The New Guy - Part Two
Title: The New Guy, Part Two
Author: mikes_grrl
Rating: Brown Cortina (NC-17)
Warnings: Hmmm, I don’t think there are any spoilers, but I suppose by default it is post 2.08.
Disclaimer: All owned by Kudos, kudos to them. I’m just having fun.
Word Count: 7,800 (in three parts, part two: 1,700)
Summary: Beauty arrives in the form of one DC Ryan Miller. Now who’s jealous?
NOTES for Part Two: A shorter chapter, but I'm still wrestling a bit with the final part so I did not want to delay forever. Of course you may not be happy about that...
This was started in answer to a plot bunny from the fiandyfic's Anonymous Porn Fest (‘An absolutely bloody gorgeous cop arrives at A Division. He wants DI Tyler big time and Sam seems like he might be interested too. Gene's wanted Sam for ages but never dared make a move. So what does he do now?’).
Background (link goes to my LJ):
Part One
The New Guy, Part Two
Miller entirely fucked up. He was theoretically assisting Annie doing door-to-door interviews concerning a recent spate of muggings, but he told her he was hungry and tired and had a blister so she said she was fine on her own, he could just head on. Then she was mugged, and while she put up a hell of fight and broke the mugger’s arm, it should not have happened to begin with. They were working together and what Miller did was irresponsible. Sam let him know this in the waiting room of the hospital where Annie was getting stitches and the suspect was having his arm set. Sam spoke in hushed, furious words, glaring at him, stopping short of threatening to hang him out the widow by his balls. He was going to leave that particular threat for Gene to use.
Gene walked in and first began yelling at anyone in white, demanding to know Annie’s condition and ignoring Sam as he pushed hospital staff around. Miller stood against the wall, at least looking ashamed, and Sam decided that with a good dressing down by Gene followed by some serious nit-picky supervision by himself, the kid might actually learn something from this.
When Gene was placated by three different doctors that Annie was mostly bruised and scraped but otherwise unharmed, Sam explained exactly what happened and braced himself for the onslaught.
“Not smart.” Gene said, standing toe to toe with Miller, who looked up at him meekly. Gene was frowning and oozing displeasure and Miller was suitably impressed, but Sam was appalled. This was Gene going soft, letting the boy off easy, when he deserved to be threatened with demotion at the very least.
“Yer part of a team, Miller. Act like it, ‘fore you do sommat neither one of us will be happy about.” Gene snarled and it was imposing, but then he turned and walked out.
Sam dithered, wanting to throw both men out the window to hang by their balls, but by the time he recovered his senses Miller was smiling at him, embarrassed.
“Guess I fucked up, yeah?”
“Oh, you have NO idea.” Sam snarled and Miller stepped back in surprise. Sam shot him a final look before running out after Gene. He caught up to him and they walked silently out to the Cortina.
“What?” Gene snapped, leaning against the car and pulling out a cigarette. Sam stared at him, almost beyond words. Gene was so enthralled with Miller that there was almost no argument to it, and Sam really did not know what to say, other than the obvious.
“You let him off easy.”
“He’s a kid.” Gene refused to look at him.
Sam drew back and crossed his arms. “Are you so FUCKING BLIND that you can’t see what’s going on?” He yelled and Gene looked at him in surprise. “NO! You’re not blind! You jus’ don’t look much anymore, do you? DO YOU? The whole damn building could fall down and you’d…”
Gene stepped forward and hit him in the gut. It was a very light punch and barely winded Sam, but it was effective, and Sam clutched himself. Gene leaned over him.
“Not so much as what you’d let him do you to you, yeah? You goddamn hypocrite, takin’ it up the arse and playin’ like you give a fuck about anyone but yerself. You prance around that boy like his harem girl and I’m sure he’s worth it, princess, but that don’ give you the right to tell me how to run my team. It was runnin’ jus’ fine until you started spreadin’ your legs for that tart so DON’T tell me what I don’t see! I see it! But you’re in the fuckin’ way.” Gene pushed and Sam fell down in shock, staring up at Gene in confusion and worry. Gene’s accusation did not quite make sense but nothing was making sense, other than the raging anger Gene was pouring into him.
