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[Suffering severe trauma leads to taking an holiday. Taking an holiday leads to intense boredom. And intense boredom leads to ~~the Dark Side~~ Sam Tyler in a waist apron]

Fumie, we're having pasta alla carbonara tonight.

And, uh, if anyone else is hungry... I have a lot of spare time right now. [muttered] Can't believe the satellite and the internet went out at the same time...

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[stabs a knife into the chicken, checking to see if it's ready, then sets the knife aside and turns around to look at the Guv, raising an eyebrow]

[osbgousgbousg] Are you gonna bloody well say something or am I just talking to myself? I don't much fancy lookin' like you, Dorothy.

[puts the chicken on a plate for Gene, with appropriate sidedish, and sets it in front of the Guv, then sits down across from him and leans back]

How are you dealing with the guilt?

The hell kind of question is that, Gladys?

The kind that deserves an honest answer. [takes a drink from his whisky, not taking his eyes off of Gene]

[doesn't answer for a very long time, just...watching Sam, before finally getting up, glass in hand, and wandering to the window, back to his DI] The only way I know how, Tyler. [takes a drink]

Is it better or worse without me there?

[he reeeeally doesn't want to answer that one, Sam] CID can't function without it's DI, not properly.

Gene.

[loooooooong pause] I've killed plenty of blokes in my day, Tyler. Scum who're better off under the streets than on 'em. It was my job, and I was good at it. But I can't bloody well do my job when the bloke I'm holding a gun at looks like you, now can I?

[sets his glass down and stands, walking up behind Gene and stopping just a bit to his right, just a bit behind him, the proper place for a deputy to stand. He's not entirely sure what to say, so he takes a step forwards, shoulder barely brushing against Gene's]

[doesn't move when he senses Sam approach, eyes on the window, glass in hand, but eventually finishes off his whisky, grunting quietly] You still being a nancy poofter about the whole thing?

[lets out a soft, short laugh] I'm wearing an apron and making chicken tandoori. Take a guess.

Speaking of, your chicken is getting cold.

[smirks] Good point. [goes back to his food and sits down, taking a bite. and gives Sam a nod to let him know, hey, it's good] It easier for you away from the office?

[takes his seat across from Gene, considering the question as he spins the glass in his hands]

It...

It's not easy, not being there. But I was pushing myself too hard by trying.

And you think being here is gonna help? Think me bein' here is helping? I can't have CID stay like this forever, Tyler, and I need to know when you're coming back.

[looks up at him, his expression hard, and as he lets go of the glass his hand slams on the table]

Guv. Don't.

[gives him a hard look right back, then runs a hand through his hair] Look. Maybe this was a bad idea.

Don't be stupid. Alcohol and bickering? We're making progress! Status quo ante, here we come.

And how am I supposed to know you aren't just lying to cover your own arse, same as you were when you were pushing yourself too hard?

Trust me, Guv. I've learned my lesson about that. If it's too much, I'll let you know.

[pours some more whisky and then slams it down, then looks over at Gene]

Hey, want to go out somewhere tonight?

You better. [watches him, taking a drink himself, then quirks a brow] Are you asking me out on a date, Gladys?

[snorts] I like my jaw where it is, thank you very much.

[can't help it and laughs, too] Pub okay, or you lookin' for a change in scenery?

Actually, I would like something new. Don't suppose we have any good clubs not run by crime lords?