Nearing the end of this fanfic, i've set out a fascinating insight to why and how Jim places his motivational skills to use, i added some different scenes to this too, I''ve split this in half once again, concluding Episode 7's story and emerging it with the sytart of Episode 8.
Great Minds Think Alike Chapter 7: Its The Final Chapter part 1
Viv's funeral conclusively united Gene and Alex as they sat together, Alex ignoring Jim's polite offer of sitting next to him. The last thing she said to me that night three nights ago I cared very much about Viv, the look you gave me in the prison corridors inadequately has demonstrated your uncaring emotions, why doesn't she understand consequential blunders only indicate a complex downfall for the pressured one, once she's sees what I have in store for everyone, she'll evidently believe the truth about Gene Hunt and how he's pitifully lied to her since day one… Jim scrupulously became aware of, the conspicuous subdued sadness that overwhelmed Gene's trustworthy team, he shrewdly recognized the fact that a funeral for a much loved colleague could do many things to enlighten the poignant tone, perhaps bring a group of mourners together or drive a wedge between good friends, at that precise moment he barely couldn't overlook the enraged glare Gene bestowed towards a giggling Chris, he couldn't blame the young Detective, in spite of everything Jim secretly realized it was attention-grabbing sight to observe from the background behindhand the church-goers, Jim durably noted he should generously attend church more often, thoughtlessly placing his professional career at the forefront of his genuine religious beliefs.
As the mourners headed off one by one to Luigi's, Jim strong-mindedly decided to head back to CID, he basically couldn't tolerate being amongst grievers as it obviously left a dreary discomfort in his heart and soul, continually under pressure to pay attention to touching speeches about an appreciated recently deceased sergeant or a detective he barely been acquainted with.
As the nightfall darkened over London, Jim before long arrived, swaggering along the unoccupied passageway of Fenchurch East, as he approached in the direction of CID, he gathered someone had stayed behind later, probably for the same reasons as him , he didn't know who but aimed to ultimately discover who it was. Nevertheless he anticipated beyond any shadow of a doubt how much he'd joyfully sit back, watch the fireworks explode, seeing Gene Hunt's long standing kingdom crashing approximately around him forever.
Nearing closer, It was Alex, who quietly stayed behind choosing to avoid the rest of the team, he speculated that she didn't do the funeral reception thing either, coincidentally he easily reasoned with that.
She looked to be reflecting on recent events as she sat in quiteness at her desk just by the door , Jim presumed, he opened the door and stepped inside, the glimmer of darkened light came from Gene's office and the photocopying room on the far hand side of the office. He didn't speak, he chose to stand there, until she decided to open up about her feelings, whether that included doing what he'd wanted her to do, get him Gene Hunt, a full-blown confession on the real reason behind Sam Tyler's death now or never, it was time she found out everything she needed to know, what this world actually meant, how far its boundaries outstretched, the true identity of her much loved Detective Chief Inspector etc.
"Another good officer gone, Alex…" Jim presumed he'd courteously best remind her as he strolled around the office.
"Sir" she sensitively replied, surprised to acknowledge he came in unnoticed.
"Find a dead police officer, and penny to a pound you'll find Gene Hunt standing over him" Jim answered effectively, clutching his cigarette between his fingers.
"Sir, If you don't mind I've got things to do" Alex seemed bothered, troubled by something.
"Still you're the lucky one, Your bullet didn't kill you" Jim stubbed his cigarette out into Ray's ashtray on his desk, turning away from chatting to her momentarily.
"It was an accident" He overheard her answer instantaneously, eyes averting to glance over at Alex once more, as she looked to be clutching a picture, he moved toward her desk, positioning himself right by her, intriguingly becoming interested in what this would be.
"Who's this?" He reached his hand out, even bowled over as she gave not lying to him.
"Its sounds stupid, but you know the ghost I was telling you about?" Alex filled him on that previous conversation they shared two weeks ago in the staff kitchen.
"Where did you find it?" Jim asked ever more feeling an intense emotion to ask.
"The Guv's office"
"Another dead copper?" Jim could only speculate, despite knowing the eventual truth, he had to say anything so things he done wouldn't arouse Alex's suspicions, he had her believing him, that was hopeful. He sniggered suddenly to hide whatever he could so he wouldn't give the game away.
"He's slippery, even putting this report together working next to him, covers his tracks"
"He's a good copper" Alex said tryng to dismiss his endless accusations, she somehow still claimed to be sticking up for him, it didn't faze Jim as he realized this, it felt as if she might be obsessed in wanting Gene to be the a spick-and-span, immaculate copper she'd grown closer to much more than she preferred to let on.
"He's a killer….and this" Jim said, as he grabbed the roll of film that Alex foolishly left on the table, keen to take an interest.
