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[di_or_dci]

" -- out of here! Let me out of h -- "

Apparently DI Sam Tyler was not expecting the door to give way, no matter how hard he was shoving at it.

It means that once it does open, he goes sprawling, catching himself on hands and knees and taking a deep breath.

Okay, two deep breaths

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[themanclion]

About ten seconds after he finds himself on the floor, there's a hand under his arm, attempting to drag him upright.

'Oh get up, y'big girl. Wha's the matter, been on the gin on th' way back from the 'ospital?'

[di_or_dci]

"Ge -- Guv."

Brilliant.

The pained look on Sam's face gives way to a rueful smile, even if it takes a lot of effort.

"Don't I bloody wish. Why else d'you think I showed up here?"

Talking about drinks'll cover for the way his hands are shaky, right?

[themanclion]

'Well I dunno, Gladys. It ain' normal t'fall over before y'start drinkin'.'

But Sam's a weird kind of guy. Maybe that can explain the shaking hands all on its own. Or maybe he's a secret alchi and has the DT's. That would be perfectly acceptable but he acts too uptight for it to possibly be true.

And now he's bored of thinking about it.

'What y'havin' then? I'll get the firs' round in.'

[di_or_dci]

"Guess I'll have to fix that right quick then, eh?"

Maybe someone other than Sam would protest the use of Gladys, but 1) it's not going to do Sam a bit of good and 2) it's not going to affect his efficacy as a police officer.

And since 3) it seems to put Gene in a halfway decent mood --

"Whiskey -- make it a double."

It's been a long few days.

[newgoldenage]

Luke is passing by on his way to the back door when he notices the other man go sprawling. He heads over, curious, and gets there just in time to get a full view of the corridor.

"So you finally go it to listen, huh? Lucky." He remembers what Bonzo said about getting into other worlds if invited. Bending over, he offers his hand with a smile. "I'm Luke. I tried for an hour yesterday to get it open. What's your secret?"

[di_or_dci]

"Secret?"

Sam huffs out a sharp bark of laughter, shaking his head at the same time he reaches out to shake Luke's hand.

"Mate, you have no idea. M' name's Sam. Sam Tyler -- DI."

[newgoldenage]

"Nice to meet you, Sam. And yeah, given what I've seen of this place you've probably got some secrets I can't even imagine." He darts a quick glance at the door to see if he can make out what's on the other side, but it's already firmly shut.

"DI?" Luke's learned about a lot of things in the past eight years; British law enforcement isn't one of them.

[di_or_dci]

"Detective Inspector," Sam explains. "Not that it means much in here."

He doesn't bother looking over his shoulder at the now-closed door. There's a lot back there that he does not want to think about.

At all.