Fic: "Sammy-girl" (Chapter 4) by Anonyma73, Brown Cortina, Sam/Gene
Title: "Sammy-girl" (Chapter 4)
Rating: Brown Cortina
Word Count/Length: 747 words (this chapter)
Notes: See chapter 1 which can be found here:
http://lifein1973.livejournal.com/2239957.html
Summary: Sam is thinking too much. Way too much for his own good.
Set around LoM 2.07 and 2.08.
Disclaimer: LoM isn't mine but the BBC's/Kudos' I'm just having a little fun with Sam and Gene.
I directly borrowed some lines from LoM 2.08, I have to admit.
Chapter 1: http://lifein1973.livejournal.com/2239957.html
Chapter 2: http://lifein1973.livejournal.com/2240296.html
Chapter 3: http://lifein1973.livejournal.com/2241207.html
After that, he had returned to the office where Gene was still sitting, waiting for him. Or so it seemed. Chris had already left and Ray was just putting on his jacket. When he turned to ask his guv whether he would join him at the Arms, the answer was no, though. Gene murmured something along the lines of having to show his face at home, now that he was a free man again, and Ray just nodded and left. He didn't extend his invitation to join him to Sam who was happy since he had no inclination to sit with his sergeant just to pass the time. He felt a little intoxicated already but since they had been celebrating the guv's freedom this seemed OK to him.
Gene went into his office to fetch his coat and then, putting it on, turned to Sam. "Care to join me for dinner again, Tyler?" Sam startled since that had not been what he had been expecting. "What about your wife?" he asked. "She's still staying with her sister. The trouble was too much for her. Called her earlier and told her I'm not a fugitive anymore but she didn't want to take the night train alone so she won't be home until tomorrow." Gene looked down, avoiding his eyes, when he said this.
Sam's brain started to rattle again. The thought of spending the evening with his DCI filled him with happiness. Maybe they could go out, grab a curry somewhere, then share a nightcap at his flat... "OK," he said. And a smile crept across his face. "Then get your arse in gear," Gene answered and produced his car keys from his coat pocket.
They drove to a little Indian restaurant Sam had discovered some weeks ago and enjoyed their meal, talking about the case and how they had managed to solve it and thus prove Gene's innocence. They also talked about how Frank Morgan had tried to turn the team against their DCI and Sam almost admitted to Gene that his faith in him had wavered a little but then decided against it. Gene had come to him for help and had trusted him, and he had trusted Gene. That's how he decided to remember this episode in their lives.
After finishing their dinner, Gene drove Sam to his flat, and Sam invited him up for a nightcap. On the way he had been a little nervous whether Gene would accept his invitation. Of course, he could always lure his DCI with a drink. But he wasn't sure whether Gene would tonight accept the invitation. But he did, and they ended up drinking a whole bottle. At times, when Sam wasn't looking directly at him, he felt like Gene was watching him. From the corner of his eyes he saw Gene's look linger on him a little longer than necessary. Linger on his arse as he bent down to fetch another bottle of whisky from the cupboard. Linger on his back and shoulders when he went to the bathroom. But he waived away those thoughts - not possible. He was pissed, really pissed by now. He was imagining things. There was nothing to prove that Gene would ever do such a thing. Look him over, watch him, watch the sway of his hips when he walked, the his back, his arse... Sam shook his head. He really was pissed. Totally hammered. Or was he just insane?
"Thanks, Sam," Gene muttered over his tumbler. And looked Sam deep in the eyes. Sam saw the warmth in those green eyes which he had often seen to be so hard, so sharp, so full of fight. "You're welcome, Gene," he answered and clicked his tumbler against Gene's. And meant it, with all his heart. He was thankful he had been the one to be able to help Gene, to help him prove his innocence. And also, he was thankful that Gene had turned out to be innocent. He couldn't have accepted any other outcome.
As matters where, Gene was even more pissed than Sam. Thus, he decided to again claim Sam's bed and return home the next day. Since Sam's makeshift bed was still sitting on the floor, and since he really didn't feel in a state fit enough to drive Gene home, Sam agreed to once more accommodate Gene in his flat.
The both started to undress, shed shirts, trousers and shoes and fell onto their respective beds.
