A/N Thought I'd have a go at the wedding, I sometimes lack description in my writing, tend to get carried away forgetting the reader can't see what's goin on in my head. Anyway hope you like it, please review (also it's un Beta'd so sorry for any errors I've missed)

Be My Date

Standing in front of the full length mirror she smoothed her dress down. It was a struggle to find tasteful clothes in the 80s, well tasteful dresses anyway. Unless you wanted to look like a blancmange, with big puffy shoulders and more ruffles than you knew what to do with. She'd managed to find a damson coloured knee length dress, with thin straps, made of satin, it hugged her curves in all the right places. "Not much room for food" she thought to herself, she was scared to breathe out in case it split at the seams, what she'd give for some Bridget Jones' style pants, she mused. She'd finished the look with strappy stilettos and clutch purse. After many attempts to style her hair she'd given up and decided her usual style was the best, it was difficult to get that smooth and sleek 'look' without the aid of hair straightners. Her mind started to wander, what would he be wearing today?

ooOoo

Standing in front of the full length mirror, looking at his clothes, "Bloody 'ell I'm turnin' into a bloody fairy" he said to himself. He was wearing a dark blue suit, white shirt and pale blue tie, his customary boots exchange for black polished shoes. His floppy blonde hair was still messy but he had been for a trim, why was he bothering so much? It was only a wedding, he never made this much effort, not even for his own wedding. He was doing it for her, "Well Gene Genie, you'll 'ave ter do" he said, grabbing his long dark coat and car keys.

ooOoo

They'd decided to go together, just as friends, though she'd made that clear hadn't she? She'd promised Chris and Shaz she'd do her best to keep the Guv sober, although they both knew this was an impossible task. Ray wouldn't be a problem, now he'd found a suitable 'bird' to bring along he wasn't worried about what 80 year old Aunts of Shaz he'd be sat with, he was nervous about his speech, but he wouldn't admit it to anyone. "Well it's now or never Alex" she said to herself, even though it was late October she'd decided to go without a jacket, she couldn't find anything to go with her dress and had decided against her white leather jacket.

ooOoo

Chris and Ray were stood at the altar, Ray was giving Chris some encouraging words, along the lines of 'soft' and 'poofta'.

"But what if she doesn't turn up?" Chris asked nervously

"Of course she'll bloody turn up, she hasn't gone on about anythin' else since you asked 'er." He looked at Chris who'd gone deathly white, "'Ere, you aren't goin' ter chuck up are yer?" Ray asked almost sounding concerned.

"I aren't feeling too well"

"Look mate" Ray said, sensing now wasn't the time for insults, "She lovers yer ok? So stop worrying you twonk" he couldn't get through a whole sentence like that without adding some kind of insult, people would think he was a poof.

ooOoo

Shit, he was going to be late; as long as he got there before the bride it'd be ok. He shifted a gear sending the Quattro screeching round the corner, causing a pedestrian to leap out the way, "Get out the bloody road!" he shouted, he could see the Church coming up, he slammed on outside, the vicar was waiting. Turning the engine off he went to get out of the car.

"Sorry Sir you can't park there" said the vicar

"I'm a DCI I'll park where ever I bloody well want"

"I don't care who you are that space is reserved for the bride"

Grumbling Gene got back in the car and moved it further down the road.

ooOoo

Shit, she was going to be late, why the hell had she said she'd make her own way there? Could this taxi driver not go any quicker? She heard a screech of tyres and saw the Quattro flying round the corner, she sighed in relief, at least she wasn't the only one who was running late. She felt butterflies in the pit of her stomach, it was the thought of seeing him, it was almost like she needed his stamp of approval, stamp she giggled to herself, causing the taxi driver to give her a funny look in the rear view mirror, the time he decided she needed to have her arse stamped.

"That'll be four quid love" said the driver snapping her out of her day dream. Handing over the money she got out of the car and smoothed her dress down, 'Well at least I made it before the bride' she muttered, as she walked towards the church.

ooOoo

"Alex I was getting a little concerned about you." He said

"Sorry, slow taxi driver"

"I told you I could have picked you up" he replied looking her up and down, his heart skipped a beat, she'd never looked so beautiful.

"It's fine at least I'm here now" she said smiling sweetly.

"Right, let's go take our seats" he held an arm out to her, she linked her arm through his and walked in to the church.

ooOoo

Gene stood watching them, he'd decided to have a quick fag before going in to the church, didn't like churches, reminded him of his wedding, had he every loved his wife? He honestly couldn't remember.

Why hadn't he asked her to be his date for the wedding? You're an idiot Gene, he thought to himself, he'd waited too long, so she'd asked that posh bloody bastard Evan wanker White. Even if he had asked her she would have probably turned him down, that was the reason he'd left it so long, couldn't bear the thought of her rejecting him, he felt like he'd been stabbed in the heart when she'd told him she was bringing Evan, she'd asked casually who he was bringing, nobody that's who, he didn't have anyone to bring, didn't want to bring any body, not unless it had been her.

A/N

Hope you liked it... I've already written the service but it needs tweaking, so will post once I'm happy with it, thanks for reading