Fic: Steady As She Goes (78/86), blue cortina, dakfinv
Title: Steady As She Goes (78/86)
Author: dak
Word Count: 2178 this part; [140,113 overall]
Summary for Whole: After an accidental shooting at the station, Gene struggles to keep his team from tearing themselves apart while his and Sam's friendship is pushed to the limits.
Summary this Part: The team gets a breakthrough and Sam has lunch.
Rating: still Blue-ish Cortina, uhm, what's slightly darker than blue?
Warnings: angst, swearing, violence, violent imagery, minor drug use, mild sexual situations, self-harm for whole
Spoilers: none here; see each chapter for specific spoiler warnings
Pairing: mild Sam/Annie, Sam/Maya, Gene/missus
Disclaimer: Belongs to BBC/Kudos
A/N: Please enjoy!
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“My client would like to deal, DCI Hunt.”
“Well I’ll go fetch the cards then. What do you say DI Carling, 50p a chair? No caps, aces wild?”
Bobby Walsh’s solicitor was clearly not taken with the Guv’s sense of humor. He frowned so sternly and crossed his arms so tensely in his cheap, pinstripe suit he looked to be wound tighter than Tyler on a good day. The normally unassuming thought only made Ray more uncomfortable at his first interrogation as a DI.
“What your scrote-less shit of a client wants, Mr. Gordon, is to pass off a murder so he doesn’t have to worry about doing a life-long stretch in the bum-bandit’s paradise! Actually, two murders and the kidnapping and attempted murder of one of my officers, if you’d like to get specific.”
Ray knew better than to cower in his chair but the pure carnal rage emanating from his DCI clearly told him he should sit back and allow the Guv to take the lead. Hunt had been a hair’s breadth away from pounding anyone who came within arms reach of him ever since they’d carted Tyler off yesterday and now Ray was forced to sit next to this pulsing ball of anger for an interview with the man they thought was responsible for it all.
The Guv couldn’t really be that angry, could he? Was this the good cop/bad cop routine he and Tyler had worked to apparent perfection? The Guv spouting his mouth off while Tyler leaned back, watching and waiting? What did he wait for? How did he know when to cut in? Ray had done plenty of interrogations with the Guv but they usually involved him telling Carling where to land the next punch.
Ray straightened up and listened. He was the DI now but he’d earned it by default. He was going to have to prove he deserved it, at least to himself.
“Mr. Walsh was only present at the murders of Dominic Sanders and Harvey Quibell. He did not perform the acts himself.”
“Well isn’t that convenient,” Gene snarled, his dark stare never wavering from Bobby’s solemn face.
“As for the abduction of...” Mr. Gordon superfluously shuffled through his papers for an ill-conceived attempt at dramatic effect. “Ah. Of former Detective Inspector Sam Tyler, my client was forcibly coerced by his older brother, Jerry Walsh, into taking part in that truly horrendous crime.”
“Must be hard bein’ forced to kick the shit outta someone.” Ray hadn’t meant to say it aloud but the words had slipped off his tongue before checking with his brain first. Gene didn’t seem to disapprove and the statement appeared to have the right effect on Bobby.
“Look,” he leaned forward nervously, “Yeah, I helped ‘em with Dom and Harv--”
“Bobby--” Mr. Gordon warned but the man waved him off.
“An’ I did beat up that copper. I don’ mind doin’ time for that. But I go down for murder, I’m stuck there for life.”
“What a shame. Manchester will lose one of its finest, we keep a gold star like you locked away and off the streets.” Gene flicked ash onto the table, purposely sprinkling it on top of Bobby’s pleading hands.
“Why?” Again, the thought slipped out before Ray could stop it. Gene regarded him curiously but allowed him to continue. “I mean, we lost yeh.” The Guv grunted disapprovingly at that but Ray collected his thoughts and continued. “But you come back ‘ere where y’know we’re lookin’ for yeh. Get a job an’ all. Chuck it in with the NF. Why?”
Bobby slouched sheepishly in the chair.
