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Didn't I just say? You've been through enough for now, Tyler, I'm not giving you more stuff to whine over.

I'm fine, Guv. And it's my city too, if you prattling on about where I belong is any indication. So I deserve to know.

You're not fine and anyone with half a brain can see that. [eyes him up and down, then starts pacing a bit while he talks] But fine, you wanna be the picky penny. I don't think it came from the zoo. I don't much think it came from any reality I know.

[frowns] You mean it came from someone else's reality?

Yeah, that's what I'm saying. Know any blokes who have a cheetah problem?

... Shit.

[looks away to light up, pacing some more] I've just gotta figure out a way to reverse the process, whatever the hell that is. In the meantime, you keep your nancy nose out of it, got it?

Do you remember what it was that Meredith said made us move apart? [not even bothering to respond to that bit, 'cause it's so incredibly unlikely]

I didn't much pay attention to that part seeing as I didn't want it to bloody happen, Tyler.

Because a 'what not to do' manual has never been helpful. Right, then. I'll ask the Twins when I go to work today.

And I told you to stay out of it. I'm not having you adding time to your 'employ' with that pair of ninnies for my problem.

It's not your problem, Guv. It's our problem. It's my city -- my life -- affected just as much as yours. I'm working for them for forever anyway. A day added to eternity isn't that much longer.

Edited 2008-02-28 21:18 (UTC)

I can handle this on my own, Tyler. This isn't your case; keep your nose out of it. I could care less if it's one bloody second more, you aren't asking them.

I'm not saying you can't handle it; I'm saying that I have as much right to get involved with it as you do. It is my case. And where do you get off telling me if I can ask them or not?

[ooc; 1) has Gene been like this about everything? *is writing something, so it's good to know* 2) Would Gene step Sam off any murder cases that turned up this week? 3) HI! ♥ Hope you're having a good day!]

And I'm saying you don't, as the bastard is my problem and I'll deal with him accordingly. I'm not having one of my officers putting himself in a dangerous situation when I don't need him to. And I'm telling you because I'm your bloody boss, Gladys.

[ooc: you mean beligerent toward Sam or anyone else helping him? only in particularly personal matters, since he doesn't want people to know about his problems if he can help it. *wants to know what you're writing, oh yes* 2) yes, yes he would. 3) HI~ it could be better, sadly, but I'm getting through it. *snuggles*]

It's my problem too, and I'm not having my DCI walk into danger alone.

Sorry, Gene, but when it comes to my employment under Lapis and Lazuli, you're not my boss. You're just a mate from work -- no no, you wouldn't call us 'mates,' would you? You're just a bloke from work who's nosing into my personal business.

[ooc; towards Sam, in work cases and in general *writing the lead-up to Sam taking a leave of absence. Buahahah, test card girl is fun to play with* 2) Sam is displeased! 3) *cuddles* I'm sorry.]

That's not your choice to make.

[glares at him something fierce, more than ready to make a snap at him, finger in his face] You're treading dangerous ground there, Dorothy. But you want to work for them so bad? Fine. See if I give a shit what you do anymore.

[ooc: ooo. but yeah, I think he does, at least when it's something this big/personal/effects him emotionally. though he'd eventually crack and let Sam in, so to speak. *squees and wants to reeeead* I imagine she is~ 2) that's just too bad ^-^x 3) nah, it's not a problem, not really. the day just isn't doing what it's supposed to be doing, and I'm getting rather tired of stories that involve children being injured]

Why the hell not?

[takes a step back, away from Gene] Very mature, Guv.

[ooc; Hmmm, okay. Weeeell, I'll give it to you anyway, so you can correct me if I make any inaccurate guesses. 3) More of that? I'm very sorry. ...'course, being literary-minded, I immediately think of Ivan Karamazov.]

Because I'm DCI. I'm sheriff, not you, and I make all the calls, that's why.

[snorts] You don't want to listen to me, you wanna cower and scrape at those freaks' feet? Fine. I'm done wasting my breath on a div who doesn't even have the sense to keep the hell away from someone who's more than willing to kill him without a second thought.

[ooc: I'm sure you'll do fantastic, but I won't complain about getting to reeeead it~ *squees happily* 3) well, it's different that, but yeah. head-on collision with a school bus. I don't think any of the children were badly injured, but it's just... *sighs and loves* I think I love your mind, haha]

Well, Sheriff Hunt, I'm your bloody deputy and it's my duty to aid and assist you. That doesn't mean standing by and watching; that means walking in with you, side-by-side.

I haven't been hanging around any murderers.

[ooc; Oh, god. That's... Well, it does remind me as to why I can't go into reporting. I can barely watch the news without getting depressed. *hugs* My mind is a very pleasant place~ Don't let anyone tell you otherwise]

The sheriff goes it alone sometimes, Tyler, and you're in no shape to assist me right now.

[looks like he's about to respond to that, then just shakes his head] And you're not about to start. You're off this case.

[ooc: *snuggles* nah, it's okay. I'm just tired and really want to go home but can't because the divs at the state police have yet to issue a press release that would allow me to write a half-decent story, and all my investigative work has turned up empty-handed. at any rate! I do so love your mind, and won't let anyone tell me otherwise, promise~]

[bites his lip, looking over Gene, analysing him, more than a bit frustrated]

Guv, level with me. Why?

[ooc; Alas! So you're just waiting at work for the press release?]

[and oooh, how he wants to just shrug Tyler off. but something in him says no, he owes the bloke this much, so Gene shrugs, rubbing his forehead]

I've had enough of killing the blokes who are around me when I confront that bastard, Tyler. I don't fancy burying you again. You're still recovering and more than a little unhinged. It's not safe to put you in that situation.

[ooc: preeeeetty much.]

[folds his arms, though it's really more like he's hugging himself. He frowns, and after a moment, nods]

I'm not unhinged. But... I won't go, then. Can you... Will you wait? Talk to the Doctor about fighting his hypnotism. Then we could talk to the Master together.

[ooc; *pats and juggles for entertainment* In further news, Sam confessed his undying love for Gene. As I typed it up, I went, "Hahah, you sound gay for him~" But Sam's straight enough that he doesn't care if he sounds gay. Which, really, is an impressive mark of heterosexuality, and proves the inverse homophobia law.]

[watches him carefully, pulling out a cigarette and taking a few long drags, then flicks it to the ground and crushes it beneath his boot] Tell you what. I'll give it a week. If that Doctor bloke can't help, I'm going after the bastard. Alone.

[ooc: ooo, juggling! and awwww, that's so sweet! you shall have to show me tomorrow, woman! sam's so straight he's gay?]