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Background Noise

Title: Background Noise
Rating: White Cortina
Word count: 440 words
Notes: Written for the background challenge at 1973flashfic  With the usual thanks to my betajinxed100 


Sam sat down and started to read a file.  He very soon became aware of the sound of Ray chewing gum, so he covered his right ear in order to concentrate.  Unfortunately, that only served to emphasis the tapping noise made by Chris with his pencil on his desk.  He tried covering his left ear as well, but then he became aware of Vince and Geoff discussing something.   The phone rang and he could hear Annie quietly speaking to someone.

So when Gene exploded out of his office demanding that whoever had borrowed his stapler should return it at once, Sam had had enough.  He stood up and yelled, “Will you all be quiet.  I can’t hear myself think.”  His outburst was greeted with a stunned silence.

“It seems to me, Gladys, that you’re the one making all the noise in here,” observed Gene.

Sam turned on his heel and stormed out of CID.  He marched down the corridor, snapping at a constable who was cheerfully whistling.  When he reached the front desk he found Phyllis humming to herself, so he glared at her, before leaving through the front door.

Outside it was no better.  Sam sat on the steps and listened to the sounds of the traffic; to a pickpocket caught red-handed protesting his innocence; to two WPCs gossiping about their boyfriends.  He heard heavy footsteps come up behind him.

Then he felt a hand under his arm and he was hauled to his feet.  “Come on Tyler, we’re going for a ride.”

Reluctantly he got into the Cortina.  He paid no attention to where they were going and so was surprised when they stopped by a patch of waste ground that he didn’t recognise.

“Out you get.”  Gene had opened the door for him, so he got out as instructed.  “This way.”

Sam followed Gene along a trail that led through some bushes.  The area appeared to have been a bomb site that had never been reclaimed and was now mostly overgrown shrub land.  They came to a small clearing.

“Sit,” ordered Gene.

So Sam sat.  At first he couldn’t hear anything at all.  Slowly he became aware of the birdsong.  He listened to the sound of the wind in the leaves and gradually he felt the tension leave his shoulders.  He looked at Gene, who was taking a long swig from a flask.

“I made a right fool of myself this morning, didn’t I?”

“Yeah.  But I’m sure they’ll all forgive you if you buy the first round of drinks tonight.  That’s if the pub won’t be too noisy for you, of course.”

“I think I’ll cope.”


( 7 comments — Leave a comment )
Mar. 17th, 2011 11:50 am (UTC)
Nice! Gene knows Sam so well. Although that wasn't quite where my mind was going when Gene drove them off into the unknown...
Mar. 17th, 2011 12:05 pm (UTC)
There's nothing to say that they've got to head straight back to the station ...
Mar. 17th, 2011 02:04 pm (UTC)
Oh, I really like this. I have such a weakness for fics where Gene recognizes Sam's crazy-problems and instead of making a fuss, he just goes ahead and fixes the problem in the most gruff and direct way possible, and this hit that trigger very nicely. *g*

Thank you!
Mar. 17th, 2011 10:56 pm (UTC)
Thank you. I'm very pleased you liked it. I think Gene knows there is no point trying to argue with Sam and that it's simplest just to act.
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Mar. 17th, 2011 10:58 pm (UTC)
I suspect that Sam senses that despite everything Gene does know what's best for him.
Mar. 17th, 2011 08:46 pm (UTC)
This is lovely. Their at their exchange at the end made me smile.
Mar. 17th, 2011 10:59 pm (UTC)
Thank you. I'm very glad you liked it.
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