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[unbreakablelion]

Who: Gene Hunt, Jim Keats
When: Night
Where: CID Office, Fenchurch East
What: Working
Warnings: TBA

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[downtheelevator]

"Burning the midnight oil?" Keats asked with an amused smile, leaning against the door frame with a file tucked under his arm. He was going to clear off himself, well that was until he saw Gene was still here. He never could resist a good one on one, especially now their game was more open and unpredictable.

"Would of though you'd be at the pub or are you in short supply of mates these days?" he mocked with a small smirk.

[unbreakablelion]

Oh wonderful! Just what Gene needed to brighten his day. Why did Jim always seem to appear when he felt miserable? Gene gave a sigh and lifted his head to look at him. "It's called 'work', Jimbo, maybe you should give it a try sometime."

He downed the scotch that was in his glass and refilled it, and moved to get a second glass from the shelf, filling it with scotch for Jim, sliding it across the desk. "Oh, Jimbo, I'd say I have abou as many mates as you do. You know that."

[downtheelevator]

"All I ever do is work these days, blimey do you think I'm here for your wonderful company?" Keats rolled his eyes, taking the seat across from Gene and happily excepting the glass. Drinking with Gene was far from his favourite activity but it'd been a long night and some pre-round drinks were always useful. "I have to keep going over what you're useless team does, they can't fill in paper work to save their bloody lives."

He was about to ask where Gene found these idiots but there was a stupid question, they both knew that one. "Roughly, I 'pose, but mine never leave me. They just get... moved, shall we say?"

[unbreakablelion]

"My team's paper work is fine." Fine, as in hardly ever done on time and usually half missing. Apart from recently - since Alex had been back she had done pretty much all of Gene's paper work for him, all he had to do was sign it. It was wonderful. "You could always bugger off back to Scotland Yard, we wouldn't miss you."

At Jim's comment about his friends leaving, Gene's jaw clenched. He reached for his glass and drained it in one one mouthful, slamming it back down on the desk before refilling it. "My mates... my team... they don't leave me. They move on to bigger and better things, Jimbo."