the edge of his desk as he kneels on the floor. "Didn't hear you come in..."

He can't help but hope she didn't see him punch Jim in the face. It wasn't one of his shining moments right now.

[bolliknickers]

"Well," she said, dropping to a crouch to examine the typewriter.

Then, after a little while: "Are you okay?"

[unbreakablelion]

"Me? I'm fine. Top of the world... Why wouldn't I be?" He was far from fine. Jim got under his skin and made him angry, angry and nervous - never a good combination in a man like Gene Hunt.

[unbreakablelion]

Gene took another swig of beer, keeping hold of his can as he set his feet back on the floor and pushed himself up off the sofa. He made his way over to the table. "Looks great."

It was nice having homemade food. Made a great change from restaurants and take aways. Of course there was Mrs Jenkins who made a killer hot pot down the road. Sweet old lady determined to 'fatten him up', but nothing beat good homemade food with great company and cold beer.

[bolliknickers]

"Bon Appetit," Alex sat down and started eating. It wasn't much, but it was fresh.

[unbreakablelion]

Gene picked up his knife and fork and began to eat as well. "So... how've you been settling in to your new job? Must be a little different to being in the heart of the CID team?"

[bolliknickers]

"I miss CID," Alex admitted. As if the amount of time she spent in CID wasn't an indicator of that.