10'Gary? Can you hear me? You need to wake up! You need to-'
DI Blake tensed at his desk, the radio was talking again. It was his sister this time, Milly-no Mary! He was sure it was Mary. Oh god, this place was destroying his memories!
'The doctor's say you should be fine but-'
Mary was drowned out by the sound of Phil Collins and Gary relaxed again. He couldn't take much more of this, he needed to get back to his home, to get away from this damn dream. He sighed, running his hands through his hair, before pushing away his paperwork. He could do it later.
"Falling behind on your paperwork, Blake?" A voice drifted through his ears from opposite him. Carly was leaning forwards on her desk, her Yorkshire accent making her words sound like music to him. "Y'know, if we don't all muck in together 'n' sign a few forms then this great country will be in anarchy!" Her eyes were wide with mock horror, her favourite expression.
"And your mucking in by?" He replied as he arched an eyebrow.
"By training up our Titch!" She nodded over to Brendand's desk, he was hunched over, scribbling furiously, "He needs ter learn about such things if he is to excel in t' force."
"Your mean." He stated.
"Your too soft." She had a Cheshire cat smile, her eyes were glittering dully.
"Blakey!" 'Oh god...'
"Yes, Guv?" Gary replied, his voice spiked with sarcasm while looking up at DCI Hunt who was leaning against the door frame to his office, a scowl stuck onto his face like treacle.
"Are you a police officer or a proffesional layabout?"
Carly raised her hand, waving it about like a school girl and smiling from ear to ear. "Actually Guv, it seems that all t' cockney scum 'ave gotten together 'n' decided that instead of pickin' us off, one by one. Their just gonna behave themselves till we all die o' boredom." She said matter-of-factly, nodding her head after she had finshed. Gary looked from her to their Guv, waiting for an explosion of rage. Hunt clasped his hands into fists and turned on his heel, walking back into his office.
DC Casper dropped the pen he was chewing in his mouth and looked over at Carly, astounded. "Bloody 'ell, Carls! I thought 'e was gonna 'it you for a minute there!" Under any other circumstance, Gary would of told Casper that Carly was 'DS Brown' to him and that he should get on with his work but he was too busy. Too busy gazing in amazement at Carly's triumphant face.
Gene sat at his desk, holding up a glass of whiskey and staring at the refection that it cast. The figure was at his right shoulder, near enough to touch...
"'M not turnin' round, Bolls," He told her. "You'll just disappear, won't you?"
The reflection of Alex nodded, her arms holding each other, as if to stop herself from falling apart. Her hair was longer, he'd noticed, a new jacket too. He always drank in these rare moments, those times when she'd appear and he could pretend that she was still here, with him.
"She reminds me of you, Bolls. A smart-arse, through and through," He loved these Pub Heaven apparitions that would interrupt his daily life, he gave Alex a thin smile. "S'like yer still 'ere."
Alex smiledand mouthed some words that he didn't hear, before vanishing in a watery haze. He threw his whiskey down his throat and slammed the glass on the desk, cursing himself for turning soft. He was the Manc Lion for god's sake! He should be kicking down doors and beating the shit out of criminals, not pining away for some bird he never had a chance with!
His musings were cut short by DS Brown bursting through the door, "Guv," She began "There's a-"
"Have you ever heard of knocking?"
Brown raised her fist and slammed it once against the window of his door, making the glass rattle and the rest of CID to stare at them, "Guv," She repeated "Some bloke's been found dead in 'is flat."
"Looks like your death-by-boredom theory was wrong." Gene got up, grabbing his coat from the back of his chair.
"We can't all be Sherlocks, Guv."
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