"That was with it…I'm gonna get it developed…I" Alex couldn't defend her words against him, he always seemed to be one step ahead every time, knowed the right thing to say even when she presumed some words she said could have potentially stung him like a jellyfish.
"Well we've got superior facilities at D&C, I'll do it" Jim kindly offered, not daring to wait for her answer, as he placed it in his jacket pocket and leaned closer, his breath easy to feel against her face.
"You know, um….you could no more turn your back on a bent copper than stop breathing…We're the same, you and me" He wanted her to assure him, she would accept this considerable thoughtful gesture, he couldn't have making a fool of him, he hoped she take this on board and to heart the seriousness of this upcoming conclusion.
"Except I don't want it to be true. So we're not on the same, are we?" Alex fought back almost fighhting back tears, he couldn't blame her, displaying that toughened, determination professional skill he first admired her for, when he looked at her amazing credentials, records.
"The time has come, Alex…Do what you were put here to do…Get me Gene Hunt" He detected an overwhelming bitterness in his lungs, he smoked too hard became too stressed, it was as if bringing down Gene was like an unstoppable obsession. He left her in stillness as he decided it would bes best to go home.
xxxx
The next morning, Jim displayed symptoms of a hangover, taking a tablet just before he entered the station, swaggering in, he had a god awful lot of activities to do, as he pushed open his office door, he smirked competently, acknowledging the unseen package on his desk, the instant satisfaction within his lingering eyes as he unveiled three VHS tapes nothing nor one could stop him, always feeling possibly he possessed an invulnerable streak.
Jim soon eventually caught up on the team's latest investigation on the murder of Oliver Mdlovu adding to Gene ever-growing headache.
"Jimbo, my mood's improved, Murderer apprehended, Intentional incident avoided and terrorist in the cells and on a promise"
"In your dreams"
Jim glanced at Gene, lightheartedly before mentioning something else he hadn't quite cottoned on about yet. "Glad you're in a good mood"
He couldn't understand why he had managed t put up with Gene's constant ramblings, take downs, mocking of D&C.
"The dead man Oliver Ndlovu"
"What about him?"
"He's Special Branch..his real name is Vincent Sarpong, he was originally from South Africa, but had lived in London for five years, worked for Special Branch for three. Heard rumours that the exiled ANC were gathering bomb-making materials looking to avenge the attack on their Patten St offices." Jim briefed Gene and Alex on this, generally impressed to overhear she knew of this.
"The what" Gene stayed utterly clueless nor which Jim noted.
"The point is, the ANC have been plotting their revenge ever since, Sarpong figured it out"
"Which is why he was killed" Alex remembered this.
"President PW Botha is due in London for secret talks with the Prime Minster" Jim twiddled a throwing dart to entertain himself.
"You think they'll try and off Botha?" Gene said.
Sarpong thought so, which ios why they execute him" Jim came to a conclusive suggestion, Gene wasn't buying this suggestion at all, assuming his own overall thought.
"No, his wounds were the result of a frenzied stabbing, I don't buy it"
"Quite frankly, nobody's very interested ion what you buy Gene..Special Branch have lost one of their own. They'll take the accused off our hands" Jim amusingly mocked, enjoying the glum look of his rival's face. Huh how inconsiderate of you Gene…you continue to disappoint me
"Well what will happen to him" Alex expressed concern, some niggling doubts.
"None of our business" Jim eagerly replied, leaving them alone to contemplate what they might do next.
Xxxx
As he finished the latest chapter of his accomplished report, Jim eavesdropped on the overheard voices from the next room and strong-mindedly decided to investigate once more, he recognized Chris instantly, he dropped in on their conversation before appearing right before them requesting an urgent quick word with Alex.
"DI Drake can I borrow you a minute..my office" She complied straight away, leaving Chris alone, probably to go and check on Tobias, she sighed thoughtfully beginning to follow him. This was visibly becoming quite a habit, them bumping into one another on darkened after hour nights .She said they weren't the same, weren't on the same page, how much she would prove to be in a matter of days.
The mini heat wave in Jim's office looked unbearable for Alex, as she felt sweaty, as if her blouse was annoyingly sticking to her. Just how and why did he honestly prefer the heating within his temporary office to feel so humid.
"There's no evidence to support Special Branch's allegations on Tobias or Oliver/Vincent" He had enough on this, choosing to confront Alex over what he'd importantly requested she do for him the previous day. His genuine mood darkened, unappreciatively of why she looked to be stalling, incapable of accepting what he'd basically been telling her for so many weeks, Jim noted Alex continuously lacked encouragement to uncover the truth at firsthand.
