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[as per his 'deal' with Ainley!Master, Gene has begun his investigation into where his ~~lover~~ ~~arch-nemesis~~ arch-lover acquired his new bling. being that Gene is Gene, he begins his search where he figures he'll find the most information -- Sam's desk. which includes fiddling around with his glasses and possibly downloading porn (by accident, of course!), before rifling through the papers inside his DI's desk. and what's this~? Hyde 2612? the Guv is, of course, none too happy to see 'Hyde' references in Sam's stuff, but he pockets it anyway and keeps going about looking like the snoop he is]

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Your point?

Oh, none, I suppose. [shoves his hands into his pockets and ventures a bit closer] What are you doing, then?

[gives him a 'don't come any closer or I'll bosh your skull in' kind of look] I've been fancying some crumpets and figured Gladys here might have some stored away. What does it look like I'm doing you bloody git?

[not pouting, nope] Well, if I had to guess, I'd say you were looking for something that you're not entirely sure you can ask Sam about or you don't want to play interrogate. Asking his desk would be easier. [the Doctor secretly agrees asking Sam's desk might be faster] Anything I'd know about?

Or maybe I just don't feel like waiting for the bloke to get here to ask. 'sides, he's my DI. I can look through his things whenever I want. [Guv not-so-secretly thinks you're insane] I don't need your help.

But you live in his reality. Can't be that hard to find him. Lay out a trail of paperwork! [the Doctor wonders why] Well then, if I weren't me, would I be able to help?

So you can find your little psycho bitch all the time then, I take it? [Gene isn't surprised] And no, you couldn't then, either.

Actually, Time Lords can sense each other. Although there are ways of hiding one's mind. [suuuuulks] Oi, c'mon.

[yeah, this is him not caring. about either point] I said no.

[makes a face] Oh, well, all right. [except not. 'cause now he's going to hover around annoyingly. HE WANTS TO HELP YOU, GENE.]

[does his best to ignore the Time Lord while rummaging about but it's actually quite annoying and it gets to him] What the bloody hell do you want?

[scratches his ear] To help.

And I all ready said no.

[cheerfully] That you did!

So why the hell aren't you listening?

Could be problems with authority. More likely just my usual drive to help. I think you could use some.

And I think I don't need any. Now stop being a pain in my arse and go away.

Nope, can't, sorry.

Any particular reason why?

[sighs] Because I want to help you.

Can you ever not stick your nose in someone else's business?

Not really, no. 900 years and still doing well on it.

Did it ever occur to you that's not something to be proud of?

[mildly] Kettle, pot. Pot, kettle.

Was that supposed to mean?