Sam realized that Gene wanted Miller so badly he was willing to destroy CID to get him, because somehow, he thought Sam was barring the way. Sam continued to sit on the ground as Gene drove off, knowing that he had to get out of Gene’s path or the whole of CID might come apart. Sam decided to put in for a transfer as soon as a position opened up.
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Gene intended to ream the little fuck a new arse hole as soon as he saw him. When he walked in to the waiting room, though, Sam was standing there smug as a bug and the kid was looking downright mortified and Gene felt superfluous. Miller was a bad influence in CID, perhaps not purposefully but the effect was the same, and he was under Sam’s wing so Gene could not take the matter in hand as long as those two were at it. He gave Miller a tepid shake down and left him to Sam, who might do something with him, but certainly did not need Gene to do it, and Gene did not want to be around those two love birds more than he absolutely had to be.
Sam’s attack by the car was a surprise, and at first Gene thought he was getting on him for yelling at the kid at all. But no, Sam was mad because he let him off easy. There was no way Gene could win this; certainly no way he could win Sam back from that perfect piece of ass, and no way Gene could right everything going wrong with his team as long as those two were in a clutch. His deputy had turned on him and even if Sam thought Miller needed a bruising, Gene was not his lap-dog enforcer there to keep Sam’s own boy in line. No.
Gene almost wished he could put in for a transfer. He sat at a stop sign for five minutes with that thought in his head, until someone honked behind him, because Gene realized for the first time in his life that he could put in for a transfer, or a new job, or anything he wanted. His marriage was officially over, Sam did not need nor want him and was already training his own replacement DI, and the Met in London was always, always begging for new blood.
Gene drove well below the speed limit all the way back to headquarters, and then sat in his car for another thirty minutes in the parking lot, smoking.
Transfer. Start over. And get over Sam.
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The place was a wreck. Not that it was not a junked up time-warp heap of paperwork, carbon copies, and ash trays on any normal day, but now CID was lead-heavy with political machinations and distrust and unhappiness. Sam shut out Miller but no one cared what Sam did, because it was all too far out of whack now.
Sam sat staring at the paper in his hands as the place emptied out for the day, and wondered how differently it would have all gone if he had just once let Gene know, somehow, that he was not interested in Miller. That Gene could take whatever he wanted, even if that was not Sam, as long as they worked together for the sake of the team. Maybe if he had flirted less, or maybe if just once in the past year-plus before Miller ever showed up he had grabbed Gene’s ass or something to lay a claim, maybe…all second guessing, though, and Sam hating nothing more than second guessing himself.
When the office was empty, Sam got up and placed his transfer request on Gene’s desk, then left to go back to his flat and drink himself into oblivion. Tomorrow was going to be hell and he did not want to show up for it sober.
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Gene sat staring at the transfer request. It was insane, no, Sam was insane, but he knew that. As he glared malevolently at the piece of paper, Gene tried to wrap his mind around the reason for this, which certainly was not spelled out clearly in the request itself. Sam had Miller and was a sure shot to own CID the minute Gene was gone, so what the hell was this?
What Gene tried not to think about was the way his gut was twisting at the thought of Sam leaving. Leaving him, although it was impossible for Sam to leave behind something that never was. He shoved that aside and looked up out the windows to the bullpen.
The place was a wreck. It looked the same, but the interactions between everyone were stilted and out of step. People worshipped Miller but did not like him, Sam was ignoring everybody, Ray was feeling left out, Chris the poor div was more confused than usual, and even Annie was wound up and glancing over at Gene’s office every five seconds. And the DCI was…? MIA. He backed out of leading his team the minute Miller showed up, and he knew it. The team was wrecked and Gene let it happen because Sam wanted someone else. Stupid. This was Gene at his most stupid, he knew it, and he cringed at the self awareness. Sam probably wanted out because he was tired of trying to clean up after Gene, and no doubt the clever little bastard intended to take Miller with him somehow. That was beside the point, in any case. All of that crap was beside the point, because there was more at stake than either man’s pride, and if they did not come to an accord soon, CID was going to self-destruct under the weight of Gene’s own childish jealousy and the new guy’s corrupting charm.
Gene was going to refuse the transfer. He was going to corner Sam about this mess. He was going to straighten out CID, fixing Miller with a dog collar if need be. Then he, Gene Hunt, was going to bow the hell out and leave Manchester for good.