" Do you think this is a game, some flirty silly game been played out by you, me and Hunt." He looked seriously, yet composed, as he turned to face her, identifying the look of guilt in her expression as she nervously answered, the weights in her eyes telling an all too different story altogether.
"No I don't think it's a game" Alex replied, hesitantly, feeling pressurized by Jim's insightful gaze.
"Sam Tyler lost his life by all accounts an extraordinary man, his life was taken from him, murdered"
"We don't know that we can't be sure" Alex said.
"Yes we do!, in our hearts we know that now its down to you Alex to take that final step, to find out from Hunt's own mouth, where he did how he did and why he did" Jim bitterness threatened to make him snap at any moment, impatience grew thin, depending on her.
"Its not that easy is it Sir" Her determination shone through, fighting back and forth for what she truly believed.
"Actually it is, its about being a solution to despicable problem or being a part of the problem itself" He muttered irritably, sensing she was becoming closer to Hunt more than ever, Jim loathed this, he'd do anything to prevent anything further from happening between two quarrelsome detectives.
"Erm..I'm having dinner this evening with DCI Hunt hopefully I'll find out the truth then" She remotely answered, positively, needing to get him off her back form the time being.
"Last Chance Alex if you don't the courage to do it, I'll find someone else"
"Oh I have the courage" she forth courageously to answer, capable of answering back, to a man she'd known for only 7 weeks or so., temptingly she found herself wanting to believe everything Jim tried to gently encourage her with.
"Get Him!" Jim furiously demanded, after this had been completed he had gloriously planned to celebrate, with his D&C Colleagues, bathe victoriously in endless praise from Nicholas his boss, the happy days were sure to return one of these days.
Xxxx
As he studied the tapes on the edge of his desk, a large thudded knock disrupted him on the door, he swiftly opened it only to come face to face with an aggravated man, who could easily be South African counterpart.
"Ah Anders good of you to come at last…you sounded frustrated on the phone…would this be over the man we already have locked up in the cells, Tobias…"
"Don't patronize me you bastard.! .Take me to see the man in charge of this investigation…I want answers from my nemesis..he's escaped from me for too bloody long" Anders erratically demanded, he'd be shown where the interview rooms where.
"Right this way then" Jim sympathetically nodded understanding, Anders must have undergone a plane journey to entrap Tobias and he left his secret videos behind and lead the way, out of his office, seeing that this man didn't like being kept waiting for too long, he seemed to have a lot of things on his mind.
"If you don't me asking Mr De Villiers, would this be over some criminal offences he committed in Africa?" Jim walked alongside him, strangely feeling, anxious and apprehensive that he'd could endanger this suspect they held in the cells for over 12 hours.
"He's not who he claims to be, he is wanted for a major bombing attack that happened a long time ago...Can you keep your mouth shut and show me where he is" Understandably Anders wasn't a man to be messed with, he seemed to treat his job significantly.
They simultaneously heard the commotion from Interview Room 3 and before Gene was given a chance of throttling or having Tobias pinned up against the wall, entering the room beforehand to thwart intensified matters from exploding furthermore.
"Do you mind I'm working here…who the bloody hell are you?" Gene squinted his eyes as he watched Jim and Anders standing in the far corner.
"My name is Anders De Villiers you've got something I want" His watchful never once leaving Tobias', his concentration entirely focused on him, his hands itching to shred anything insight.
"Running around London with a box of dynamite…Bloody Amateurs…little bit more than a murder now Gene " Jim declared.
"I'll take him now you're coming with me" Anders announced, insensitively ignoring what a still mightily confused and yet baffled Gene wanted to say.
"He's staying Here" Chris and Alex answered, Jim's eyes only upon Alex, wondering whether she had accomplished an achievement in getting Gene to confess, I know Alex…she'd have spent the whole evening wondering when her and Gene will sleep together..I can't deny what I know in my head…they're becoming closer. .edging towards a one night stand , He'd somehow allowed matters to unwisely develop personally, not that he cared.
"He's got you wrapped around his little finger hasn't he, that's it Joshua how you doing my friend…Been a long time hasn't it" Anders produced photocopies of deceased African people who'd found themselves caught up in a wave of bombing attacks.
"Could someone please tell what is going on here..Cos my mind is utterly ridiculously confused as to who you are?" Gene looked far from intimidated, still receiving no fully explained answers.
"Ah He likes police officers does Joshua" Anders responded, determined to be informed on what he'd came to hear from his old nemesis.
"So that's how you're gonna play this Jimbo…not telling me who this for-eyed bastard is"
"Oh shut up Gene..this needs ending and we need Joshua full compliance on this..whether he wants to confess everything he's done" Jim exchanged an angry glare towards Gene as both of them stood well apart.
That wasn't never to be told as Ray burst in with news of another bombing attack at one of the South African embassies in East London.
End of chapter