Sam blinks his way out of an uncharacteristically untroubled sleep to the sound of the static on his television.  He blinks at it through the lingering scraps of sleep that cloud his vision, then rolls out of bed, grumbling, to switch the set off.   It takes him a moment or two to remember the events of the night before, and when he finally does, ( Read more... )

'You're buying me a drink.'  DCI Hunt had told him curtly.  'Tomorrow.'

Sam hadn't bothered to ask why; it wasn't as if it was important enough to needle the man about, anyway, and certainly he'd find out when he bought the Guv his drink anyway.  Like as not it was some stupid attempt to get him out of the station so he wouldn't 'get in the way' of ( Read more... )

There is the creak of  a door opening, then a dull click as it shuts again.  The faint squeak of leather, and the sound of footsteps making their way across the floor.   The complaining squeak of bedsprings as someone flops heavily down, exhaling loudly.  Sam speaks, sounding tired and worn

Bloody hell...

Silence, and a few more creaks from the bed ( Read more... )