Fic; Gone (2/15) by Walkerbaby Brown Cortina Sam/Gene Sam/Gene/OFC
Title - Gone (2/15)
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 1,648 this chapter
Spoilers - none you're entirely safe with me. Really
Chapter Two
"Dr. Pitcairn?" Sam asked the disheveled man who opened the brick home’s door.
"Gene?" The man sighed in relief. "John said you were coming to talk with me. Come in."
"Andrew," the Guv nodded. "Wish it were better circumstances seeing you again. This the new house?"
"Yeah," Sam saw the man swallow. "Miranda," he swallowed again. "She wanted to stay here as soon as we could. Movers aren’t even going to start until next weekend with the furniture but she’s been moving boxes over on her own. Been sleeping on a mattress on the floor."
"Miranda’s sleeping on a floor?" The Guv asked sharply.
"Told her we had a perfectly good bed in my flat," Sam saw the man mumble. "She told me she was too excited to wait until it had gotten moved. So I compromised with her. We’d sleep here without furniture but she wasn’t allowed to move any boxes herself. She would simply tell me which boxes were to come over and I’d retrieve them. No lifting on her part at all."
The Guv just grunted before nodding in what Sam thought might be grudging approval. "Tell us about the last time you saw your wife." Sam broke in. "Walk us through the last 24 hours together."
"I had the weekend off," Pitcairn replied. "For once I wasn’t on call or have patients to see on rounds. We had the entire weekend to ourselves. That’s pretty rare -"
"Tyler," Sam added. "DI Tyler. You can call me Sam."
"Right. That’s pretty rare Sam." Pitcairn continued. "I’m the youngest doctor in my practice and the lowest seniority surgeon. That means I spend most of my time still on rotations that include weekends and holidays. I had this weekend off though."
"Tell us about your weekend. Every detail could be useful," Sam persisted.
"We stayed in mostly," Pitcairn looked over at the Guv and blushed scarlet. Sam looked over and saw the older man glaring at Pitcairn.
"Guv," Sam interceded. "Perhaps you could go outside and radio for Baxter? If they were staying in this house she needs to process it."
"Don’t you want to hear what happened this weekend with my god daughter?" He grumbled. "Could be important to our case."
"I think I can handle it," Sam answered. "You, meanwhile, look like you could use a smoke and Baxter will complain that the residues are interfering with her chemicals."
"Wouldn’t be good for Miranda’s asthma either," Andrew said nervously and then dropped his gaze from Gene’s. "If you find her today the residues will inflame her lungs, she’ll be miserable all night."
"Right," the Guv agreed sullenly. "Don’t need residues inside the house. I’ll radio Baxter."
Once the Guv was outside Sam saw Pitcairn relax visibly. "Better?" He asked with a smile.
"Thank you," Pitcairn replied. "I know it shouldn’t bother me, telling you about what happened this weekend with her Uncle Gene here but it does. Man of the world or not the man still threatened to castrate me at my own wedding using nothing but a rusty pair of pliers and a bottle of double malt if I even so much as looked cross eyed at Miranda."
"I wish I could tell you it’s all a bluff and he’s got a great nougaty center," Sam snorted.
"But it isn’t and he doesn’t." Pitcairn ended.
"Tell me about your weekend with Miranda," Sam brought the subject back around once he knew the man had relaxed.
"Nothing much," Pitcairn replied. "Dinner Friday night at d’Or. Then home. We spent all day Saturday in bed. Went for chips near the University around eight. Went over to the flat and retrieved a few more boxes and then came home. Sunday was the same as always; church and Sunday dinner with her parents and then home. Stopped for ice cream and then came home to bed. Spent the evening there."
"So you spent the weekend at home having sex?" Sam clarified. "Did you talk about anything important? Fight at all? Did she mention something bothering her? Someone?"
"We talked about the things we always talked about." Pitcairn replied. "What color to paint the nursery when she finally got pregnant and why I hated Nicolette for a name if it was a girl and I’d compromise and we didn’t have to name it Dalhousie if it was a boy. Talked about how much she missed her job now that we were married. Tried to determine whether or not she and her mother could manage a small trip to Paris in the fall. Wondered if I could get off work next summer for a trip somewhere warm. Trivial stuff."
