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I do not own any established television series or any of such series' characters shown in this story. It is purely fan fiction.
Manchester, 1980
DI Sam Tyler had been working with Manchester and Salsford CID under DCI Gene Hunt for seven years now. He had gained the trust of each of his colleagues on varying levels.
Gene respected him as a friend who could be relied on, but also still thought him as a soft, sissy, girlie, nancy, French, bender, Man United supporting POOF!!
Ray distrusted Sam and never forgave him for the car bomb incident.
Chris still took valued advice from Sam and had every CID interview and interrogation since 1974 on tape.
Annie was now a close friend to Sam, but never too close.
Bank of England
"Three dead, 50k in cash gone, and as sophisticated as a nuclear missile system. Every copper's perfect scenario 'guv." Ray told Gene sarcastically.
"Nick all the usuals, Rick Davies, Danny Burns." Gene replied, obviously bored out of his skull.
"I've had a look at your usuals and from what Ray says none of them idiots have the brains for this." Sam interrupted. "Standard procedure dictates we call in specialists, with a little thing called training guv!"
"I am trained" Gene responded angrily.
"In being a twat, yeah." Sam stated.
"I'm better than some mummy-boy specialists. Couldn't find a Jew in Nazi Germany. Who you thinking of anyway?"
"Flying Squad. Deal with these every day, drive cars fast, you'd like 'em"
"Just to prove you stupid, I'm gonna let yeh bring in the Fly boys. I could use a laugh."
2 Days later
"Guv, the Flying Squad are here, two of 'em."
"Two! My my we are honored. Bring 'em in." Gene joked
A few minutes later, the Londoners followed Phyllis into CID. Sam turned to two people he could of mistaken for himself and Gene.
"Guv!" Sam shouted towards the office. The door opened and out their stood Gene surrounded in cigarette smoke, and brandy infested air. It took a record time for the shock to dawn on his face.
"Ray, phone home, tell 'em I've found my long lost brother. Last time that happened he was as high as Margaret Thatcher's knickers" Gene said sarcastically, regaining his composure
"DCI Hunt? How you got constables a mystery." the left officer asked calmly, ignoring the comment.
"Smart, I like that, you can have DI Tyler's job any day. Or at least your DI mate here can" Indicating to the right office. "You are DCI aren't you, Tyler don't tell me nothin'."
"'Fraid not. DI Jack Regan and DS George Carter, Flying Squad."
"Thank god yeh not all the same then. This is my team: DS Ray Carling: brain of a fish, DC Chris Skelton: resident twat, WDC Annie Cartwright: property of DI Tyler, don't follow my lead in front of him. And myself, the sheriff of these parts. Not much, but we're somethin."
"Nice. Now this robbery. From what my DCI said, not a nice place to be. Took a detour on the way their, looks like someone's followed standard procedure, not a good idea. Let's go."
"Ray, Chris take a uniform car, DI Regan and DS Carter can cosy up to Cartwright in the back." Gene barked
"No need. We got a car" Regan responded.
"Oh yeah?"
"Cortina"
This stopped Gene in his tracks!
"When this is over, we're going to the doctor's and havin' a blood test."