She has had a glass too many and can't sleep as a result of todays events. Why did she push him away? He was helping in his own way. Beat up the man who killed your fiance.
Looking through the open door of his office, she's stuck at how beaten he looks even in sleep.
The force. Sam Tyler. Today. All of it, taking it's toll on him.
So why is she fighting this man? Why is she feeling guilty for this figment?
Because he isn't. He is not a figment of her dieing imagination. And thats why she feels guilty. For pushing him away when he was trying to comfort himself as much as her.
He has become real to her. As real as any man in 2008. Because he is a man. A man with feelings even if he hides them behind his title.
She should not be here, in the shadows. Looking on his sleeping form. Its now or never.
'Gene' She said moving forward so only his desk was between them 'Wake up! Gene.' She tapped his snake skinned boots with a pen.
'Drunk yourself into unconsiousnous. Right...' With one shove, she pushed Gene's legs off the table, and watchs him stummble about trying to right him self after his rude awakening.
'What the bloody hell!' Gene scowled 'Morning sunshine' Her sing-song-chime, gratted Gene further 'Someone better be dead'
'Nope' She smiled, shaking her curls about and lifted her eyes to look straight into his 'Your methods might be out dated, violent, but'
Gene's thrown deepened and his voice rose as he spoke 'You came all the way over here to pick a fight? Well if you think i'm going to just sit here while you'
'Gene, Gene' She said trying to placid him with her hand on his forearm 'Your methods may leave a lot to be desired, but i was out of order earlier'
'What'
'I shouldn't have, look i get it okay? You have to be DCI Hunt for them, but you're still a man' She continued trying to ignoring the man before her who was pushing his chest out in a display of male dominace 'But i get it. You love them, your team'
'I most certainly do not!'
