Fic: The Art of Being Lost and Found (1/?), green cortina, dakfinv
Title: The Art of Being Lost and Found (1/?)
Author: dak
Word Count: 401 (this part)
Rating: green cortina
Warnings: none here, but there will be later...
Summary: Post 2.08. When the Guv goes missing, CID is saddled with an inept "interim" DCI. To find Gene, and the truth, Ray must team up with a hated enemy.
A/N: So, here's the start to another long fic. It is a WIP, but I give you my word that updates will be regular and the fic will be finished, barring any outrageous unforseen events.
Just some notes for this fic - it will be told entirely from Ray's POV (in the third person.) If you're not a Ray fan, I promise there will be plenty of Chris, Annie, Phyllis, and...wait. Where's Sam? Hmm... (*evil snigger*). This part is more of a prologue, but a meatier segment should be up sometime tomorrow. Please enjoy!
The cigarette smoke dangled briefly above his fingers before wafting into the air and disappearing into the darkened ceiling. Glass clinked against glass as his tumbler of whiskey was refilled. He waited until the bottle was capped before speaking again.
“What d’you want to do, Guv?”
Gene was swirling the liquor in his hand, watching the colors change in the dark lamp light.
“Guv?”
“Bring Moloney in for questioning,” he replied as if there had never been a pause. “He knows more than he’s telling. A good shake down in Lost and Found should loosen his tongue,” Gene stopped contemplating his whiskey and drank it instead.
“What about that bird?”
“Lenore?”
“Think she’s involved? Seemed a bit off when we first spoke to ‘er.”
Gene stubbed out his butt and took another fag from the half-empty pack on his desk.
“Get Cartwright to have a word with her,” he advised as he flicked the lighter. “She’s good with women.”
“Aye, Guv,” Ray nodded, finally taking a sip of his drink. “You want Moloney first thing?”
“Leave it till noon,” he tapped ash into the tray. “He’ll be at the bookie’s then. You can pick him up there.”
“Take Chris along?” Ray took a deep drag of his cigarette.
“Leave him with Cartwright if she’s with Lenore.”
“Birds really go for the div, don’t they?” Ray chuckled. Gene nodded, then finished off his whiskey. Ray shifted in his chair, unsure if there was anything else to settle tonight. When the Guv remained silent, Ray decided they were through. “Going to the pub, then?” he asked casually, reaching for the jacket on the back of his chair. Gene twisted the fag in his fingers, carefully considering the question. After a deep breath, he stuck the ciggie between his lips, sat up in his chair, and started shuffling the papers on his desk.
“Not tonight, Raymondo. Missus is expecting me,” he checked his watch. “’Bout three hours ago,” he added with a sigh.
“Keeping you on a short leash, ain’t she?”
Gene responded with only a raise of his eyebrows. Ray rose from the creaky chair, the metal joints echoing loudly in the quiet office.
“See you tomorrow, Guv.”
“Tomorrow,” he nodded.
Ray lumbered out of the station and met Chris at the Arms.
He didn’t see the Guv the next day.
Two weeks later, and there was still no sign of Gene Hunt.
Author: dak
Word Count: 401 (this part)
Rating: green cortina
Warnings: none here, but there will be later...
Summary: Post 2.08. When the Guv goes missing, CID is saddled with an inept "interim" DCI. To find Gene, and the truth, Ray must team up with a hated enemy.
A/N: So, here's the start to another long fic. It is a WIP, but I give you my word that updates will be regular and the fic will be finished, barring any outrageous unforseen events.
Just some notes for this fic - it will be told entirely from Ray's POV (in the third person.) If you're not a Ray fan, I promise there will be plenty of Chris, Annie, Phyllis, and...wait. Where's Sam? Hmm... (*evil snigger*). This part is more of a prologue, but a meatier segment should be up sometime tomorrow. Please enjoy!
The cigarette smoke dangled briefly above his fingers before wafting into the air and disappearing into the darkened ceiling. Glass clinked against glass as his tumbler of whiskey was refilled. He waited until the bottle was capped before speaking again.
“What d’you want to do, Guv?”
Gene was swirling the liquor in his hand, watching the colors change in the dark lamp light.
“Guv?”
“Bring Moloney in for questioning,” he replied as if there had never been a pause. “He knows more than he’s telling. A good shake down in Lost and Found should loosen his tongue,” Gene stopped contemplating his whiskey and drank it instead.
“What about that bird?”
“Lenore?”
“Think she’s involved? Seemed a bit off when we first spoke to ‘er.”
Gene stubbed out his butt and took another fag from the half-empty pack on his desk.
“Get Cartwright to have a word with her,” he advised as he flicked the lighter. “She’s good with women.”
“Aye, Guv,” Ray nodded, finally taking a sip of his drink. “You want Moloney first thing?”
“Leave it till noon,” he tapped ash into the tray. “He’ll be at the bookie’s then. You can pick him up there.”
“Take Chris along?” Ray took a deep drag of his cigarette.
“Leave him with Cartwright if she’s with Lenore.”
“Birds really go for the div, don’t they?” Ray chuckled. Gene nodded, then finished off his whiskey. Ray shifted in his chair, unsure if there was anything else to settle tonight. When the Guv remained silent, Ray decided they were through. “Going to the pub, then?” he asked casually, reaching for the jacket on the back of his chair. Gene twisted the fag in his fingers, carefully considering the question. After a deep breath, he stuck the ciggie between his lips, sat up in his chair, and started shuffling the papers on his desk.
“Not tonight, Raymondo. Missus is expecting me,” he checked his watch. “’Bout three hours ago,” he added with a sigh.
“Keeping you on a short leash, ain’t she?”
Gene responded with only a raise of his eyebrows. Ray rose from the creaky chair, the metal joints echoing loudly in the quiet office.
“See you tomorrow, Guv.”
“Tomorrow,” he nodded.
Ray lumbered out of the station and met Chris at the Arms.
He didn’t see the Guv the next day.
Two weeks later, and there was still no sign of Gene Hunt.