“Because Ray, the NF are flaming retards. Didn’t you know the letters stand for Nutless Fuckers?”
Ray could sense the different tone in the Guv’s voice. The anger was still there, the abusive edge, but there was something else, something new Ray couldn’t quite explain. It was something that told him, and only him, the Guv agreed with his train of thought.
“ ‘S me girl,” Bobby whispered. “She were pregnant when...when all this ‘appened. Gave birth last month. Turns out it were twins. Her dad ran off when she were little. Mum died las’ year.” He raised his head, eyes darting helplessly between Ray and Gene. “I’m all she’s got. An’ the boys...they need a dad. I don’ want ‘em to be like, to turn out...” Bobby trailed off and dropped his head in his hands. Gene finished his cigarette, extinguished the butt in the tray, and calmly folded his hands.
“What can you give us?”
Bobby glanced at his lawyer who nodded back, encouraging him to speak. “I weren’t lyin’ when I said I left ‘em in Liverpool but Jerry’s been writin’ me. Says ‘e’s tired of dealin’ with those lazy, Paddy bastards and wants to come home. ‘E’s takin’ the ferry back to Liverpool next Sunday. ‘M supposed to meet ‘im an hide ‘im at me flat for a bit til he can get up North.”
“Al Rogers.”
“Don’ know. Jerry hasn’t mentioned ‘im.”
Gene immediately stood up and Ray quickly followed suit. “Find out. Then we might have something.”
“Mr. Hunt!” Mr. Gordon scrambled from his own chair to follow the detectives towards the door. “What my client is offering should be more than enough to secure him the lesser sentence he is asking for. Jerry Walsh was the brains behind this whole operation, Rogers merely the muscle--”
“So what was Bobby here, the heart? Either he gets me both, Mr. Gordon, or his twin bundles of joy can find a daddy in mummy’s new best mate, Mr. Milkman.”
The walls shook and Ray was certain he heard something heavy fall from a wobbly shelf in Lost and Found as Gene slammed the creaky door.
“I dunno Guv. ‘E were handin’ us ‘is brother on a plate. Why don’t we take it?” Ray found a piece of gum in his pocket and started chomping nervously.
“Because I’m not convinced he suddenly saw the light just cos his bird popped out a couple of liabilities. He didn’t mention Graham’s involvement once and soon as we take this offer he’ll clam up faster than an unpaid snout.” Gene strode back into CID, Ray close on his heels. “And now we know when and where to find his brother anyhow. You and Skelton start organizing a welcoming committee to greet genius Jerry soon as he hits our shores.”
“What, like contact the Liverpool plod?” Ray stood in the center of the bullpen as Gene entered his office, returning seconds later with his coat.
“That’s exactly what. It’s your operation now, Inspector.” Gene flung on his coat. “Don’t disappoint me.”
“Where’re you headed?” Ray asked, only slightly worried.
“Lunch. Questioning defecting dunderheads always works up an appetite.” Gene pat his stomach for emphasis and swept out the doors.
Ray rested his hands on his hips and slowly looked round the room. “So, uhm, Chris. You or Cartwright know the number for the station in Liverpool?”
*
“And I told Bert I didn’t want to sleep with the lights on and he said he had to or the monsters would get him and I told him there were no such things as monsters but he doesn’t believe me so I told Mr. Merrick that I can’t sleep with the light on but he said Bert only thinks the monsters come out on Thursdays when it’s dark so if I could be a big lad and let Bert keep the light on Thursdays I could get a new pack of crayons which is good because mine are almost gone and the yellow one broke and I really like yellow but now it’s really hard to use. Are you going to eat that?”
Sammy smiled when Gene handed him the pink wafer because he knew Gene really liked the pink wafers so it was awfully nice of him to let him have it. Before he ate it he saw how sad Gene looked and felt bad for having taken his wafer, so he broke it in half and handed Gene the bigger portion.
“We can share it.”
Gene smiled at that and said thank you very politely but he still looked sad and Sammy didn’t know what he could do to make him happy again. “I drew you another picture.”
