Detective Superintendent Harry Woolf has had enough of DS Ray Carling causing problems for his former Detective Inspector Gene Hunt's team upstairs in the CID department and it is beginning to seriously affect morale and discipline.

Chapter #5: CID Morale

Once, DCI Gene Hunt wasn't standing near some bloke that got beaten badly by a new wayward and hotheaded Detective Sargeant on his CID team and saw that the random man was dispatched to the nearest hospital by paramedics in an flourescent yellow and white ambulance. He decided all he could do was come clean and tell all the truth that he thought Gene and Harry should hear in front of a Discipline and Complaints commitee. The pounding fists made old injuries ache again - fingers he'd broken on other people's faces. "Give me your handcuffs, police equipment and your warrant card," Gene demanded, holding his hand out to Ray.

"I've had enough of you. You're a loose cannon. Christ knows no one here wants to work with you, Ray." said Detective Superintendent Harry Woolf behind his desktop computer as he is preparing witness statements to be photocopied; disciplining the new hot headed Detective Sergeant "I heard he got moved to here 'cause he broke DI Turner's nose in an argument in B-Division at his previous police station." he answered to his former Detective Inspector who shared the same principles of policing as Sam Tyler and his Guv.

Gene's face broke into a sulky frown "DS Carling? I don't know 'im – never 'eard of 'im. Why's he want to work with me, Guv?" his Salford Manchurian accent shining through.

"Just…bring him up to date with your cases when he arrives. Show him the beat, the usual." replied Detective Superintendent Harry Woolf who heard of DS Ray Carling as he keeps up to date with all of the police stations around Britain, as it was a part of being a Detective Superintendent as Harry had worked hard to gain his years of policing experience and values his reputation. Ray wears a jacket, but his tie was loose and his collar undone, a smoker as whenever he was outside, cigarettes would hang from his moustache due to the 2007 no smoking regulations and his hair was a dirty blonde looking slightly unruly.

Gene nodded, still confused as to why a copper he'd never even heard of had asked to work with him in CID specifically. Gene enjoyed an easy day driving around the city and explaining the crimes currently on their books.

"So, how long you been in the force then?" Gene asked.

"Five years," Ray answered.

"An' before?" Gene pressed, wondering if he knew the older man from somewhere else. Gene nodded, but there was still nothing that gave him a clue.

Harry Woolf stood by the window in his office, sipping on a caramel coffee from Costa. No one had ever come back from a day being thrown around Manchester by Hunt's tactical driving methods with a smile still on their face as the DCI was also trained in Advanced Driving methods. Everything he'd heard about Carling had indicated that he would either get along famously or kill his other colleagues and be up before Discipline and Complaints.

He was a copper since 16 starting with the GMP cadets in 1987, he should be able to place names and faces easily.

"and believe me, if you start behaving like a thug in front of DCI Hunt, and don't arrive in here tomorrow with new fucking attitudes, ready to work with my protege Gene... then you're banned from CID, DS Carling! Do you understand?" Detective Superintendent Harry Woolf answered firmly to a badly behaved Detective Sergeant stood before him. Gene hissed, steering the older man through the main room of the Detective Superintendents department, also known as D-Division informally.

Gene Hunt was busy with his 9 year old nephew Phil at home with his mum and doesn't need this sort of rubbish on his beloved team "I'm keepin' the little nephew away from people like DS Carling... as I got to go an' see me Mum. So cover for me, DCI Tyler please if you can?" Gene looked at his digital watch and saw it was half an hour before the PCSOs shift would start.

"Yes, Guv." replied DCI Sam Tyler at his office "Everything will be in order, for when you return to do the night shifts." A few of the CID officers who had wives, families, girlfriends or boyfriends and children to return home to had left.

