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Who: Gene Hunt, Alex Drake, Open
When: Evening
Where: CID Office, Fenchurch East
What: Gene gets back from his ‘team building’ exercise
Warnings: Gene’s potty mouth, as always

Gene Hunt, half of CID and the Quattro had been missing for much of the day. They eventually returned and the door to the CID swung open. In walked in a very wet team, looking very much like they had been dragged through the gutter. They're covered in dust, dirt, cobwebs, flour and a multitude of colours. Gene had taken them on a 'team building' exercise, and for once it didn't involve sitting in a pub getting pissed.

Gene removed his coat as he walked to his office, hanging it up before addressing the team that had been left behind, clasping his hands together, wringing them. "Right then. Any murders?"

"No, Guv."

"Stabbings?"

"No, Guv."

"Robberies?"

"No, Guv."

"Anything?"

"No, Guv."

"Glad to hear it. Okay ladies, let’s call it a day. Go on, get out of 'ere before I change my mind." He paused, turning his attention to the wet, filthy team. "You did good today. I'm proud of you." What was that? Gene? Praising his team?

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"Chocolate," Gene repeated, keeping hold of Alex for a moment longer before finally stepping away from her. "Right, good, chocolate, perfect." No, that wasn't a blush, it was just the lighting, honest, Gene Hunt does not blush.

She fetched the both forks, and those ridiculously decadent chocolate desserts. The silence stretched out for a moment or two more before she turned to him again.

"Shall, ah, we just assume you're going to stay over?"

Gene stuffed his hands in his pockets, rolling his shoulders. "If that's what you want. I mean..." He rubbed at the back of his neck, once more feeling awkwardly shy. "... well, I'd take the sofa, of course."

"Not what I had in mind," Alex told him, leading the way back to the table with their dessert.

"Blimey..." Gene followed Alex back to the table and took a long swig of wine, before giving a nod. "Right, okay then."

"Unless you're not interested...?"

"I'm more than interested, Bolly. Any man who isn't must be dumb or gay."