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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?

Date: 2010-06-10 01:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bolliknickers.livejournal.com
"I came to see you and they were undone. Old habits..." Alex handed him another sheaf of papers. "Sign again -- last month."

She leaned her chin in her hand and regarded him levelly for a moment, enjoying seeing him squirm a little. "A date? Mmm. I think I'd be alright with that." A smile pulled at her lips. "Wear something slutty, Gene."

Date: 2010-06-10 01:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bolliknickers.livejournal.com
The touch was unexpected and made her breath catch in her throat. Alex closed her eyes, her lashes dark and inky against her pale cheeks, and leaned a little into his touch.

Her heartbeat was just pounding in her chest. How peculiar, really, that this strange man-child could affect her so very deeply...

Date: 2010-06-10 02:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bolliknickers.livejournal.com
"Felt nice," she murmured, opening her eyes slowly and letting out a breath she hadn't realised she'd been holding.

Damp and slightly stinky from his adventure gaming, he was still attractive. She was bloody mad...

Date: 2010-06-10 02:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bolliknickers.livejournal.com
"People change, Gene," Alex acknowledged. She was different since coming back from the pub -- she knew it. She'd found her peace: she'd had to in order to get into the Railway Arms. And now she was back, back to help him fight the rot and fight Jim Keats... and maybe, just maybe, to find his own peace.

"Sometimes, we change for the better."

His low-pitched compliment and that quiet chuckle just... did things to her.

Date: 2010-06-10 02:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bolliknickers.livejournal.com
"Yes," she said simply, nodding once. You're sadder, she thought. It's so strange to see you like this, without Ray and Chris... Although the team building exercise seemed to have done good things for him... time would tell.

Date: 2010-06-10 05:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bolliknickers.livejournal.com
"Have someone turn in the reports, and go home, Gene. I'll head, too, and expect you within an hour, hour and a half. I might even cook -- how's that for TLC?"

Alex got up and stretched -- she had been a while in that chair and she was a little stiff.

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