Gene sat in his office after a tiring day, his feet up on his desk, with a tumbler of whiskey in his hand. They had eventually managed to calm down the new arrival, and found out his name was DI Thomas Clarke. One argument had already erupted when the new skip went to write down his bleeding name, when he howled in anguish.
"It's spelt with an E on the end you fool!" Thomas howled, before being silenced by the roar of the Manc Lion.
"I don't care how your bloody name is spelt Clarky, but you treat me officers wit' respect, OK!"
The new trembling DI murmured, and quickly turned away to look at his new desk. Gene felt a twinge of sadness – he was at Alex's desk. His Bolly's desk.
"Right I've had enough of you lot, go an' have a pint somewhere," Gene ordered his team.
They marched out of CID's doors past him, Poirot and Terry the last to leave. Even the new guy went with them, leaving Gene in CID alone. He would join them later; for now, it felt like he was grieving. He looked at the empty desks outside his office, all belonging to Shaz, Ray and Chris, and felt sad at losing his faithful officers. And then there was Bolls – although she was a bloody pain in the arse, Gene thought to himself, I need her. He sighed heavily, before lighting a cigarette and downing his Whiskey. God he missed Bolly, and he let his mind wonder back to the memories they shared together. When she first arrived, looking like a prostitute, he couldn't help but admit she was gorgeous. That red dress...it still made Gene dream about even now. He remembered when they were locked in the underground vault at Edgehampton, the look of despair in her eyes at the thought of death.
Then the memory of when they were taking Mac down, a corrupt super destroying the Met, entered his mind. He was always going to tell her, because he trusted her. He closed his eyes as he recalled her words.
"I thought I'd lost you." Alex said, looking deeply into his blue, piercing eyes.
Gene didn't know what to say, but he never left her hazel eyes. She lent forward slightly, only to be interrupted by Shaz...
He now knew what he would have said to her then.
'Bloody 'ell, the Gene Genie is turnin' soft. Grow up you poof,' Gene thought to himself. He sighed once again, before going to find a new boozer.
This is my first fanfic, so be nice! :) But I would appreicate some feedback, and I plan to include a few more chapters!
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