Alex sighed. She needed to crack this case before this man took any more women from the streets of London. It was getting late though- the clock in Gene's office read '01:09'.

'Lets go over this again Guv…'

'We've been over the details a million times Bolls. We'll leave it for now; try again in the morning. Now get some of this down 'yer!' said Gene, pouring whiskey into a glass.

'But this is important. We need to stop this man before he strikes again!' Alex retorted, accepting the drink anyway.

'Look, we're both knackered. We've been at this for hours. Ray + Chris buggered off a long time ago- we'll look at it in the morning when we've got some bloody sleep!'

Alex groaned. It wasn't really the case that made her want to stay here. She felt much safer with Gene; away from the nightmares that haunted her every time she shut her eyes.

Gene took off his jacket and undid his tie, expecting Alex to leave for home. 'Off you trot then, Drakey. There's no point in you being here when you look like that!'

'That's lovely Guv- that makes me feel great. Thanks! Anyway, I want to stay here tonight… The um… heating in my flat is broken.'

'You want to sleep here? In my office? There's no bloody room for the both of us… unless I get on top at you…' He shot her a daring look.

'Yeah in your dreams.' Alex replied, smirking at the banter between them. 'I'm not too bothered about sleeping anyway.' She perched on the end of his desk. Gene tore his gaze away from her arse and looked in her eyes.

'What's up Bolls? You've been acting strange all week!'

'Nothing Guv, just been a bit lonely, I guess.'

Gene walked round his desk and sat down next to her. 'I know what that feels like… if you tell anyone though I'll…' He looked at her. It was those eyes- they got him every time. Her body didn't exactly repel him either.

'What will you do Gene?' teased Alex. She felt a connection between them. One of those moments that made her day and that had been happening more frequently recently. But she couldn't get caught up in it- she had to focus on Molly. However, it was unlikely she could get back right now, so what was the harm in a bit of fun?

Gene lent into her- his face so close to hers. She could feel his breath on her cheek. That familiar smell of whiskey and tobacco. Although she often moaned at him for these habits, that smell felt heavenly; felt familiar. It was up to Alex to make the first move- she knew Gene wouldn't; he feared rejection. Without realising, her lips met his and they melted into each other. His hands ran through her hair and she pushed him back onto the desk; caught up in the heat of the moment.

Gene moved his hands under her top, stroking her stomach. It felt amazing to be this close to her- something he'd never admit of course. She smelt of soap and tasted of the whiskey she'd just drunk. He couldn't take it anymore; he was going crazy. Suddenly his hands were all over her and he could barely control himself. She took his tie off from around his neck and threw it behind her not caring where it landed. He tugged up her top, feeling like a teenager again- fumbling about, caught up in excitement and lust. They were lying right across the desk by this point. It was like a dream- surreal and magical.

'Gene…' Alex tried to speak- her brain was saying no, but her heart and body were screaming 'YES'. Gene kissed her tenderly which quietened her and then they were lost in the tangle of their bodies and sweet, stolen kisses.

'Bloody 'ell!' Rays voice echoed around the office. Alex woke with a start; she'd never slept so well the whole time she'd been in this surreal world. She smiled, remembering the enchanting and thrilling hours of last night. But with a jolt she realised that Chris, Ray and Shaz were stood at the door of Gene's office- shock portrayed on their faces. Alex looked down at herself- she had Gene's shirt wrapped around her, her red boots were still on and Gene's hand was draped across her stomach. She couldn't talk herself out of this one- couldn't blame it on working late…

At that moment, whilst Alex was deciding what to say, Gene woke- looked at the 3 of them at the door and bellowed 'Get out of my bleeding office! Don't you know you should knock?' They scarpered quickly, the door banging behind them.

'Great. I'm never gonna hear the end of this.' Muttered Alex, searching for something to say.

Gene looked at her, eye brow raised. 'Right little corker when you get going Lady B!' Alex smirked, but her cheeks flushed pink. She grabbed last nights clothes off the floor, shoved them on and followed Gene (who had also gotten dressed) out of the office to face the music.

'Mind you, I wouldn't pass if Drake was lying on a desk in front of me!' laughed Ray.

'You wouldn't say no to anyone Ray. Its called desperation.' Said Alex, using wit to reassert her position. God this was embarrassing.

Gene launched into a speech about the case they needed to crack; Alex wasn't listening. Memories from last night were swirling in her mind.

About 30 minutes later she got up from her desk to get a coffee. Shaz and Chris were huddled in the corner of the room, but Gene and Ray were nowhere to be seen. As she headed for the coffee room she heard hushed voices.

'I'm not going to bloody tell you what happened Ray, but I will say one thing; she kept her boots on the whole time.'

Alex giggled; so he was showing her off now?