Hi guys :) This is my first FanFic so be nice as I'm only 13 and in bottom set English ;) Which also means I am quite slow at writing. Enjoy xxxx
Chapter One
Alex watched as Gene slammed the phone down, downing his glass of scotch in one mouthful. He stood up, kicking his desk, and came out of office.
"Right you lot," he shouted, scowling. "As you probably already know, it's the time of year that the supers like to hold a Police Charity Ball. And as not one person from this department went last year, this year we all have to go." Everyone groaned except Alex, who looked excited.
"What's wrong with going to it?" She asked. "It sounds fun."
Gene smiled sarcastically. "Oh it's bloody great fun," he said. "You want to know why? The chief superintendent, who organises it, doesn't bloody drink! In fact, he so against it that nobody else is allowed a bastard drink either!"
"What, so you can't even bring your own booze?" Alex asked.
"Not a bloody drop!" Gene said angrily.
Alex sighed. "You don't need alcohol to have a good time," she said. Laughter and mutters of "Typical bloody women" filled the room. Alex rolled her eyes, carrying on with filling in the forms scattered across her desk. Gene turned to go back into his office then realised he'd missed something.
"Oh, by the way," he spat. "The super expects us all to have bloody dates!" He slammed the door to his office, sitting down behind his desk and pouring himself a large scotch. Alex wondered who she would go with, and immediately thought of Gene. Would he want to go with her? As friends of course. Probably not, she thought, he's probably going to go with some random person he meets in Luigi's the night before. And what am I going to wear? The only decent dress I have is that hooker outfit, and I don't think that would go down too well.
"You need to get a decent suit baby," Shaz was saying to Chris.
"What wrong with the one I've already got?" He asked, flicking bits of paper around the room.
"Everything," she said. "It's awful. It stinks of cigarettes and old sweat and looks like it's been at the bottom of the Thames for years. Get a proper suit."
"Ok, ok," he said, giving in. "But I'm not spending loads on it. I don't bloody wear suits."
Shaz grinned and kissed him on the cheek, going back to her desk. Alex smiled. She didn't know what it was like to be in love, real love anyway. Her bastard of and ex-husband had buggered of with another woman and left her with a six month old baby. She sighed, looking over at Gene. She didn't know why, but whenever she looked at him she got this funny feeling in the pit of her stomach. A soft, warm feeling that made her feel on top of the world. She chose to ignore these feelings, scared of what they could mean. She finished filling in the forms, wondering whether or not to give them to Gene now. She stood up and knocked on Gene's office's door.
"Come in," he said, not looking up. She walked in, shutting the door behind her and placing the forms on his desk. He looked up. "You feeling a bit better now bolls?" He said. "You're not going to run off crying again are you?"
"No, gov," she said, smiling. She hadn't been the happiest of people recently. Every time she thought of them she just wanted to curl up into a ball and sob her heart out. She could still feel the heat as Evan's car had erupted into flames, shooting fire through the blue sky, taking her parents with it.
He smiled back at her. "Good," he said. "What do you think about this Police Charity do then Bollyknickers?" He leaned back in his chair.
"I, erm, think it's a good idea, shame about the booze though," she said. She looked down. "Do you, erm, have any idea who you're going with yet?"
He looked at her, hiding a smirk. She can't resist the Gene Genie, he thought to himself. "No," he said. "Have you?"
"Maybe," she said, flashing a smile that made his insides melt.
"And are you going to tell Uncle Gene who you have in mind?" He said.
She smirked. "Hmmm… no," she said, turning around, hesitating slightly to give him a full view of her arse, and walking back to her desk.
He smiled to himself, wondering who she was going to ask. Probably not me, he thought, but who else is there that she can go with? Raymondo? Somehow, he didn't think that was likely. Alex wouldn't enjoy an evening of getting felt up by someone with a moustache and a perm, she would like something romantic. The second he thought that he realised how much of a poof he sounded. He decided to go beat up some scum to make him feel less poofy. He stood up, walking out of his office.
"Right, let's go interview that bastard from cell three, come on bolls," he said. She stood up, smiling at him.
They walked into the interview room and sat down. Jason Toffing, the criminal, was already in there, smoking and trying to make himself look as hard as possible. He was 34 years old, had shiny black hair that fell into his face whenever he moved his head, which meant that he was constantly blowing his hair out of his face. He wasn't very tall and was very pale, with a face like a bulldog chewing a wasp.