“Yeah?” That seemed to cheer him up.
“Yeah! It was...” Sammy looked around him. “It was here. I had it here.” He looked under his chair, on the floor, and around the table but he didn’t see it anywhere. He had to find it. If he didn’t Gene would be sad again. “It was here. I laid it here! I know I did.” Sammy stood up and started looking around the room. “I left it here. Someone took it. It was mine and someone took it!” Sammy was so upset. He didn’t mind sharing but he hated it when people took things that didn’t belong to them without asking. That was stealing. That was wrong.
“It’s okay Sam. We’ll find it.” Gene stood up and came over to help him but Sammy was still upset. He was even having trouble breathing he was so upset.
“Here...it was...here!”
“Calm down, Sam. It’s here. I’m sure of it.” Gene stopped looking and gently wrapped his arms around Sammy and pulled him close. Sammy didn’t want to cry in front of Gene but he was very upset and couldn’t help it.
“I have to find it,” he sobbed. “ ‘S mine. ‘S for you.”
Gene rubbed his hands up and down Sammy’s back just like his mum would when he started to cry. “Calm down, Sammy-boy. We’ll find it you and me. We make a good team, yeah?”
Sammy nodded his head against Gene’s chest and let Gene hold him til he wasn’t so upset anymore.
“There. Is that it?” Gene pointed and Sammy turned his head to see a piece of paper that had fallen underneath a nearby table. Gene let him go and Sammy wiped his eyes and his nose and went to get the paper, immediately cheering up when he saw that it was in fact his drawing. He grabbed it and ran back over to Gene.
Gene smiled and took the paper, admiring Sam’s handiwork. “Is that the station?”
“Yeah! There’s you and Annie’s over here. She’s a girl but girls can be policemen, too. And there’s Chris. He has a football, see? He likes football. And that’s...that’s, uhm...”
“Ray?” Gene helped, smirking at the stick figure clearly drawn sleeping at his desk.
“Yeah.”
“And where are you?”
Sammy looked down sadly at his feet. “ ‘M not there. Only policemen and bad men belong at a police station. I don’t belong there.”
This seemed to make Gene very sad and Sammy wished he hadn’t said it at all. Now he didn’t have another drawing to make Gene happy and Gene was going to leave and he messed up everything again. He shuffled away to the table and pouted over the rest of his lunch. Gene followed then crouched beside him. “I have to go back to work now, Sam. I have some very bad men I need to catch, okay?”
Sammy nodded sullenly. He knew Gene was going to leave. He knew it. It was all his fault.
“Can I take this with me?”
“ ‘S yours,” Sammy shrugged and picked at his carrots.
“I’ll come back and see you tomorrow, alright?”
Sammy nodded again. He knew Gene might forget about him tomorrow.
“Would you like some other people to visit, too?”
Sammy shrugged. He didn’t know anyone else that would want to see him.
“Maybe I’ll bring someone with me then. Would that be alright?”
“Yeah,” he whispered.
“It’s settled then.” Gene stood up and Sammy could tell he was only pretending to be happy. His mum did that a lot. “You be a big lad and protect Bert from those monsters, okay?”
“There’s no such thing as monsters,” Sam sighed and the way he said it made Gene smile, but only briefly.
“There are if you believe in them.” He pat Sammy on the shoulder and walked out the door without looking back.
Gene exhaled deeply and leaned against the wall outside of the activity room. He ran his free hand over his face, the other still clutching tightly to Sam’s new drawing. “He’s getting worse.”
Dr. Merrick read over notes on his clipboard as he stopped in front of Gene. “It’s only been a day, Mr. Hunt.”
“And I’m telling you he’s worse. I know Tyler. I’ve been dealing with him a lot longer than you.”
“And I’ve been dealing with mental illness longer than you, Mr. Hunt. We need to give it some time.”
Gene pushed away from the wall and paced in a circled before stopping in front of the door window. “Well I’m pretty sure he hasn’t got much of that left,” he stated with certainty and both DCI and doctor watched an eerily still Sam stare blankly into space.