"So no fighting?" Sam repeated.
"None."
"Tell me about yesterday."
"When I left at 5 she was still sleeping. Always does. The first month we were married she’d get up while I was in the shower and cook breakfast but most mornings I’d come in to find her asleep at the table and the tea burning on the stove. Convinced her it was in everyone’s best interest if she just slept late instead. So that’s what she does. I leave at 5 and give her a peck on the cheek. She mumbles something into the pillow that I choose to interpret as ‘I love you’ and that’s that."
"So the last time you saw her she was asleep?"
"No," Pitcairn shook his head. "I had a break yesterday. Sometimes I get those. A block of time between surgeries. I had three hours yesterday so I decided to come home for lunch. Wanted to let her know I had a late bypass to do and wouldn’t be home for dinner. I didn’t want her cooking."
"You couldn’t call?" Sam asked.
"The phone isn’t turned on yet. They come next week."
"Right," Sam agreed. "So you come home for lunch and what happens?"
"She’s in our bedroom surrounded by piles of shoes." Pitcairn replied with a faint smile. "She looks at me and says ‘would you believe this all started out as a simple attempt at finding a matching pair of sandals?’ I told her that of course I did. Things tended to get out of hand like that when she had a hand in them. While she finished finding her missing sandal I made us a couple sandwiches and we had a quiet lunch. While I was," Pitcairn blushed slightly again.
"Go on," Sam urged.
"While I was getting dressed later she mentioned that she was meeting some of her former co-workers for a snack around the corner from where she used to work. Then she thought she might go over to her parents to have dinner. Claimed it was better than eating all alone. I told her that if I was going to be early I’d call her parents but otherwise for her to just stay there last night."
"Did you call?"
"No," Pitcairn shrugged. "Patient had complications, the surgery took longer than I anticipated and we had to open him up again a few hours later. I didn’t make it home until almost 3 am."
"Was Miranda here?"
"No," Pitcairn shook his head. "I just assumed she was still at her mother and father’s."
"So the last time you saw Miranda was?"
"2:30ish Monday afternoon."
"Did her parents see her at all?"
"No."
"What about her former co-workers? Did she manage to meet them?"
"I don’t know."
"Where did she work?"
"At Sunshine Village. It’s a home for primarily Southeast Asian refugee orphans. The Sisters at St. Mary’s won’t take them and they don’t really have the facilities for them anyway so Sunshine Village takes them in and allows them to acclimate before they’re placed with loving families."
"And what did Miranda do there?"
"She was a translator," Pitcairn answered. "Along with working as a contact for organizations inside Southeast Asia as a liaison. She spoke a few of the languages and did quite a bit of the paperwork. She claimed that she did it so that she could play all day long with others at her mental level."
"How did you feel about that? Her working I mean."
"She loved it," Pitcairn replied. "She was passionate about her work. I know it upset her to quit once we were married but her father and her Uncle Gene insisted. It broke my heart to take that from her but they were right of course. I make enough to support her and there was no reason for her to work everyday."
"I imagine that wasn’t a pleasant argument," Sam smiled.
"Does your wife work DI Tyler?"
"I’m not married," Sam said thoughtfully. "But everyone I’ve dated has worked for a living. Most of them would have never wanted to give up careers just to stay home all day and cook for me."
"That’s what Miranda thought," Pitcairn agreed. "I just hope it wasn’t what led to this."
"I’m sure it wasn’t," Sam tried to sound reassuring. "The Guv and I’ll go over and talk with Miranda’s former co-workers now and try to determine if they met her yesterday. We’ll let you know what we find out."
"Thank you DI Tyler," Pitcairn lifted one side of his mouth in an attempt at a smile.
"Don’t worry," Sam patted him on the shoulder. "We will find her."
Once he was in the Cortina he glanced over at the Guv. "Well?"
"Spent the whole weekend shagging each other, he saw her at lunch yesterday for a quickie and she told him she was going to visit some old co-workers and then over to her parents. Parents never saw her and Pitcairn hasn’t talked with any of the people she was supposed to meet before then. She worked at a place called -"
"Sunshine Village," the Guv cut in. "I know where it is."
