Well what can you say but sarcastic clap 'nice one Gene'! Nah, he's had a rough ride already, so lets bring back a common theme in Life on Mars to this fic. What? I hear you ask, ah well that would be telling…
(Thank you for all the reviews I've had so far. Sorry I've taken so long to update but I've been away, that is to say been away from a PC with Microsoft Word!)
Chapter 3
"Right, err, what have we got?" Gene asked carefully, suddenly robbed of his confidence, glancing carefully round the room as he sat down.
"Murder, similar to a case last year. Girl kidnapped, held for 30 hours, no sexual assault, strangled with bootlace." Mark said and Gene looked up, where had he heard that before? "Our current lead is a man called Collin Raimes he-"
"-Shut up!" Gene said sharply cutting over Mark.
"Sir?" Mark asked but Gene stood up and began to pace, not something he did often.
"Twice, twice he's killed?" Gene pressed looking round.
"Yes, does it matter?" Mark asked and Gene shot him a poisonous glace.
Gene felt totally confused. That was Kramers trademark! Forensics had found pipe-lagging under the nails of the victims. If this really was 2007 then…
"You, Swift, where any man-made fibres found on the girl?" Gene asked.
"Yes, under the nails, but like I say, the suspect is Collin Raimes."
"What? He's just a little kid!" Gene said with continuing agitation, he could already feel himself sobering up a little more than he was used to. Mark gave Gene a sideways glance.
"Maybe you should go home, sir, the officer on duty will get someone to take you to your accommodation." Mark said carefully, this guy was the original loose cannon.
Gene nodded carefully. He needed a drink, he needed a smoke and most importantly he needed to get his head together. He paced slowly out of the room. Turning, he eyed every member of the department in one, before leaving in a hurry.
The on-duty officer was, to Gene's relief a bloke. He was getting sick of high-ranking Plonks. He handed Gene a key and a letter with an address. "DCI Tyler sorted it out. He saw a flat for rent in his block. Queen Mary Road, ok?"
"What? But they're all Mills." Gene exclaimed.
"Yeah, converted sir." The plod said before rolling his eyes as Gene turned away.
Gene found his flat to be just like everything else in this mad place, an installation from the Tate Modern. Not that he'd ever been to the Tate Modern… he gave himself the guided tour. It was pre-furnished in Magnolia walls and Terracotta carpet. Gene walked into the bathroom and caught his image in the mirror, and had a double take. His cloths had changed and he'd not even noticed!
Gone where his Camel coat, grey trousers with un-matching belt and shoes, kipper tie and just slightly pinstriped shirt. Instead he wore a grey trench coat, white shirt with a plain blue tie, mercifully not some sissy slim job, black polished shoes and equally polished black belt. He felt like someone straight out of Get Carter.
Gene emptied his pockets onto the living room table and after switching the TV in the far corner on, sat down heavily on the settee. He glanced over at the show, the midday news, finally something he recognised! Gene leaned back into the settee and after lighting up a well-earned fag began to doze as he listened to the days horrors.
"-and in other news, Gene Hunt has been put into a deep coma after the accident, we're not sure how long he could be under, the longer it is-" Gene's eyes snapped open and he fell in front of the TV,
"What did you say?!" Gene yelled, realising how mad it was to be doing so. At that the news readers, a man and woman, both dressed as sharp as a knife stared deep into Gene's eyes.
"You get better 'k Guv." The female reporter spoke with Chris' voice.
"Yeah, we bought you a bottle of scotch for when you come round." The male reporter said with Ray's voice. Gene stared wide-eyed at the set,
"-Don't worry he'll come round, and now the weather-" Gene switched off the TV quickly and rubbed his face over with his hands, what was happening to him?
Next time on The Gene Genie, Gene tries to do some explaining and Sam and Gene get to know each other a little better…