"Jason Toffing," Alex said, frowning as she read his file.
"Yeah, that's me," he said, scowling as he blew smoke in her face, making her cough.
She took a sip of coffee. "You're in here on suspicion of assaulting a pensioner."
"That's right, but you've got no proof, so I don't think I'll be here long." His voice was squeaky, like a teenager whose voice had just broken.
"It seems this isn't the first time you've been here," Alex said. "In January last year you were arrested for robbing the post office on Meverson Lane but weren't charged. Earlier this year you were fined for dangerous driving and in August you were fined for cycling around London naked."
He rolled his eyes. "Didn't do the first one, and I've never been fined in my life so I didn't do the others either," he said.
"But you did knock a pensioner out with a cricket bat," Alex said.
He leant forwards, smirking. "You have no proof to say that I did."
"We've got witnesses. The pensioner said it was you as well. We've got all the proof we need," she said.
"And if we need any more we can conveniently find it," Gene said.
"You can't do that," Jason said, looking worried.
"Oh can't we," Gene said, smirking at him.
"I want a lawyer," he said, shaking slightly.
"And I want my DI to start talking sense but we all know that's not going to happen," Gene said, rolling up his sleeves, standing up and throwing Jason into the wall, pinning his arm behind his back. He squeaked in pain.
"Did you or did you not assault Tracy Newson?" Alex asked, used to Gene's behaviour by now.
"No," he said, raising his voice slightly. Gene smashed him into the wall again.
"Tell the bloody truth!" He shouted.
"NO!" Jason screamed. Gene spun him round, kneeing him in-between his legs. He groaned.
"Allow me to ask you again," Alex said. "Did you or did you not assault Tracy Newson?"
"Yes!" He shouted, his voice even higher now. "I did it! It was me!"
Gene threw him on the floor, kicking him hard in the stomach. "Scum," he muttered before leaving the room, Alex following closely behind.
They entered CID, which was quiet, only the sounds of Chris making paper aeroplanes and Ray on the phone asking someone to the Charity thing. Alex sat at her desk, watching Gene as he walked into his office, her heart fluttering in her chest. Damn you Gene Hunt, she thought. Why did he make her feel like this? She didn't have a clue. It's probably just my subconscious messing with my head, she thought.
"Ma'am? Ma'am?" Shaz said, waving her hand about in front of Alex's face. Alex jumped.
"Wha- Sorry Shaz, I was miles away," she said, smiling and laughing softly.
"It's ok," Shaz said, smiling. "Do you know who you're going to the Police Ball with yet?"
She quickly looked at Gene, then back at Shaz. "No," she said, shaking her head. "I don't know who I'm going to go with."
"You should go with the gov," Shaz said.
"Nah, he wouldn't want to go with me," Alex said, shaking her head.
"Yes he would," Shaz said, grinning at her. "You should ask him, the worst he can do is say no."
Alex smiled. "I'll think about it," she said, but she now knew that he was the person she wanted to go with.
The rest of the day passed quickly, and everyone was now making their way down to Luigi's. Alex walked into Gene's office.
"You coming to Luigi's?" She asked, smiling.
"Yes," he grumbled, standing up and getting his coat.
"Erm, Gene," Alex said. Gene froze, she never called him Gene. He looked at her; she was looking down, trying not to look at him.
"What?" He said, his voice softer than usual. He cursed, hoping she hadn't noticed.
"You know the Police Charity thing," she said, still looking down. "Would you, erm, like to go with me? As friends of course." She added quickly. She looked up, immediately losing herself in his beautiful blue eyes.
He tried his best not to smile, failing miserably.
"Ok," he said. "I can reconnect my phone now; I had to unplug it because it wouldn't stop ringing with people wanting to go with me." He smirked.
"Yeah right," she said, smiling.
He smiled back at her. "Cheeky mare," he said, turning the lights in his office off and walking with her out of CID.
They arrived at Luigi's, sitting at their usual table in the corner, Alex with red wine and Gene with a pint. Gene was sitting closer to Alex than usual, actually listening to her. She saw him looking at her.
"What?" She said, looking into his eyes.
