Fic: Five Things Sam Never Thought He Would Hear..., green cortina, dakfinv
Title: Five Things Sam Never Thought He Would Hear Out of the Guv/Ray/Chris' Mouths
Author: dak
Word Count: 916 words
Rating: green cortina
A/N: Another five things fic as requested here. This is for
tinadoll.
1.
“I miss her.”
Sam nearly dropped his pint.
“What?” the Guv asked, thankfully beating Tyler to the punch. Sam would hate to admit that he was interested in Ray Carling’s personal life.
“Wilma,” Ray sighed, slightly tipsy from the amount of whisky and bitter he’d consumed. “Been two weeks, Guv. Don’t think she’s comin’ back this time.”
“Forget her Carling. Bird weren’t worth your time anyhow,” Gene shrugged, downing his latest pint. “Go on. Get the drinks in. That’ll make you feel better,” he grinned, patting his Sergeant on the back.
“Sure thing, Guv,” Ray nodded and went to the bar. Sam watched the slouch in his shoulders, noticed the lack of pride in his step. He excused himself on pretense of going to the loo, and stopped at the bar on his way to the gents.
“There’s still a chance, Ray. Maybe she just needs some time,” he offered, trying to be helpful.
“Piss off, Tyler,” Ray grumbled, then carried the drinks back to the table.
2.
“No.”
Sam felt his jaw drop. He quickly picked it back up.
“Sorry, Boss. I just, er, I promised me mum I’d be home early tonight.”
“Chris, we are on the verge of cracking the Thompson case, and you want to knock off early?” Sam asked, tightly clutching the file in his hands.
“Not early, no. Just, uhm, just when me shift’s over. Which is...” Chris checked his watch. “Now,” he shrugged.
“DC Skelton, sometimes being a police officer means doing a bit of overtime.”
“Did the Guv say I have to stay?”
“Well, no,” Sam answered anxiously. “In fact, I think he’s already left for the day. But if he were here, I’m sure DCI Hunt--”
“Sorry, DI Tyler. I can’t.,” Chris interrupted. “Maybe he next week?” he said, offering a sheepish smile as an apology before heading out the door. Sam was left alone, standing in the center of CID with the offending file clutched in his hands, wondering what just happened.
3.
“Okay.”
The argument Sam had prepared suddenly fell out of his brain and onto the floor, leaving him stammering for a response.
“I, er, what did you say?”
“I said, ‘okay,’ Tyler, or do you not understand the meaning of such a complicated word?” Gene rolled his eyes, his feet still propped up on his desktop.
“But, I said we’ll need concrete evidence before we can pull Grayson in,” Sam’s brain was having difficulty processing the information at hand.
“And I said, ‘okay.’ Go get your evidence, and then we’ll nab the little gobshite,” Gene grabbed a nearby newspaper.
“But, you hate Grayson. You told me he’s been running rampant on your patch for years. You told me you’d do anything to put him away.”
“And?”
“And, well, don’t you want to bring him and rough him up? Plant evidence? Terrorize witnesses?”
“Do you want me to rough ‘im up, plant evidence, or terrorize witnesses?” Gene sighed from behind the paper.
“No...”
“So what’s your problem then, Gladys?”
“You told me I need evidence,” Sam explained, still in shock. Gene sighed again, then folded the newspaper and dropped it on the desk.
“Roger Dodger Grayson’s lawyer is slicker than a lube-coated weasel. If we want to nail that bastard, we’ll need summat good and solid, else we’ll be laughed right outta court. So, DI Tyler, you say we need proper evidence to pull ‘im in, I say, okay. That enough of an explanation for you, or do I need to get a dictionary and define the ruddy word?”
“No, Guv,” Sam shook his head. “I’ll, uhm, I’ll go look for that evidence then,” Sam nodded and quickly left the office before he could get anymore confused.
4.
“What d’you think?”
Sam nearly dropped his gun.
“Boss, what d’you think?” Ray repeated apprehensively, his pistol still aloft. Sam swallowed hard. There were three armed officers outside, four armed criminals inside, and five hostages inside, including the Guv. Ray and Chris stared at him anxiously, waiting for his instructions.
“Well, normally I’d say we need to open up a dialogue with the hostage takers,” he noticed the frustration in Ray’s gaze, “but, I don’t think these men will be willing to negotiate,” he added.
Ray and Chris quickly nodded.
“When backup gets here, Chris you stay here and try to speak to them, draw all their attention towards you. Ray, the uniformed officers, and I will move round the side, and get in through the back door. The Guv is armed, and they don’t know that. We should be take them out before they injure any of the hostages. Alright?”
Ray and Chris nodded, again. Sam held his breath and waited for the other officers to arrive, praying that he was making the right decision.
5.
“Good job, Sam.”
“Yeah, Boss. Good work.”
“Could’ve mucked it up, but you din’t. Thanks, Tyler.”
Sam grinned as Gene, Chris, and Ray pat him on the back, in turn.
“Thanks. It was a team effort, really,” Sam added humbly.
“Damn right it was,” Gene nodded. “So, I think it’s up to the team to get the drinks in. Chris,” he ordered, and the young DC shuffled up to the bar.
Sam sat back in his chair. He watched as Ray began playing darts, as Chris nearly stumbled with the drink tray, and as Gene sipped from his flask while he waited for his pint. Usually, CID was entirely predictable. Every once in awhile, they managed to surprise.