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Part 79
Author: dak
Word Count: 2178 this part; [140,113 overall]
Summary for Whole: After an accidental shooting at the station, Gene struggles to keep his team from tearing themselves apart while his and Sam's friendship is pushed to the limits.
Summary this Part: The team gets a breakthrough and Sam has lunch.
Rating: still Blue-ish Cortina, uhm, what's slightly darker than blue?
Warnings: angst, swearing, violence, violent imagery, minor drug use, mild sexual situations, self-harm for whole
Spoilers: none here; see each chapter for specific spoiler warnings
Pairing: mild Sam/Annie, Sam/Maya, Gene/missus
Disclaimer: Belongs to BBC/Kudos
A/N: Please enjoy!
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“My client would like to deal, DCI Hunt.”
“Well I’ll go fetch the cards then. What do you say DI Carling, 50p a chair? No caps, aces wild?”
Bobby Walsh’s solicitor was clearly not taken with the Guv’s sense of humor. He frowned so sternly and crossed his arms so tensely in his cheap, pinstripe suit he looked to be wound tighter than Tyler on a good day. The normally unassuming thought only made Ray more uncomfortable at his first interrogation as a DI.
“What your scrote-less shit of a client wants, Mr. Gordon, is to pass off a murder so he doesn’t have to worry about doing a life-long stretch in the bum-bandit’s paradise! Actually, two murders and the kidnapping and attempted murder of one of my officers, if you’d like to get specific.”
Ray knew better than to cower in his chair but the pure carnal rage emanating from his DCI clearly told him he should sit back and allow the Guv to take the lead. Hunt had been a hair’s breadth away from pounding anyone who came within arms reach of him ever since they’d carted Tyler off yesterday and now Ray was forced to sit next to this pulsing ball of anger for an interview with the man they thought was responsible for it all.
The Guv couldn’t really be that angry, could he? Was this the good cop/bad cop routine he and Tyler had worked to apparent perfection? The Guv spouting his mouth off while Tyler leaned back, watching and waiting? What did he wait for? How did he know when to cut in? Ray had done plenty of interrogations with the Guv but they usually involved him telling Carling where to land the next punch.
Ray straightened up and listened. He was the DI now but he’d earned it by default. He was going to have to prove he deserved it, at least to himself.
“Mr. Walsh was only present at the murders of Dominic Sanders and Harvey Quibell. He did not perform the acts himself.”
“Well isn’t that convenient,” Gene snarled, his dark stare never wavering from Bobby’s solemn face.
“As for the abduction of...” Mr. Gordon superfluously shuffled through his papers for an ill-conceived attempt at dramatic effect. “Ah. Of former Detective Inspector Sam Tyler, my client was forcibly coerced by his older brother, Jerry Walsh, into taking part in that truly horrendous crime.”
“Must be hard bein’ forced to kick the shit outta someone.” Ray hadn’t meant to say it aloud but the words had slipped off his tongue before checking with his brain first. Gene didn’t seem to disapprove and the statement appeared to have the right effect on Bobby.
“Look,” he leaned forward nervously, “Yeah, I helped ‘em with Dom and Harv--”
“Bobby--” Mr. Gordon warned but the man waved him off.
“An’ I did beat up that copper. I don’ mind doin’ time for that. But I go down for murder, I’m stuck there for life.”
“What a shame. Manchester will lose one of its finest, we keep a gold star like you locked away and off the streets.” Gene flicked ash onto the table, purposely sprinkling it on top of Bobby’s pleading hands.
“Why?” Again, the thought slipped out before Ray could stop it. Gene regarded him curiously but allowed him to continue. “I mean, we lost yeh.” The Guv grunted disapprovingly at that but Ray collected his thoughts and continued. “But you come back ‘ere where y’know we’re lookin’ for yeh. Get a job an’ all. Chuck it in with the NF. Why?”
Bobby slouched sheepishly in the chair.
“Because Ray, the NF are flaming retards. Didn’t you know the letters stand for Nutless Fuckers?”
