I think I’ve been watching too much British television. Either that or I’m cracking up.

This is the picture I’ve had in my head all day.

It’s dark outside. Everyone has gone home. Gene’s sitting alone in his office with a glass of whiskey. A glance at the clock lets him know exactly how late it is. With a sigh he decides it must be time to pack up and go home - or at least see if the others are still at the pub.

He stands up, grabs his jacket and swallows down the last bit of whiskey from the glass. Upon exiting his office he notices he’s not as alone as he thought he was. Across the other side of the room Sam is slumped over his desk.

“What are you still doing here?” Gene bellows.

Sam raises his head, a quizzical look on his face. It’s almost as if he’s trying to decide if Gene means here in the office or here in 1973.

He gets up from his chair and starts singing – all the while moving slowly across the room towards Gene.

Here I am, waiting for a sign, I never seem to know
If you want me in your life, where do I stand
I just don't know
I never feel I know you
'Cause you blow hot and you blow cold, it seems I've grown attached
Though we're not the perfect match
I just can't explain

Should I stay
Should I go
Could I ever really stand to let you go
Can you now find the right words to say
That maybe I'm getting in your way

At this point Sam has reached Gene and the two of them, eyes closed, slowly and calmly start to waltz around the desks in that ever smoky CID office.



What the hell is that all about? I still get the giggles every time I think about it. Hee. ^_^