Harry realised there was something going on that he didn't fully know about DS Carling, but Woolf knew better than to dig around - but there has been records kept on the PC Terminals, Ray once failed the selection test for enlisting into the British Army and nearly hanged himself in a suicide attempt after a heated arguement with his father at the time. If it wasn't for the uniformed officers who were first on scene to diffuse the heated tension in the terraced house, then it was a likely chance Ray Carling would not be here alive today. "He's meant to be a fuckin' work mate with my colleagues. Not think he should take his anger out on innocent members of the public." spat DCI Gene Hunt when he and Harry researched DS Ray Carling's service record on his computer and the horrifying, brutal childhood he had with a father who failed his son, just because he couldn't follow his family's tradition of being in the British Army.

"Good, Christopher. Got my mum who wants to meet you, again." replied DCI Gene Hunt in the driving seat of his Ford Granada Mk3 Scorpio in sonic blue "She invited you to tea, when I first introduced her to you."

"Mum, I had a nasty, hot headed Detective Sargeant turned up in the CID offices this week, out of the blue." Gene told his mum about what had been going on in Greater Manchester Police CID "only last night, he beaten up some random bloke who is now in hospital!" Chris followed Gene through to the kitchen and leant against the worktop, accepting an offer for a mug of tea from Denise Louise Hunt, Gene's mum.

"Ta, love," said Gene to his mum, who gives her eldest son some sage advice "I expected it. You should celebrate – I'm very proud of you, a DCI, Eugene! There's more responsibility an' all, to go with the rank."

Gene took a huge bite out of one of the beans of toast in front of him. "Got any more tea brewed?"

DS Carling should have known that Gene would remember. Not the cleverest thing to do – beat someone unconscious in front of your new DCI.

"You know what mums are like, fussin' and all." Gene told his oldest best friend DCI Sam Tyler in their office "We'll need you to write down and type in what 'appened when you first met DS Carling an' all." with a touch of boyish bravado. They were e-mailed an assignment in the Smithfields market in Ashton Old Road around the Bradford area as Gene's computer chimed.

"Right, first priority, stop anyone leavin' and buying counterfeit goods, I know they've got knock off stuff in the Smithfields market on Ashton Old Road around Bradford Way. Have you got your protective clothing, equipment, tasers, body cameras and radios? If anyone should ask, show them your warrant cards!" The Guv barked to the faces stood near the high cube style police vans, expecting their orders "This gang are always violent when challenged and their MO is always expensive designer goods."

On the signal they all bundled out of the Greater Manchester Police vans, spilling out across the market street in different teams: armed response, uniform and plain clothed CID. Once everyone was rounded up and the Smithfields market gang were under arrest, handcuffed with the 1994 police caution read and were all secured in the backs of the vans; the mood was jubilant. And now CID and Uniform could begin searching their stock "Hey, you," Gene grabbed one of the PCs gently by the hand. "Grab a battenburg car, run the stock up to the evidence base. Right?"

The male PCSO nodded. "Yes, Sir, DCI Hunt." dangling the keys to one of the battenburg cars on his finger and electronically unlocks it.

Gene then reached out and folded Chris's fingers back around the money, pushing it toward him. "Look at it like a bonus, for a job well done," he smiled.

In the Railway Arms; there were darts matches going on, card games springing up, fruit machines and quizzes being played with the odd drink flowing. "Better get the DC boy 'ome," he said, in a waft of scampi flavoured crisps, cola with G&T and the sour Swizzels Matlows Stinger chewy sweet in neon green. He weaved through the pub, which was emptying anyway, and put his hand on Chris's back. "C'mon, 's get you 'ome," Chris nodded, still grinning like a fool.

Chris glanced down at himself. He still felt like a kid – surely no one would take him seriously.

Gene rubbed away some of the frost on the windows and peered inside his Ford car, but there was nothing unusual – discarded food wrappers, his Arsenal football scarf, and one of Chris's Marvel universe comics.

"Skelton!" Gene shouted, the next morning. Chris feared it wasn't the first time he'd been called. "Get your legal ledger notebook," Gene ordered. "And I-Pad!"

DCI Gene Hunt deals with a just transferred hot-headed Detective Sargeant with the help of his former Guv, Detective Superintendent Harry Woolf and has a Smithfields Market sting on his books.