Okay, well this is just a little backstory to Chris and his friendship with Ray. It kinda makes sense to me about why Ray seems to hate Sam so much, seeing how Chris seems to idolise Sam more. ;)
Disclaimer: Nicht mine, characters and Life on Mars owned by BBC and respective blah blah blah.
Chris can remember the very first time he met Ray (the third of June in 1969) when Chris had started working at the station as a "fresh, wet behind the ears ninny" as the guv had put it, right down to the very last detail (he was wearing his newest tie, a startlingly bright myriad of colours thrown on a murky brown material).
He could even remember what Rays' first words were to him ("Are you lookin' to blind someone with that!").
Ray hadn't exactly been the easiest of men to get to know, but Chris hadn't minded very much- as long as he kept at it, he knew that someone in the force was bound to break down eventually. The sarcastic remarks and harsh rebuffs eventually died down to Ray just plain ignoring him.
He didn't even flinch anymore when Chris would bound into the office, with a "Good morning, guv" nor when DCI Gene Hunt would snarl back- "Piss off!" (The guv was not a morning person).
Chris hadn't minded though. He got to save peoples lives (sort of) whilst doing a job that was extremely respectable (sort of). That was cool.
It actually wasn't until halfway through their second undercover op did Ray stop throwing caustic or derogatory remarks at him (well, that he meant anyway) or ignoring him and began treating him like a person. It might have had something to do with the fact that Chris had saved Ray's life from a giant chicken pie machine, however accidental it had been.
Pretty soon, it was almost as if Ray enjoyed having him around- though whether he felt superior around him or whether he actually liked his company was disputable.
In fact, it had got to the stage where the other men would refer to them as 'Chris and Ray', or 'Ray and Chris', or just 'Ray and the div' and both would answer to any of the names really. Friendly, the casual observer would call it. Affectionate, the more knowledgeable ones murmured, perhaps too affectionate, if you know what I mean.
Then DI Sam Tyler came.
Huzzah for Life on Mars, I say, huzzah!