Ray could sense the different tone in the Guv’s voice. The anger was still there, the abusive edge, but there was something else, something new Ray couldn’t quite explain. It was something that told him, and only him, the Guv agreed with his train of thought.
“ ‘S me girl,” Bobby whispered. “She were pregnant when...when all this ‘appened. Gave birth last month. Turns out it were twins. Her dad ran off when she were little. Mum died las’ year.” He raised his head, eyes darting helplessly between Ray and Gene. “I’m all she’s got. An’ the boys...they need a dad. I don’ want ‘em to be like, to turn out...” Bobby trailed off and dropped his head in his hands. Gene finished his cigarette, extinguished the butt in the tray, and calmly folded his hands.
“What can you give us?”
Bobby glanced at his lawyer who nodded back, encouraging him to speak. “I weren’t lyin’ when I said I left ‘em in Liverpool but Jerry’s been writin’ me. Says ‘e’s tired of dealin’ with those lazy, Paddy bastards and wants to come home. ‘E’s takin’ the ferry back to Liverpool next Sunday. ‘M supposed to meet ‘im an hide ‘im at me flat for a bit til he can get up North.”
“Al Rogers.”
“Don’ know. Jerry hasn’t mentioned ‘im.”
Gene immediately stood up and Ray quickly followed suit. “Find out. Then we might have something.”
“Mr. Hunt!” Mr. Gordon scrambled from his own chair to follow the detectives towards the door. “What my client is offering should be more than enough to secure him the lesser sentence he is asking for. Jerry Walsh was the brains behind this whole operation, Rogers merely the muscle--”
“So what was Bobby here, the heart? Either he gets me both, Mr. Gordon, or his twin bundles of joy can find a daddy in mummy’s new best mate, Mr. Milkman.”
The walls shook and Ray was certain he heard something heavy fall from a wobbly shelf in Lost and Found as Gene slammed the creaky door.
“I dunno Guv. ‘E were handin’ us ‘is brother on a plate. Why don’t we take it?” Ray found a piece of gum in his pocket and started chomping nervously.
“Because I’m not convinced he suddenly saw the light just cos his bird popped out a couple of liabilities. He didn’t mention Graham’s involvement once and soon as we take this offer he’ll clam up faster than an unpaid snout.” Gene strode back into CID, Ray close on his heels. “And now we know when and where to find his brother anyhow. You and Skelton start organizing a welcoming committee to greet genius Jerry soon as he hits our shores.”
“What, like contact the Liverpool plod?” Ray stood in the center of the bullpen as Gene entered his office, returning seconds later with his coat.
“That’s exactly what. It’s your operation now, Inspector.” Gene flung on his coat. “Don’t disappoint me.”
“Where’re you headed?” Ray asked, only slightly worried.
“Lunch. Questioning defecting dunderheads always works up an appetite.” Gene pat his stomach for emphasis and swept out the doors.
Ray rested his hands on his hips and slowly looked round the room. “So, uhm, Chris. You or Cartwright know the number for the station in Liverpool?”
*
“And I told Bert I didn’t want to sleep with the lights on and he said he had to or the monsters would get him and I told him there were no such things as monsters but he doesn’t believe me so I told Mr. Merrick that I can’t sleep with the light on but he said Bert only thinks the monsters come out on Thursdays when it’s dark so if I could be a big lad and let Bert keep the light on Thursdays I could get a new pack of crayons which is good because mine are almost gone and the yellow one broke and I really like yellow but now it’s really hard to use. Are you going to eat that?”
Sammy smiled when Gene handed him the pink wafer because he knew Gene really liked the pink wafers so it was awfully nice of him to let him have it. Before he ate it he saw how sad Gene looked and felt bad for having taken his wafer, so he broke it in half and handed Gene the bigger portion.
“We can share it.”
Gene smiled at that and said thank you very politely but he still looked sad and Sammy didn’t know what he could do to make him happy again. “I drew you another picture.”
“Yeah?” That seemed to cheer him up.
