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lady_bols ([personal profile] lady_bols) wrote2012-06-18 02:59 pm
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[oom] 3x07 (iv)

Whenever Alex needs a moment to gather her thoughts, she writes.  Usually, her notes are disjointed, a noun here, a verb there.  Names, places, emotions.  She prefers to use the tape to keep her journal.  It's easier when she thinks she's talking to someone else. (Molly.  Where is Molly now?  Where is Gene?)

He's down there with his team, but she knows he'll be coming up those stairs soon.  She's left her shoes on, tidied up the place a bit, actually made the bed for once.  Not that she's slept in it for months.  

She feels him before she hears the knock at the door.  Like a change in the air just before a summer storm, or that sensation you get when know someone else is in the room even if you can't see them.  He has a presence about him.  Always has.  

She puts her notebook away in the bookshelf, and crosses the living room to her front door.  For some reason, she checks the peephole at the door, even though she already knows who it is.  She's not sure why, but the butterflies in her stomach feel more like fear than anticipation.
the_gene_genie: (Ashes 3x07 - Grieving)

[personal profile] the_gene_genie 2012-06-18 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Gene looks forward, and bites the inside of his bottom lip. Has another drink.

‘Yeah. Yeah he was.’

Sam made him the copper he is now, if he’s honest. Which he has been.

‘You said you knew him. The day we met.’

He glances at her, and half-smirks.

‘It still explains a lot.’
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[personal profile] the_gene_genie 2012-06-18 10:42 pm (UTC)(link)
‘Both mad as a box of frogs.’

She’s attractive when she’s unsure of herself. Hell, she’s attractive when she’s breathing. He'd love to kiss her right now.

‘Both like putting me in my place. Or, tryin’ to. Both annoying as arse.’
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the_gene_genie: (Ashes 3x07 - Will We Bols?)

[personal profile] the_gene_genie 2012-06-18 10:44 pm (UTC)(link)
All about me? I seriously doubt it.’

No hiding the edge of flirtatiousness in that. There are some things Sammy Tyler wouldn’t have a damn clue about.

‘And he couldn’t have told you that much. Me an’ him were mates. You bloody hated me at first.’

Unless Sam only told her the worst of him, which is possible, but not that likely. Fair-minded, was Tyler. Most of the time.
the_gene_genie: (Ashes - Smile)

[personal profile] the_gene_genie 2012-06-18 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)
A frown passes across his forehead. The time? Police culture being different?

Not going there. It would only prove his comment about her being mental, and he really doesn’t want this to descend into weirdness. He’s had enough of bloody weird.

‘Thanks a lot. I’ve been trying to scrub that mental image for ten years.’

He smiles, and gets up for another drink.

‘He learned a thing or two that day. With only a touch of bad grace, I’ll give him that.’
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[personal profile] the_gene_genie 2012-06-18 10:49 pm (UTC)(link)
His hand stills around a bottle in the fridge. He doesn’t look at her.

‘I know.’

A muscle twitches in his cheek. He picks the drink up, and cracks it open. This is veering back towards uncomfortable, if not there already.

‘You don’ have to tell me about me and Sam. I know.’

He says it softly. There’s no anger. But he doesn’t need outside validation on that friendship.

‘Just like no one would need to tell me about me an’ you.’
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[personal profile] the_gene_genie 2012-06-18 10:50 pm (UTC)(link)
He thinks it probably wasn’t entirely accurate. He needs her to tell him about the two of them, at least at this stage in things. But he smiles a bit to himself as well. This is going to be OK.

‘Be there in a sec.’

By the time he comes out of the bathroom, he brings another beer. Alcohol is definitely helping. He might manage to make a move on her if he keeps this up.

Sprawling back on the sofa feels better this time.

‘I hope he told you about the time we walked into a crime boss’s den to find him sucking off a rent boy.’

Because that was funny.
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[personal profile] the_gene_genie 2012-06-18 10:52 pm (UTC)(link)

OK, probably not appropriate date conversation. If this is still being classed as a date. He shrugs a shoulder with a smile, and lets it drop.
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[personal profile] the_gene_genie 2012-06-18 10:55 pm (UTC)(link)
He snorts a dry laugh.

‘That was the first time he acted like a human being. I caught him smiling after it.’

Kim bloody Trent.

‘This twat arranged to meet his pals at the baths. We got a tip-off, so went to wait for him. You can’t hang around the side of a pool in a suit, obviously, so we played the part. Trent clocked me, took off - we had t’chase the bastard half the length of the canal before we got him.’

That was another fun morning. The smile dies a little bit though.

‘He ended up shooting one of our lasses. But we got him bang to rights in the end. I saved Tyler’s arse with a well-timed intervention, if I do say so meself.’

The smugness is mostly feigned, and only faint anyway. But this is the first time he’s been able to talk about Sam in three years, and it feels good. Sad, but good.
the_gene_genie: (Ashes 3x07 - Couch/Hair)

[personal profile] the_gene_genie 2012-06-18 10:57 pm (UTC)(link)
He takes care of it. If there’s one thing Gene Hunt can always be relied on for, it’s to refill an empty glass.

‘Well, it would, wouldn’ it?’

Manchester. God’s Own Country. Nothing at all like here, and isn’t that a bloody shame? He looks forward again, puts his feet back on the table, toys idly with his hair. It feels wrong, somehow, to go into detail about home. Like he’s in London now, and should only talk about Fenchurch. The thought pulls him back into himself. And then, the situation they’re in.

And tonight. How - if - they’re going to move from semi-comfortable chatting to...more.
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[personal profile] the_gene_genie 2012-06-18 10:59 pm (UTC)(link)
The weight in his chest had lifted a bit there. Now it’s back. A man has to move on. Can’t live in the past, though he does his best at times. He’s silent a long moment, thinking of all the things that have happened. Will still happen. There’s no point pretending they won’t, at least to himself.

‘So, Fenchurch East lives to fight another day.’

Publicly, he has to put a brave face on. He’s the Guv.
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[personal profile] the_gene_genie 2012-06-18 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)
He breathes in, acknowledging it. Lets his hand drop away from his head so he looks comfortable.

‘Chris stepped up to the mark. Wasn’t sure he had it in him.’

He’d had to push it though. It was for his own good.
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[personal profile] the_gene_genie 2012-06-18 11:05 pm (UTC)(link)
He looks down at the bottle in his hand, watching his thumb brush over the label. He lets her words settle over him, and can’t help a twist of his mouth. He wishes he could believe it.

So he looks over at her, right in the eye. His tone is openly plaintive when he asks,

‘Will we, Bols?’
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[personal profile] the_gene_genie 2012-06-18 11:08 pm (UTC)(link)
That wasn’t what he was expecting her to say. He pauses to make sure he heard her right. And then;

‘No! Gene Hunt does not dance.'

He sits around and drinks. If she needs a demonstration of that fact, he’s doing it right now.

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