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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 1,648 this chapter
Spoilers - none you're entirely safe with me. Really
Chapter Two
"Dr. Pitcairn?" Sam asked the disheveled man who opened the brick home’s door.
"Gene?" The man sighed in relief. "John said you were coming to talk with me. Come in."
"Andrew," the Guv nodded. "Wish it were better circumstances seeing you again. This the new house?"
"Yeah," Sam saw the man swallow. "Miranda," he swallowed again. "She wanted to stay here as soon as we could. Movers aren’t even going to start until next weekend with the furniture but she’s been moving boxes over on her own. Been sleeping on a mattress on the floor."
"Miranda’s sleeping on a floor?" The Guv asked sharply.
"Told her we had a perfectly good bed in my flat," Sam saw the man mumble. "She told me she was too excited to wait until it had gotten moved. So I compromised with her. We’d sleep here without furniture but she wasn’t allowed to move any boxes herself. She would simply tell me which boxes were to come over and I’d retrieve them. No lifting on her part at all."
The Guv just grunted before nodding in what Sam thought might be grudging approval. "Tell us about the last time you saw your wife." Sam broke in. "Walk us through the last 24 hours together."
"I had the weekend off," Pitcairn replied. "For once I wasn’t on call or have patients to see on rounds. We had the entire weekend to ourselves. That’s pretty rare -"
"Tyler," Sam added. "DI Tyler. You can call me Sam."
"Right. That’s pretty rare Sam." Pitcairn continued. "I’m the youngest doctor in my practice and the lowest seniority surgeon. That means I spend most of my time still on rotations that include weekends and holidays. I had this weekend off though."
"Tell us about your weekend. Every detail could be useful," Sam persisted.
"We stayed in mostly," Pitcairn looked over at the Guv and blushed scarlet. Sam looked over and saw the older man glaring at Pitcairn.
"Guv," Sam interceded. "Perhaps you could go outside and radio for Baxter? If they were staying in this house she needs to process it."
"Don’t you want to hear what happened this weekend with my god daughter?" He grumbled. "Could be important to our case."
"I think I can handle it," Sam answered. "You, meanwhile, look like you could use a smoke and Baxter will complain that the residues are interfering with her chemicals."
"Wouldn’t be good for Miranda’s asthma either," Andrew said nervously and then dropped his gaze from Gene’s. "If you find her today the residues will inflame her lungs, she’ll be miserable all night."
"Right," the Guv agreed sullenly. "Don’t need residues inside the house. I’ll radio Baxter."
Once the Guv was outside Sam saw Pitcairn relax visibly. "Better?" He asked with a smile.
"Thank you," Pitcairn replied. "I know it shouldn’t bother me, telling you about what happened this weekend with her Uncle Gene here but it does. Man of the world or not the man still threatened to castrate me at my own wedding using nothing but a rusty pair of pliers and a bottle of double malt if I even so much as looked cross eyed at Miranda."
"I wish I could tell you it’s all a bluff and he’s got a great nougaty center," Sam snorted.
"But it isn’t and he doesn’t." Pitcairn ended.
"Tell me about your weekend with Miranda," Sam brought the subject back around once he knew the man had relaxed.
"Nothing much," Pitcairn replied. "Dinner Friday night at d’Or. Then home. We spent all day Saturday in bed. Went for chips near the University around eight. Went over to the flat and retrieved a few more boxes and then came home. Sunday was the same as always; church and Sunday dinner with her parents and then home. Stopped for ice cream and then came home to bed. Spent the evening there."
"So you spent the weekend at home having sex?" Sam clarified. "Did you talk about anything important? Fight at all? Did she mention something bothering her? Someone?"
"We talked about the things we always talked about." Pitcairn replied. "What color to paint the nursery when she finally got pregnant and why I hated Nicolette for a name if it was a girl and I’d compromise and we didn’t have to name it Dalhousie if it was a boy. Talked about how much she missed her job now that we were married. Tried to determine whether or not she and her mother could manage a small trip to Paris in the fall. Wondered if I could get off work next summer for a trip somewhere warm. Trivial stuff."
