Chapter One-Competition

"Fandabydozy, now then bollenger knickers, you gonna kiss me or punch me?"

Alex Drake looked Gene Hunt in the eye, for a moment she contemplated his suggestion, wondering just what it might feel like to kiss the mighty "Gene".

She threw his hand away from her chest and gave him a dirty look. If he wanted to play hard up, she was ready for a fight.

"Walk away all you want Bolly, no matter what you say or do, it's my department, my rules"

She knew he hated her going against him, and this case had been going nowhere until she had stepped in. Jaques Vesseron had slipped through CID's fingers without them even knowing. Alex blamed Gene of course, if he had spent less time thinking about what to drink at Luigi's, Vesseron would be behind bars with one less murder under his belt.

Alex took a breath and turned back to face Gene,
"Vesseron will no doubt be back from Paris in a few days, and we have a chance to get him off of the streets Gene"

Gene Hunt thought for a moment, his DI's ideas never agreed with him, rather the same with the steak and chips pizza he'd eaten the other week, and he thought he had a bad taste in meals. Next time spaghetti hoops on toast would do the job fine.

"So, whaddaya suggest then?" he retorted. Drake's eyes lit up, giving Gene that uneasy feeling in his stomach again.

"We find out when Vesseron is due back, and we grab him as soon as he steps into Heathrow Airport arrivals" explained Alex.

"Of course, excellent idea Bolly. Just a slight note to yourself...one look at us lot and he's doin a runner, or had you forgotten that minor little detail?" argued Gene.

Before Alex could get her reply in, Chris entered the interview room, earning a death glare from his DCI.

"CHRIS!! DO YOU NOT KNOW DOORS ARE SHUT FOR A REASON??" bellowed Gene, startling Chris.

"Err, no Guv, sorry, but erm, Ray's just ad special branch on the phone, that French bloke Vesseron's back tomorrow afternoon from Paris" explained Chris, cup of tea in one hand, pink wafer in the other. Alex looked at Gene. He despised that look. The look of 'she knew she was right over him' look.
"Right. Tomorrow afternoon, we go undercover and nail 'im" announced Gene, smugly knowing he'd taken Drake's words out of her mouth.

"Can I come?" asked Chris, "I've never been to London Airport before"