Chapter 5: http://lifein1973.livejournal.com/2243280.html
Rating: Brown Cortina
Word Count/Length: 747 words (this chapter)
Notes: See chapter 1 which can be found here:
http://lifein1973.livejournal.com/2239957.html
Summary: Sam is thinking too much. Way too much for his own good.
Set around LoM 2.07 and 2.08.
Disclaimer: LoM isn't mine but the BBC's/Kudos' I'm just having a little fun with Sam and Gene.
I directly borrowed some lines from LoM 2.08, I have to admit.
Chapter 1: http://lifein1973.livejournal.com/2239957.html
Chapter 2: http://lifein1973.livejournal.com/2240296.html
Chapter 3: http://lifein1973.livejournal.com/2241207.html
After that, he had returned to the office where Gene was still sitting, waiting for him. Or so it seemed. Chris had already left and Ray was just putting on his jacket. When he turned to ask his guv whether he would join him at the Arms, the answer was no, though. Gene murmured something along the lines of having to show his face at home, now that he was a free man again, and Ray just nodded and left. He didn't extend his invitation to join him to Sam who was happy since he had no inclination to sit with his sergeant just to pass the time. He felt a little intoxicated already but since they had been celebrating the guv's freedom this seemed OK to him.
Gene went into his office to fetch his coat and then, putting it on, turned to Sam. "Care to join me for dinner again, Tyler?" Sam startled since that had not been what he had been expecting. "What about your wife?" he asked. "She's still staying with her sister. The trouble was too much for her. Called her earlier and told her I'm not a fugitive anymore but she didn't want to take the night train alone so she won't be home until tomorrow." Gene looked down, avoiding his eyes, when he said this.
Sam's brain started to rattle again. The thought of spending the evening with his DCI filled him with happiness. Maybe they could go out, grab a curry somewhere, then share a nightcap at his flat... "OK," he said. And a smile crept across his face. "Then get your arse in gear," Gene answered and produced his car keys from his coat pocket.
They drove to a little Indian restaurant Sam had discovered some weeks ago and enjoyed their meal, talking about the case and how they had managed to solve it and thus prove Gene's innocence. They also talked about how Frank Morgan had tried to turn the team against their DCI and Sam almost admitted to Gene that his faith in him had wavered a little but then decided against it. Gene had come to him for help and had trusted him, and he had trusted Gene. That's how he decided to remember this episode in their lives.
After finishing their dinner, Gene drove Sam to his flat, and Sam invited him up for a nightcap. On the way he had been a little nervous whether Gene would accept his invitation. Of course, he could always lure his DCI with a drink. But he wasn't sure whether Gene would tonight accept the invitation. But he did, and they ended up drinking a whole bottle. At times, when Sam wasn't looking directly at him, he felt like Gene was watching him. From the corner of his eyes he saw Gene's look linger on him a little longer than necessary. Linger on his arse as he bent down to fetch another bottle of whisky from the cupboard. Linger on his back and shoulders when he went to the bathroom. But he waived away those thoughts - not possible. He was pissed, really pissed by now. He was imagining things. There was nothing to prove that Gene would ever do such a thing. Look him over, watch him, watch the sway of his hips when he walked, the his back, his arse... Sam shook his head. He really was pissed. Totally hammered. Or was he just insane?
"Thanks, Sam," Gene muttered over his tumbler. And looked Sam deep in the eyes. Sam saw the warmth in those green eyes which he had often seen to be so hard, so sharp, so full of fight. "You're welcome, Gene," he answered and clicked his tumbler against Gene's. And meant it, with all his heart. He was thankful he had been the one to be able to help Gene, to help him prove his innocence. And also, he was thankful that Gene had turned out to be innocent. He couldn't have accepted any other outcome.
As matters where, Gene was even more pissed than Sam. Thus, he decided to again claim Sam's bed and return home the next day. Since Sam's makeshift bed was still sitting on the floor, and since he really didn't feel in a state fit enough to drive Gene home, Sam agreed to once more accommodate Gene in his flat.
The both started to undress, shed shirts, trousers and shoes and fell onto their respective beds.
Chapter 5: http://lifein1973.livejournal.com/2243280.html