"So no fighting?" Sam repeated.
"None."
"Tell me about yesterday."
"When I left at 5 she was still sleeping. Always does. The first month we were married she’d get up while I was in the shower and cook breakfast but most mornings I’d come in to find her asleep at the table and the tea burning on the stove. Convinced her it was in everyone’s best interest if she just slept late instead. So that’s what she does. I leave at 5 and give her a peck on the cheek. She mumbles something into the pillow that I choose to interpret as ‘I love you’ and that’s that."
"So the last time you saw her she was asleep?"
"No," Pitcairn shook his head. "I had a break yesterday. Sometimes I get those. A block of time between surgeries. I had three hours yesterday so I decided to come home for lunch. Wanted to let her know I had a late bypass to do and wouldn’t be home for dinner. I didn’t want her cooking."
"You couldn’t call?" Sam asked.
"The phone isn’t turned on yet. They come next week."
"Right," Sam agreed. "So you come home for lunch and what happens?"
"She’s in our bedroom surrounded by piles of shoes." Pitcairn replied with a faint smile. "She looks at me and says ‘would you believe this all started out as a simple attempt at finding a matching pair of sandals?’ I told her that of course I did. Things tended to get out of hand like that when she had a hand in them. While she finished finding her missing sandal I made us a couple sandwiches and we had a quiet lunch. While I was," Pitcairn blushed slightly again.
"Go on," Sam urged.
"While I was getting dressed later she mentioned that she was meeting some of her former co-workers for a snack around the corner from where she used to work. Then she thought she might go over to her parents to have dinner. Claimed it was better than eating all alone. I told her that if I was going to be early I’d call her parents but otherwise for her to just stay there last night."
"Did you call?"
"No," Pitcairn shrugged. "Patient had complications, the surgery took longer than I anticipated and we had to open him up again a few hours later. I didn’t make it home until almost 3 am."
"Was Miranda here?"
"No," Pitcairn shook his head. "I just assumed she was still at her mother and father’s."
"So the last time you saw Miranda was?"
"2:30ish Monday afternoon."
"Did her parents see her at all?"
"No."
"What about her former co-workers? Did she manage to meet them?"
"I don’t know."
"Where did she work?"
"At Sunshine Village. It’s a home for primarily Southeast Asian refugee orphans. The Sisters at St. Mary’s won’t take them and they don’t really have the facilities for them anyway so Sunshine Village takes them in and allows them to acclimate before they’re placed with loving families."
"And what did Miranda do there?"
"She was a translator," Pitcairn answered. "Along with working as a contact for organizations inside Southeast Asia as a liaison. She spoke a few of the languages and did quite a bit of the paperwork. She claimed that she did it so that she could play all day long with others at her mental level."
"How did you feel about that? Her working I mean."
"She loved it," Pitcairn replied. "She was passionate about her work. I know it upset her to quit once we were married but her father and her Uncle Gene insisted. It broke my heart to take that from her but they were right of course. I make enough to support her and there was no reason for her to work everyday."
"I imagine that wasn’t a pleasant argument," Sam smiled.
"Does your wife work DI Tyler?"
"I’m not married," Sam said thoughtfully. "But everyone I’ve dated has worked for a living. Most of them would have never wanted to give up careers just to stay home all day and cook for me."
"That’s what Miranda thought," Pitcairn agreed. "I just hope it wasn’t what led to this."
"I’m sure it wasn’t," Sam tried to sound reassuring. "The Guv and I’ll go over and talk with Miranda’s former co-workers now and try to determine if they met her yesterday. We’ll let you know what we find out."
"Thank you DI Tyler," Pitcairn lifted one side of his mouth in an attempt at a smile.
"Don’t worry," Sam patted him on the shoulder. "We will find her."
Once he was in the Cortina he glanced over at the Guv. "Well?"
"Spent the whole weekend shagging each other, he saw her at lunch yesterday for a quickie and she told him she was going to visit some old co-workers and then over to her parents. Parents never saw her and Pitcairn hasn’t talked with any of the people she was supposed to meet before then. She worked at a place called -"
"Sunshine Village," the Guv cut in. "I know where it is."
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