"I told Edward to get his arse back here so we'll have it sorted by tonight. Just keep your phone about and I'll call when we have it." Jonathan promised, wondering when Edward could pull it off by. Then again, he was a fast little bugger so he didn't doubt he could. "I can do tomorrow evening, after I've finished arranging my family and giving out the jobs. All that boring bullshit."
Jonathan pulled out a cigarette and smiled at Barty. "I hope your damsel calls. This time, take the in and make a damn move."
"I'll see. You know, he's just waiting to be proven right with how I'm nothing but a puppet-master. And since I am nothing but a puppet-master, I know I have to play things right." He grinned, looking at his phone once more before shrugging and getting to his feet. "Thanks for your help, Jon. I'll owe you after all this."
He always made good on any favours he owed. Simply better for business. "What I really want is to give Gene Hunt a bit of a headache after all this. I blame him. Sam wouldn't have been in this position if he wasn't... Well. All that DCI Hunt is."
"Everything is always DCI Hunt's fault. I could name 100 balls ups that man has caused. Fucking disgrace, ain't he?" Jonathan shook his head in mock disbelief. He did blame Hunt but he kind of liked him. He was a prick but a fun prick. His out-dated style of talk, his aggression, his yelling - very traveller. And boy did Gene hate when he told him that.
"I think the cause of all of Manchesters's issues is a toss up between DCI Hunt or our favourite lawyer, Tally. Take your pick, honestly. From opposite sides, they're fucking this city up." Jonathan laughed. "I love it."
"Ah, yeah. Tally. I think Sam hates no one more than him." So maybe Barty should not have slept with him, but it had been fun at the time so he could not bring himself to truly regret it. Perhaps he would, in future, should Sam ever find out about it. "Did you know that he wanted to question your people on the trafficking? DCI Hunt, that is. So I've got a feeling that he's itching for it, you must have pissed him off somehow."
No surprise there. "He hates me because he's platonically in love with Sam, but his hatred for you is red hot as well."
"It's the drugs. He hates drugs. Makes him an unstoppable bull in a China shop. And you know me, I love a good chemical." Jonathan was responsible for most of the drugs in this city and he knew how much Gene hated him for it. He also didn't much like his involvement in the boxing world either. In general, Gene just had a lot of reasons to hate his guts.
"I just ignore it. Look, sometimes people hate you. And you don't really give a shit yourself. That's my current situation." He was happy to just smile at Gene and act a friend, despite the hate.
"I enjoy it. Honestly, I think it will end up working in my favour. Sooner or later, Sam is going to be so pissed at Gene over something that he'll come have sex with me just because Gene doesn't want him to." It was a strange play, but he also strangely didn't doubt for a moment that it would work. "As for you, seems as if he just keeps your people locked up for a few hours every now and then. Although Tally has made that a lot more of a hassle for them too."
Good time to be a criminal in the city, honestly. "One last question. Do you have any advice on how to deal with what Sam has in his system?"
"Hydrate, avoid stress, sleep a lot and-- oh." Jonathan got up and left without much explanation. He did that often so he didn't doubt for a second that Barty would know he'd come back. And he did, about five minutes later, holding a cut off blister pack of two pills. "One today, one tomorrow. It's quetiapine. Antipsychotics are good against meth, so are benzos but I would recommend at his dose, this. He should take them with water."
He set them down and slid them over to Barty. "Let me know how he does on them. I'm curious. And make sure he doesn't drive after taking them, they're sedative."
"He won't avoid stress or sleep a lot, but I'll see about the hydration." Also something Sam was notoriously bad at. No surprise there. He was bad at anything that didn't directly pertain to police work. He took the pills from Jonathan and nodded, trusting that his friend knew his boundaries well enough to not be conducting any strange experiments here. "It's supposed to be very addictive, aye? I need to make sure he doesn't think to ever try again."
Seemed like a slippery slope for a workaholic like Sam.
"Yeah, it is. The best is advise on that is get to the end of the week. Once you're passed the week, the urge really deflates and you just remember the bad feelings. Right now, it's mostly a 'oh, that was nice' sort of thing." And if Sam did get addicted then Jonathan could help more but for now, it was getting through that week that was always key for preventing hardcore addiction.
"It's interesting, to see how his brain responds to a stimulant. No ADHD in that one." No surprises there, he didn't think Sam's brain worked chemically in that direction. He felt he was more an OCD sort.
"That'd be more your boy, wouldn't it? ADHD." At least that was his guess when it came to Ed. Even if he had more than just a suspicion that there was a lot more with that one. He didn't seem to be addicted to anything at least. Anything other than drama and strong emotions, at least.
Made him wonder just what he was in for with Sam. "I wish he'd let me be around him right now. Maybe I can tell him I need to be supervised so I don't commit any crime. Handcuff us together."
"I'm sure you can find a way, slippery snake like you."
He had no doubt that some way, Barty would find his way back into Sam's life and take care of him. And if Barty somehow didn't find a way, he assumed that Sam would swiftly come crawling back. It seemed a lot like a Sam thing to do. "Just keep visiting, be persistent and I bet you two will be dating by the end of the year. I bet my safe on it."
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Jonathan pulled out a cigarette and smiled at Barty. "I hope your damsel calls. This time, take the in and make a damn move."
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He always made good on any favours he owed. Simply better for business. "What I really want is to give Gene Hunt a bit of a headache after all this. I blame him. Sam wouldn't have been in this position if he wasn't... Well. All that DCI Hunt is."
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"I think the cause of all of Manchesters's issues is a toss up between DCI Hunt or our favourite lawyer, Tally. Take your pick, honestly. From opposite sides, they're fucking this city up." Jonathan laughed. "I love it."
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No surprise there. "He hates me because he's platonically in love with Sam, but his hatred for you is red hot as well."
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"I just ignore it. Look, sometimes people hate you. And you don't really give a shit yourself. That's my current situation." He was happy to just smile at Gene and act a friend, despite the hate.
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Good time to be a criminal in the city, honestly. "One last question. Do you have any advice on how to deal with what Sam has in his system?"
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He set them down and slid them over to Barty. "Let me know how he does on them. I'm curious. And make sure he doesn't drive after taking them, they're sedative."
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Seemed like a slippery slope for a workaholic like Sam.
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"It's interesting, to see how his brain responds to a stimulant. No ADHD in that one." No surprises there, he didn't think Sam's brain worked chemically in that direction. He felt he was more an OCD sort.
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Made him wonder just what he was in for with Sam. "I wish he'd let me be around him right now. Maybe I can tell him I need to be supervised so I don't commit any crime. Handcuff us together."
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He had no doubt that some way, Barty would find his way back into Sam's life and take care of him. And if Barty somehow didn't find a way, he assumed that Sam would swiftly come crawling back. It seemed a lot like a Sam thing to do. "Just keep visiting, be persistent and I bet you two will be dating by the end of the year. I bet my safe on it."
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Barty waved one more time and then left the room, already texting Sam. He had those meds. That was an excuse to go and see him, surely.