Life On Mars: 3x01
He stared up at the ceiling of his room, the smell of the party seven was still soaked into his clothes. The television set was buzzing in the corner. He still left it on. Just in case there was another message. It had been a week since the last one, but he still listened out. But there was nothing…just the crackling of the screen. He lay their for several more hours, thinking about his decision. His mind wandered to those he had around him, Annie, The Guv, Chris and even Ray but then it wandered to those he had left behind, his mother, his colleagues…..Maya. His thoughts were interrupted by the loud ringing of the phone. He slowly lifted his head from the pillow, rubbing his eyes he looked at his clock. 7.45.
He lifted up the receiver groggily and spoke "Hello?"
"Boss!" said the voice on the other end of the phone.
"Yes Chris?" said Sam in a half asleep tone
"If think you better come down to the station Boss, there's been an….Incident" He said, in his nervous way
"What sort of an Incident?" He enquired.
"Well…its sort of" he mumbled, before being interrupted by the deep voice of Gene Hunt.
"Is that Tyler….give me that phone you daft plonk. Tyler is that you?"
"Yes Guv!" He replied
"You better get your dozy arse down here, within the next five minutes or I might decide to decorate what's left of my office with the inside of your head" he grunted before hanging up the phone, leaving Sam listening to the dial tone.
Sam swung open the large doors of C.I.D, inside was pandemonium. Desks were either smashed up or thrown aside. The filing cabinets had every door open and the papers were thrown around the room. Gene Hunt was leaning against a pillar smoking while Chris crouched down behind an overturned desk. Over the top of the desk he could see the hair of Phyllis Dobbs.
"Blimey Tyler, you took your time didn't you?" called Gene, relighting the cigarette in his hands.
"What the hell happened here?" Asked Sam.
"We invited the circus around to have a party, What does it bloody look like?" he boomed.
At that moment, the doors once again swung and in ran DS Ray Carling followed by a younger lad looking relatively scared.
"Guv, I couldn't find the doc. But this lad from St Johns was handing out leaflets in the entrance" said the heavily out of breath Ray
"St Johns! Blimey you might as well have brought a girl scout here. She's been hit over the head not been given a bad paper cut" he roared, making the young lad look even more nervous.
"Who's been hit?" asked Sam frantically.
"Have you not told him yet?" asked Ray
"Guv, she's opening her eyes" Called Chris from behind the desk
The young lad ran across to the desk, swiftly followed by Sam before being stopped by gene who stuck out his arm to grab him as he went passed.
"Don't" he said softly, a tone of voice Sam did not recognise from him.
He could see the young lad looking down at the mystery behind the desk. Sam broke free and continued to cross the room. He reached the desk and looking down he saw Chris, Phyllis and the several other crouching around the motionless body of Annie. He turned and stared straight into Gene's eyes.