Sam Tyler set his pen down and sighed. He was never going to get any work done with Gene glowering at him like he was the reason his brand new puppy had just gotten run over.
Or, in this case, like his brand new utterly gorgeous and ridiculously expensive car now had a Sam shaped dent in it and three bullet holes. His face fell into his hands and he tapped idly against his skull. There really wasnt anything left to do about the situation. Hed tried apologizing. Hed tried offering to pay to have it fixed. Hed tried being reasonable about the situation, after all it was either the car or a dead DI. He'd also immediately tried anger, punching, and screaming obscenities. Hell, he'd have offered to blow Gene if he thought it would do him any good.
He cast his gaze surreptitiously over towards Genes office and could see him gazing hatefully back.
"Damn it Gene!" He shouted as he threw his hands down to his desk.
Gene said nothing. Instead simply taking a meaningful drink with whatever hed decided to intoxicate himself with today, and continued his silent glare. It was worse than being thrown against a brick wall and being backhanded, Sam thought. Which, of course, Gene had already seen fit to administer earlier in the day.
Sam breathed deeply, closed his eyes and tried to ignore the sounds of twenty first century medical equipment.
"Chris, I will be going out to eat lunch now. If Gene decides he would like to discuss this situation like civilized men, please be sure to have Phyllis call me on the radio. If, however, he would like to continue with the Neanderthal methods of intimidation and ridiculously outrageous aggressive body language, then I will be out questioning people about..... Things." Sam stated calmly as he rose from his seat and pulled his jacket on. Chris gaped at him in mild incomprehension.
"Uhh.. Sure boss."
"Thank you Chris."
Authors Note:
EDIT! Okay, I totally fixed the issues that came after reformatting.
also, my cat is creeping me the fuck out... She's just....... staring at me.....