“Yeah! It was...” Sammy looked around him. “It was here. I had it here.” He looked under his chair, on the floor, and around the table but he didn’t see it anywhere. He had to find it. If he didn’t Gene would be sad again. “It was here. I laid it here! I know I did.” Sammy stood up and started looking around the room. “I left it here. Someone took it. It was mine and someone took it!” Sammy was so upset. He didn’t mind sharing but he hated it when people took things that didn’t belong to them without asking. That was stealing. That was wrong.
“It’s okay Sam. We’ll find it.” Gene stood up and came over to help him but Sammy was still upset. He was even having trouble breathing he was so upset.
“Here...it was...here!”
“Calm down, Sam. It’s here. I’m sure of it.” Gene stopped looking and gently wrapped his arms around Sammy and pulled him close. Sammy didn’t want to cry in front of Gene but he was very upset and couldn’t help it.
“I have to find it,” he sobbed. “ ‘S mine. ‘S for you.”
Gene rubbed his hands up and down Sammy’s back just like his mum would when he started to cry. “Calm down, Sammy-boy. We’ll find it you and me. We make a good team, yeah?”
Sammy nodded his head against Gene’s chest and let Gene hold him til he wasn’t so upset anymore.
“There. Is that it?” Gene pointed and Sammy turned his head to see a piece of paper that had fallen underneath a nearby table. Gene let him go and Sammy wiped his eyes and his nose and went to get the paper, immediately cheering up when he saw that it was in fact his drawing. He grabbed it and ran back over to Gene.
Gene smiled and took the paper, admiring Sam’s handiwork. “Is that the station?”
“Yeah! There’s you and Annie’s over here. She’s a girl but girls can be policemen, too. And there’s Chris. He has a football, see? He likes football. And that’s...that’s, uhm...”
“Ray?” Gene helped, smirking at the stick figure clearly drawn sleeping at his desk.
“Yeah.”
“And where are you?”
Sammy looked down sadly at his feet. “ ‘M not there. Only policemen and bad men belong at a police station. I don’t belong there.”
This seemed to make Gene very sad and Sammy wished he hadn’t said it at all. Now he didn’t have another drawing to make Gene happy and Gene was going to leave and he messed up everything again. He shuffled away to the table and pouted over the rest of his lunch. Gene followed then crouched beside him. “I have to go back to work now, Sam. I have some very bad men I need to catch, okay?”
Sammy nodded sullenly. He knew Gene was going to leave. He knew it. It was all his fault.
“Can I take this with me?”
“ ‘S yours,” Sammy shrugged and picked at his carrots.
“I’ll come back and see you tomorrow, alright?”
Sammy nodded again. He knew Gene might forget about him tomorrow.
“Would you like some other people to visit, too?”
Sammy shrugged. He didn’t know anyone else that would want to see him.
“Maybe I’ll bring someone with me then. Would that be alright?”
“Yeah,” he whispered.
“It’s settled then.” Gene stood up and Sammy could tell he was only pretending to be happy. His mum did that a lot. “You be a big lad and protect Bert from those monsters, okay?”
“There’s no such thing as monsters,” Sam sighed and the way he said it made Gene smile, but only briefly.
“There are if you believe in them.” He pat Sammy on the shoulder and walked out the door without looking back.
Gene exhaled deeply and leaned against the wall outside of the activity room. He ran his free hand over his face, the other still clutching tightly to Sam’s new drawing. “He’s getting worse.”
Dr. Merrick read over notes on his clipboard as he stopped in front of Gene. “It’s only been a day, Mr. Hunt.”
“And I’m telling you he’s worse. I know Tyler. I’ve been dealing with him a lot longer than you.”
“And I’ve been dealing with mental illness longer than you, Mr. Hunt. We need to give it some time.”
Gene pushed away from the wall and paced in a circled before stopping in front of the door window. “Well I’m pretty sure he hasn’t got much of that left,” he stated with certainty and both DCI and doctor watched an eerily still Sam stare blankly into space.
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Part 79