Trust is a fragile thing. It can be broken at any moment in a man's life. If you can't trust someone, what is there in your friendship? Nothing. They were Annie's words in a nutshell. Sam only trusted Gene at the very end. Moaning about the fact that he should do everything 'by the book' and then right at the end, that method was put to the test and broken. Gene's reaction wasn't the best one he could have hoped for. A small thankyou from the big man, but that was all. Chris and Ray were the last to snap, admitting that maybe he had murdered the two guys after all and that maybe they shouldn't trust him and maybe they should start doing their jobs properly. Sam had decided to trust his instincts and follow his heart by putting his trust back in Gene's hands. Together they solved the case and shunted DCI Frank Morgan back to Hyde. This time, though, the tables have turned.
"Oi, Tyler," came Gene's booming voice, echoing around the office like a gun shot. Sam hurried into his DCI's office like a dog begging for a treat.
"Guv," he replied nearly smiling at his attentiveness. Hunt rolled his eyes.
"Oh, whatever. Look. Have you gone through the recent notes on the case, or are you too stuck up my arse to do so?" Sam coughed nervously.
"Er… no Guv… I'm nearly done with them, I'll just go and…" but Gene cut him off.
"No you won't. Not until I'm finished with what I'm saying." Sam turned back to him. "Look, if you want, you can take your little girlfriend off and talk to the main suspect, Connor Banks. He might spill the beans if you let him look up her skirt." Sam sighed.
"Guv… she's not my girlfriend," he shifted uncomfortably under the watchful glare of his DCI.
"Then how come you two spend so much time together, eh? It's rather suspicious you know." Gene raised an eyebrow, almost acting as if he was jealous of their relationship.
"Well… it's a good job nothing's happened isn't it? Oh, don't worry, as soon as something does, you'll be the first person I'll tell," Sam replied sarcastically, waltzing out of the office.
Sam turned the corner in the Cortina that he had stolen from Gene. He had done it many a time, but this time he was sick and tired of his DCI barking at him every night and day and wasn't willing to return it. He clenched his hands so hard on the wheel his knuckles began to turn red and then a painful looking white. Annie stared at her colleague's stern and sweaty face and realised that something must be wrong.
"Sam…" she began. "Are you alright? Was it the Guv, did he say something to you?" Sam grunted and turned his head away from the road.
"No… not really… it's, it's fine, just…" He laughed throatily to himself. "Just don't worry." Meanwhile, the car had begun to swerve left and right into both lanes across the road, much to the couple's surprise. Sam hung onto the rotating wheel, crying out and swearing at it to stop while Annie clung onto it the other way, swearing at Sam for not paying attention. The car began to spin faster as Sam realised that he was still pressing firmly on the accelerator. Removing his foot only made the escapade worse as the car's surprise sent it into rolls, roof to wheel across the main road before it stopped, upside down, in the middle of the road.