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hey

are you awake?

probably not

am I waking you up?

"Morning, you big queer." Gene walked up to Sam's desk, looking him over. "Christ, you look like shit. What's the matter, are you sick again? Samantha's got a delicate constitution. Do you just want a thermometer up your ass so badly? I'm sure we could get someone to do a cavity search on you, might scratch that same urge."

There, he was ready to help. And he slapped a file down on Sam's desk. "We've got work to do, Tyler. Get your bony arse in my office."

There really was no need to kick the door open, it wasn't as if it was locked, but Gene just liked doing it. Inside some people were sitting at a table and looking up at them now, most of them somewhat surprised and confused. Annoyingly, Sam's ex was only looking mildly entertained, if anything. Spoilsport.

Barty got up, saying something to a man next to him that Gene couldn't quite catch and then he approached them, smiling. "DCI Hunt, DI Tyler. Was I supposed to be expecting you?"

The man Barty had talked to before was heading for a backdoor while Gene answered. "Nah, just a routine visit. We like checking in, seeing how things are going. Do you need all of those clowns here or is there a chance of talking without the whole circus listening in?"

"What the hell do you think you are doing?!" Barty hissed the words to Sam the moment the other man Sam had been sitting with had left to go to the bathroom. "I don't know if your plan is to stay undercover or to directly confront him, what I can tell you is that either way it's a terrible idea."

He was bending down to talk to Sam, having reached for his hand without thinking, fingers encircling Sam's wrist. He wasn't gripping him tightly, touching him simply came naturally. "Just leave now. I can handle this."

"Glad to see you awake again. Shall I just call you Mr Tyler? No, of course not. DI Tyler. That's more like it." Cheon was standing in front of Sam, leaning against his desk. Sam was seated in a chair, flanked by men on either side. Men with guns that they clearly had ready while also being about three times Sam's size, not that that was hard. "I was worried I'd given you too high a dose. You're a slender man, I didn't want you to be out for too long. I didn't want you to miss the party."

It was mostly like a hangover at first. He woke up with a sore body, blinding headache and his eyes wouldn't open. It wasn't until he felt something his mouth that he even remembered what had happened. He forced his eyes open and properly looked around. He was in his apartment, he was stuck to his bed - cuffs, definitely cuffs - and his pants were around his legs. Well, at this point, around one leg.

This was bad. This was really bad. It was Cheon, wasn't it? What even happened? God, his mind was racing through a hundred things. He was injected, the car, he couldn't breathe - and the party. Oh God.

He had a camera.

Sam had no idea how to get himself out of this, he couldn't tell if he even had his phone anywhere and he really wanted this gag out because he was pretty sure he was going to throw up. How screwed was he?

We need to meet in person. Too sensitive to discuss in text.

When are you free?

how are you doing, darling?

*Sam

sorry, force of habit

To Gene, it seemed like a very cut and dry case. So he had Jonathan O'Shea brought in and sent to an interrogation room, waiting a little to hopefully make him feel antsy. Always better when the suspect was in a bad mood. Tended to make it easier to come by confessions.

He walked in finally, coffee in his hand. He had Chris with him. Might be easier to do this with someone who he could shut up when need be. That was one of the advantages of Sam having a day off. "Full name is Jonathan O'Shea, correct?"

Of course he knew that. He'd hauled this punk into the station since he'd been a teen. Maybe even longer.

He sat down opposite him, shaking his head. "You crossed lines this time, Jon. You've got a temper, don't you?"

get ur arse to workk

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