Okay, so this is like a prequel/partner/sequel to Blame... I thought Jenette's character should be explored more. I am thinking about writing a sequel to Blame, also... so things here might be copied elsewhere in a different story of mine! I hope you enjoy, and please review and let me know what you think... Also, thank you to rolephant who helped me out when the evil writers block elves came to visit...

Jenette knew she would do the job as soon as Boris pointed out the targets.

"That is DCI Gene Hunt. And that is his lovely assistant, DI Alex Drake. I want you to split them up using any means necessary. Get Hunt to kick her off his team, suspend her, anything really except kill her. Just make sure she is out of commission, and Hunt hates her. But, for God's sake, don't let them figure out what you are doing!"

That was a few weeks ago. He had told her to wait, to plot and scheme until she got a call from him. Jenette had been doing a bit of digging on Hunt, sending in people to figure him out. She looked at her notes. He was known in the station as the "Manc Lion." If Gene was a lion, then he was the head of the pride. Tall, attractive, and domineering, he ruled over his station with an iron thumb. No one stood up to him, save for one brave soul, just as stubborn as he. And he allowed her stubbornness. That's what made the station thrive.

Finally, Jenette got a call.

"Meet me outside Fenchurch. I'll let you know what to do from there."

Jenette got ready slowly; wanting to make sure she looked good. Boris Johnson was a handsome man, and she had a thing for blondes. That's why she was doing the job. It wasn't just the money, which Boris had promised would be sky-high. Gene Hunt was a blonde. An overweight and somewhat old one, but handsome nonetheless.

In the end, all the time she spent primping didn't matter. She stood out in front of the station when a man walked up to her.

"Jenette Rivens?"

"Yeah," she said.

"This is for you." He handed her an envelope and a cassette tape, dated November 10th. Then the man walked off. Sliding the cassette into her pocket, she proceeded to open the envelope, which had been addressed to her.

My dear Jennette:

I'm sorry I could not meet you in person. DI Drake knows my face, and if she were to see me standing out here, she would cause a riot. Everything needs to be complete by tomorrow morning. If Alex is still part of the team, there is no money.

Here is what you need to do. Somehow, get that tape to Hunt. Make sure that he doesn't trust Drake anymore. Then after tomorrow, that money is yours. I appreciate what you are doing, and am sorry for any further sacrifices you are going to make.

Sincerely,

Boris Johnson

Jenette stared at the letter. What did he mean by that last line? She shrugged it off. She had a job to do.

*

Jenette waited anxiously outside CID. She had walked in and asked the man to speak to Hunt, but he wasn't there. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, she heard his voice echo down the hallway. She stood up, and Gene nearly ran her over. The man at the desk looked relieved.

"Ah, Guv. This woman wants you."

"Can I help you, love?"

Jenette looked at him. She hadn't expected him to be so powerful and domineering. She couldn't do it.

"Um... I dunno."

"Well don't be put off by my aftershave. Underneath I'm a very nice man."

"No, I'll leave it," she said, silently kickng herself inside. As she walked out, she heard the man at the desk and Gene Hunt continue their conversation.

"What was that all about?"

"Dunno."

Jenette walked out the doors and into the street, wishing Boris had met her that morning.

I hope you enjoyed the first chapter! I'm not entirely sure how this will play out (well I am up to a certain point, thanks to the lovely writers at the BBC) :) TBC