OK here goes I have not written a Life On Mars fan fiction even though I loved the program. Ashes To Ashes blown me away big style…and has such good parings. Hope you enjoy. Please Review-all comments are welcome. I obviously thrive on comments (I update quicker with them) but criticism is also good to help improve. sooo here goes.


No Smoking Pistol

Chapter 1-Jaffa Cakes

"Bolly…Bolly…Come in Bolly…Bolly Do you read me"?? Gene Hunt Questioned

"Huh" a dazed Alex turned around to witness a smirk creep on her superiors face. "Um…sorry, what…I was…" Began apologizing

"…With the fairies we know" Gene jested. Which was met by sniggers of amusement from Ray and Chris? Shaz however looked on sympathetically.

Alex seized the case file lying on the desk and briskly sauntered out of CID "I'm going to nail this guy, with or without the assistance of my imaginary constructs." Drake called.

"Oooooh" The boys spluttered after her in hysterics.

CID had been working on the same case for the past two weeks. They had now officially got 'nowhere'. They all knew who had beaten the lanky teenager to a pulp. And that the beating was connected to drugs…They also knew a big shipment was due. But what no body knew was why!! Lanky teenager, who went by the name of Oliver Smufit, was, as you would expect not saying anything.

Warren Carlisle the suspect of the drugs and beating had recently moved to Hunts patch and was now working very hard to corrupt the streets of London.

After three hours of "scrutinizing" research, DS Ray Carling and DC Chris Skelton had discovered that Warren Carlisle had been arrested three times on drug offences and twice for GBH. None of these had however reached the DPS due to "insufficient evidence". They had also unearthed the "damming" evidence, which stated he was partial to Cadburys Wispa bars!!

"Bolly back yet Raymundo??" Gene inquired as he emerged from his office like a rabbit out of his hole.

"Umm no Guv, we 'aint heard anything yet. Sorry" Ray replied. Looking around worriedly - fearing for his DI, he quickly snapped back into reality, pinched himself for caring about Drake and continued to play noughts and crosses with Chris

"Where the bloody hell is she then" Gene voiced - anger rising in his voice

"By her, I guess you mean me" Drake retorted smugly as she entered the smoke filled room. She elegantly perched herself on the edge of her paper-work free desk (something of a anomaly in the station)

"I will not have my officers swanning off without my permission…Do you understand me Drake?!" Gene warned

"I could hardly 'Swan', as you so perfectly put it, with your permission." Drake replied joyously. She knew she was skating on very thin ice.

Gene chose to ignore her reply and instead dived into sentence "Well while you were off gallivanting, we have been working ourselves into a frenzy…Haven't we boys!?" Gene looked around for the support of his cronies.

"Um…yes Guv…we have compiled these note" Chris offered helpfully holding the sparse file out for Gene to take.

However, quick as a flash Alex snatched the file and began leafing through it. "Oh yes…I can see you've been…what's the word" Drake sniggered "Hard at work." she continued - grinning like a Cheshire cat.

"If you've quite finished bollengy knickers!! How about you fill us in, on the wonders you achieved on your TSS outing" Hunt sarcastically grumbled.

"TSS??" Drake questioned, a frown forming on her framed forehead.

"Top Secret Stuff" CID chorused grinning like a pack of hyenas.

"Ohhh…OK then…Back on planet slightly sane" Drake began sarcastically" …The miraculous me has collected and compiled all the information needed for an undercover operation, which with the co-operation of my imaginary constructs, will bust this Warren Carlisle guy" She finished smugly, and looked around for praise-something with Gene at the helm was very unlikely.

"Well done Bolly" Gene congratulated sarcastically. "Would you like a medal now or a prize we have Bon Bon's, Jaffa Cakes and Jammy Dodgers"

"Very funny Gene. I thought that you would like an undercover op - this could get us the result we all want." Drake Explained.

"Let me guess your little plan involves "soiree's, alcohol and you in a ridiculously tight dresses" the DCI interrogated

"Well I was actually thinking of a skirt, but now you mention it a dress might be more appropriate" Drake Mused

"If this op puts yourself or another member of my team in danger, then you'll be sorry" Gene shouted anger, and hurt building up inside him.

Come on Gene live a little…life without danger is a waste of oxygen."

"Ohh alright then, don't get you're laced frenchies in a twist over it. Right lets crack on plans to be made…When's this party then??"

"Tonight" Drake muttered barely audible

"Tonight" Hunt burst "Christ on a bike…a little bit of warning would be nice for next time." moaned exasperated.

"If this goes to plan there won't be a next time Guv." Drake defended.

"Well for your sake I hope this doesn't go tits up…if it does it's on your head Bolly, just as you know that."

"I wouldn't expect any different Gene…I wouldn't expect any different!!"


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