"Listen to me, Gov!" Sam shouted, only centimeters away from Gene's face. "We have to go over the evidence again!"

"Enough with your soddin' evidence that bloody sheep skinner is guilty!"

Gene pointed emphatically at the door behind him, practically spitting in anger.

"Sheep skinner? He's a tailor!"

"A friggin' cock sucking murdering tailor!"

"We don't know that for sure! Bobby said he saw-"

"You mean when he was high as a kite?"

Sam pinched the bridge of his nose, "I mean we need to reexamine..."

"Sod it, Tyler. I can tell he's the bloody one!"

The room was silent around them, the rest of the team watching in shock. It wasn't as though Gene and Sam didn't fight over cases just about every other day, that was regular as clockwork. They would always start in Gene's office and the others could hear their voices steadily get louder. Sometimes Sam would just storm out, conversation over while other times Gene would throw him out. Today, however, it was a crash and bang it out sort of argument.

"God, you just don't listen!" Sam shouted, throwing his hands up and turning away from Gene.

"Getting your knickers in a twist, are you Gladys?"

Sam whirled back around, "You just don't want to do what I suggest! You think you always have to be completely right!"

"Because I am always right," Gene shot back with a wicked grin.

Ray, Chris, and Annie sat on the edge of Sam's desk, heads going back and forth. Annie passed two cups of coffee down to Chris and Ray, the three of them settling in.

"Always right? Right about the amount of liquor you need maybe!"

"Getting a bit cheeky are we now, Tyler?"

"Sugar?" Annie asked the two men beside her.

"Not now," they replied both taking a sip of their coffee.

"Cheeky!?" Sam practically screamed.

"You just can't handle that I can do this job without needing to check every piece of rubbish and bleein' heart relative with a tight arsed nick picking fine toothed fucking comb!" Gene snapped back.

"You are such a god damn backward bloody-"

Sam did not get the chance to finish this sentence because Gene suddenly growled in frustration, grabbed Sam violently by his sides and kissed him on the mouth. Sam went stiff in obvious surprise which only made Gene pull Sam closer and kiss him harder. Then Sam seemed to come back to life, hands onto Gene's arms and kissing him back.

"YES!" Chris cheered.

Gene and Sam broke apart and looked at the other three as if they only just realized they were there in the room.

"I bloody told you!" Ray cried clicking mugs with Chris.

"You have got to be kidding me," Annie said, staring in shock.

"That is 15 quid from you, missy," Ray said with a grin.

"I don't believe it," she groaned putting a hand over her eyes.

"What the ruddy hell is going on?" Gene snapped.

Sam was blushing profusely and looking between all four of them as if he expected to be lynched at any moment.

"You just got me 15 quid, gov," Ray said raising his mug in a mock toast.

"What?" Gene said, hands on his hips.

"15 big ones!" Chris said, standing up and doing a little victory dance.

"Wait," Sam said suddenly, looking shocked. "You're not all freaking out about what just happened?"

"I am!" Annie said standing up. "I just lost bloody 30 pounds!"

Sam and Gene looked at each other then back at the other three. They both crossed their arms and stared, eyebrows raised, waiting. Chris chuckled and tried to hide it in his mug. Annie just sighed, sitting down at her desk and propping her head up on her hands in a dejected manner.

"We had a bet goin', Gov," Ray responded, standing up and putting his mug down. "'bout which one of you would snog the other 'ere first."

"What!?" Sam said, arms dropping.

"You are kiddin' me..." Gene muttered.

"Annie 'ere thought it would be Sam but Chris and I were betting on you, Gov," Ray said grinning.

"I thought it had to be, Sam!" Annie cried.

"Well, it weren't," Chris said with a smile.

"You bet," Sam said slowly, "on which one of us," he motioned between himself and Gene, "would snog the other first?"

Gene slowly began to grin. Turning to Sam, he shrugged and laughed. Then he looked back at Ray and Chris, a sort of proud expression on his face.

"Well, good to know that you two have some sort of brains between ya." He looked at Annie. "And what have you got to say for yourself, Miss 30 quid lighter?"

She sighed heavily. "I thought it had to be Sam, I mean..." she paused and looked guiltily at Sam. He raised his eyebrows at her putting his hands on his hips. "Well, I…" she continued then threw up her hands. "I mean look at him!"

Sam gaped at her as Gene, Ray, and Chris burst out laughing.

"She's got a bit of point, Dorothy," Gene said.

"I can't bloody believe-" Sam started.

"Oh, shut up, you tosser," Gene said pulling Sam to him and kissing him again.

Annie put her forehead down on her desk. The other two picked up their mugs and sat back down at their own desks.

"Oy, Cartwright," Ray said. She put her head up. "Pay up."

"Yes, please," Chris said with a grin.

"You're both bloody vultures," She said opening her desk drawer and pulling out her purse.

Gene smiled against Sam's lips and kissed him harder. What a good team!