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PART THREE
Author: mikes_grrl
Rating: Brown Cortina (NC-17)
Warnings: Hmmm, I don’t think there are any spoilers, but I suppose by default it is post 2.08.
Disclaimer: All owned by Kudos, kudos to them. I’m just having fun.
Word Count: 7,800 (in three parts, part two: 1,700)
Summary: Beauty arrives in the form of one DC Ryan Miller. Now who’s jealous?
NOTES for Part Two: A shorter chapter, but I'm still wrestling a bit with the final part so I did not want to delay forever. Of course you may not be happy about that...
This was started in answer to a plot bunny from the fiandyfic's Anonymous Porn Fest (‘An absolutely bloody gorgeous cop arrives at A Division. He wants DI Tyler big time and Sam seems like he might be interested too. Gene's wanted Sam for ages but never dared make a move. So what does he do now?’).
Background (link goes to my LJ):
Part One
The New Guy, Part Two
Miller entirely fucked up. He was theoretically assisting Annie doing door-to-door interviews concerning a recent spate of muggings, but he told her he was hungry and tired and had a blister so she said she was fine on her own, he could just head on. Then she was mugged, and while she put up a hell of fight and broke the mugger’s arm, it should not have happened to begin with. They were working together and what Miller did was irresponsible. Sam let him know this in the waiting room of the hospital where Annie was getting stitches and the suspect was having his arm set. Sam spoke in hushed, furious words, glaring at him, stopping short of threatening to hang him out the widow by his balls. He was going to leave that particular threat for Gene to use.
Gene walked in and first began yelling at anyone in white, demanding to know Annie’s condition and ignoring Sam as he pushed hospital staff around. Miller stood against the wall, at least looking ashamed, and Sam decided that with a good dressing down by Gene followed by some serious nit-picky supervision by himself, the kid might actually learn something from this.
When Gene was placated by three different doctors that Annie was mostly bruised and scraped but otherwise unharmed, Sam explained exactly what happened and braced himself for the onslaught.
“Not smart.” Gene said, standing toe to toe with Miller, who looked up at him meekly. Gene was frowning and oozing displeasure and Miller was suitably impressed, but Sam was appalled. This was Gene going soft, letting the boy off easy, when he deserved to be threatened with demotion at the very least.
“Yer part of a team, Miller. Act like it, ‘fore you do sommat neither one of us will be happy about.” Gene snarled and it was imposing, but then he turned and walked out.
Sam dithered, wanting to throw both men out the window to hang by their balls, but by the time he recovered his senses Miller was smiling at him, embarrassed.
“Guess I fucked up, yeah?”
“Oh, you have NO idea.” Sam snarled and Miller stepped back in surprise. Sam shot him a final look before running out after Gene. He caught up to him and they walked silently out to the Cortina.
“What?” Gene snapped, leaning against the car and pulling out a cigarette. Sam stared at him, almost beyond words. Gene was so enthralled with Miller that there was almost no argument to it, and Sam really did not know what to say, other than the obvious.
“You let him off easy.”
“He’s a kid.” Gene refused to look at him.
Sam drew back and crossed his arms. “Are you so FUCKING BLIND that you can’t see what’s going on?” He yelled and Gene looked at him in surprise. “NO! You’re not blind! You jus’ don’t look much anymore, do you? DO YOU? The whole damn building could fall down and you’d…”
Gene stepped forward and hit him in the gut. It was a very light punch and barely winded Sam, but it was effective, and Sam clutched himself. Gene leaned over him.
“Not so much as what you’d let him do you to you, yeah? You goddamn hypocrite, takin’ it up the arse and playin’ like you give a fuck about anyone but yerself. You prance around that boy like his harem girl and I’m sure he’s worth it, princess, but that don’ give you the right to tell me how to run my team. It was runnin’ jus’ fine until you started spreadin’ your legs for that tart so DON’T tell me what I don’t see! I see it! But you’re in the fuckin’ way.” Gene pushed and Sam fell down in shock, staring up at Gene in confusion and worry. Gene’s accusation did not quite make sense but nothing was making sense, other than the raging anger Gene was pouring into him.