"Nothing," he said, looking away and taking a big gulp of beer. She smirked, taking a sip of her wine.
Three hours, five bottles of wine and eleven pints later, Gene and Alex were the only ones left in Luigi's. Luigi came up to them in his pyjamas.
"Signor Hunt, Signorina Drake. It is very late," he said, attempting to take their drinks away. Alex's grip tightened on her glass.
"We're having fun, Luigi," Alex squealed, hiccoughing.
"Yes Luigi, we're having fun, you should try it sometime," Gene said and Luigi rolled his eyes, sighing. "Get us another bloody drink," Gene slurred.
"Me too," Alex said, giggling. "In fact, get me a double, triple scotch." She fell about laughing. Gene chuckled softly as Luigi went and got them their drinks, muttering to himself. He came back.
"I go to bed now," he said, putting down their drinks and going upstairs, leaving them alone together. Alex took a big gulp of scotch.
"Since when have you liked whiskey?" Gene asked, frowning. She put her glass down, swaying.
"Since I came here. Be- because..." She trailed off, losing herself in his eyes.
"Because what Bolly?" He asked.
She quickly thought of something. "Because... I'd never tried it before I came here." She grinned, happy that she'd come up with something believable.
He smirked. He knew she was lying, but didn't ask her about it anymore. They finished their drinks. "Where's bloody Luigi?" Gene slurred. "Luigi! Get us some bloody drinks!" He shouted as Alex collapsed in a fit of giggles. Luigi didn't reply. He was tucked up in bed, fast asleep.
"I've got booze upstairs," Alex said, smirking. "You can come up for a quick drink if you want."
He looked into her eyes, wondering what she was thinking. "Ok," he said, standing up and swaying slightly. "Lead the way DI Bollyknickers."
She grinned, standing up too. They stumbled drunkenly up the stairs and finally got into her flat. She went to get the drinks and he leant back on the sofa.
She came back with their drinks. "Here," she said, giving him his and sitting down. "This is all I have; I must have drunk it all." She giggled madly, swallowing a mouthful of wine.
He took a sip of his, almost choking on it. "This is Luigi's bleeding house rubbish, isn't it?" He said, coughing.
"Yep," she said, grinning. "Nice, isn't it?"
"Oh yeah, it's bloody brilliant," he said sarcastically. Alex laughed. Gene loved it when she laughed; it took his breath away every time. He smiled at her and she smiled back, getting that warm, soft feeling in her stomach again. She wanted nothing else but for him to hold her in his arms. The second she thought this she thought about how inappropriate it would be. We wouldn't last 5 minutes anyway, she thought, we argue too much. But maybe that would change? She doubted it.
They finished their drinks and Gene stood up. "Right, I'll be leaving you in peace Bolls," he said, swaying slightly as he walked to the door.
"I don't think so," she said, jumping to her feet. "You're staying here tonight."
He raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Is that a promise Bolly?" He asked.
She tried to look serious but couldn't help smiling. "No, you're too drunk to drive," she said. "You can sleep on the sofa."
He sighed. "Ok," he said, walking back towards the sofa. She smiled at him.
"The bathroom's through the bedroom," she said, going into the bedroom. He followed, going into the bathroom as she started to remove her jewellery.
Ten minutes later Gene came out of the bathroom wearing only his vest and boxers and immediately noticing Alex's extremely short black nightdress. He looked up to find Alex looking him up and down. Hiding a smirk, he looked into Alex's eyes. She had gone slightly red and smiled at him. "Night," he said softly.
"Night," she said too. "If you need an extra blanket just ask."
"Thanks," he said, leaving her room and going to the bed she had laid out for him. He climbed in, instantly noticing how much the sheets smelt like her and inhaling deeply, lost in her scent. Stop acting like a poof, he told himself, still sniffing the sheets. He got comfortable, holding the sheets close, and closed his eyes, convincing himself that she was lying there next to him, drifting into a peaceful and dreamless sleep.
Alex came out of the bathroom and peeked through her bedroom door to see if Gene was asleep yet. She frowned, seeing him fast asleep with the sheets pressed against his face, then smiled. He's even more beautiful when he's asleep, she thought, staring at him. She turned and got into bed, pulling the sheets over her as it was a cold night, wishing that Gene was there next to her.