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A red Audi Quatro which would one day become the iconic car of the decade drove along the motorway. The bright red paintwork now dappled with falling rain from the velvet sky. The cool winter weather was yet another icon but of the country. Rain pattered down on the cool glass as the car drove. To all who looked on it was just another passing vehicle. To most a group of people passing unnoticed by the people surrounding. But inside was an air of what some would call magic. But not he - for him magic was just luck, and luck was chance. For him it was an air of amazement, of a second chance at life.
He drove slower than was expected by most. The bold, brash, fists first questions later DCI, with his northern accent, blonde hair and piercing blue eyes was a different person today. He drove in a way which had been tamed down by one woman. The red car that had once souly been known for chasing after criminals on the winding back streets of London had now been transformed into a car that drove safely for the two currently in a state of slumber in the back were more precious to him than gold, riches and life its self.
For once there was no crying in the car, the tape playing had long since been stopped and now there was a peaceful yet all so comfortable silence filling the car. The sound of the pitter pattering rain on the window lulled two of the cars passengers into a peaceful sleep. Gene sat up front, watching the road, resisting the urge to go faster on the empty roads. In the back Alex had been watching the yellow orange of the street lights reflecting in the small droplets of water on the window, now though she'd given in to the heavy sensation of her eyelids drooping and allowed sleep to overcome her knowing that the person next to her was safe.
Gene letting his DI stay with him back when they'd all gone into the Railway Arms a year ago had been the best thing he could have done. Now he was happily married and leaving a life he could only ever of dreamed of. Alex hand a man in her life who was the perfect husband and after accepting this was now her home the perfect father too. Her hand rested on the baby seat beside her, a small hand clasped longingly and supportively around her little finger. From the front Gene looked in the rear view mirror at his beautiful sleeping wife, finally peaceful after being discharged from hospital. And next to her the tiny bundle of pink that his daughter, his very own flesh of blood and he felt a strange sense of pride that for the two sat there he would do anything, they had his heart.
The little bundle of pink that was his daughter fluttered her eyes open and he silently hoped for her not to cry and wake her mother. She didn't, just looked at him with her big blue curious eyes. There she was, his daughter: Fiona Molly Hunt.