Sam realized that Gene wanted Miller so badly he was willing to destroy CID to get him, because somehow, he thought Sam was barring the way. Sam continued to sit on the ground as Gene drove off, knowing that he had to get out of Gene’s path or the whole of CID might come apart. Sam decided to put in for a transfer as soon as a position opened up.
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Gene intended to ream the little fuck a new arse hole as soon as he saw him. When he walked in to the waiting room, though, Sam was standing there smug as a bug and the kid was looking downright mortified and Gene felt superfluous. Miller was a bad influence in CID, perhaps not purposefully but the effect was the same, and he was under Sam’s wing so Gene could not take the matter in hand as long as those two were at it. He gave Miller a tepid shake down and left him to Sam, who might do something with him, but certainly did not need Gene to do it, and Gene did not want to be around those two love birds more than he absolutely had to be.
Sam’s attack by the car was a surprise, and at first Gene thought he was getting on him for yelling at the kid at all. But no, Sam was mad because he let him off easy. There was no way Gene could win this; certainly no way he could win Sam back from that perfect piece of ass, and no way Gene could right everything going wrong with his team as long as those two were in a clutch. His deputy had turned on him and even if Sam thought Miller needed a bruising, Gene was not his lap-dog enforcer there to keep Sam’s own boy in line. No.
Gene almost wished he could put in for a transfer. He sat at a stop sign for five minutes with that thought in his head, until someone honked behind him, because Gene realized for the first time in his life that he could put in for a transfer, or a new job, or anything he wanted. His marriage was officially over, Sam did not need nor want him and was already training his own replacement DI, and the Met in London was always, always begging for new blood.
Gene drove well below the speed limit all the way back to headquarters, and then sat in his car for another thirty minutes in the parking lot, smoking.
Transfer. Start over. And get over Sam.
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The place was a wreck. Not that it was not a junked up time-warp heap of paperwork, carbon copies, and ash trays on any normal day, but now CID was lead-heavy with political machinations and distrust and unhappiness. Sam shut out Miller but no one cared what Sam did, because it was all too far out of whack now.
Sam sat staring at the paper in his hands as the place emptied out for the day, and wondered how differently it would have all gone if he had just once let Gene know, somehow, that he was not interested in Miller. That Gene could take whatever he wanted, even if that was not Sam, as long as they worked together for the sake of the team. Maybe if he had flirted less, or maybe if just once in the past year-plus before Miller ever showed up he had grabbed Gene’s ass or something to lay a claim, maybe…all second guessing, though, and Sam hating nothing more than second guessing himself.
When the office was empty, Sam got up and placed his transfer request on Gene’s desk, then left to go back to his flat and drink himself into oblivion. Tomorrow was going to be hell and he did not want to show up for it sober.
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Gene sat staring at the transfer request. It was insane, no, Sam was insane, but he knew that. As he glared malevolently at the piece of paper, Gene tried to wrap his mind around the reason for this, which certainly was not spelled out clearly in the request itself. Sam had Miller and was a sure shot to own CID the minute Gene was gone, so what the hell was this?
What Gene tried not to think about was the way his gut was twisting at the thought of Sam leaving. Leaving him, although it was impossible for Sam to leave behind something that never was. He shoved that aside and looked up out the windows to the bullpen.
The place was a wreck. It looked the same, but the interactions between everyone were stilted and out of step. People worshipped Miller but did not like him, Sam was ignoring everybody, Ray was feeling left out, Chris the poor div was more confused than usual, and even Annie was wound up and glancing over at Gene’s office every five seconds. And the DCI was…? MIA. He backed out of leading his team the minute Miller showed up, and he knew it. The team was wrecked and Gene let it happen because Sam wanted someone else. Stupid. This was Gene at his most stupid, he knew it, and he cringed at the self awareness. Sam probably wanted out because he was tired of trying to clean up after Gene, and no doubt the clever little bastard intended to take Miller with him somehow. That was beside the point, in any case. All of that crap was beside the point, because there was more at stake than either man’s pride, and if they did not come to an accord soon, CID was going to self-destruct under the weight of Gene’s own childish jealousy and the new guy’s corrupting charm.
Gene was going to refuse the transfer. He was going to corner Sam about this mess. He was going to straighten out CID, fixing Miller with a dog collar if need be. Then he, Gene Hunt, was going to bow the hell out and leave Manchester for good.
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PART THREE