Hi and thanks for checking it out! Certain in the knowledge that I'll never get enough of Alex and Gene to make me happy, I've decided to write up a little relationship action for each episode, slotting it in where it makes the most sense to me. Hopefully you will be able to tell where it fits into the show, but if not please let me know and I'll work on making it clearer.

This is an experiment, so I really don't know how it will turn out. All reviews are welcome, but if you're really not into mature Alex/Gene fics you might not want to read ahead.

Thanks as usual to my tireless editor.

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Alex shook her head. That can't be it. But the blood was real enough, and all over Gene. He looked so tired, slumped in his chair. She didn't want to see him like this. He was stronger than this.

Gene shifted in his chair, running his hand through his hair. It was wet, felt dirty. He wanted to get out of this place. Start over. "I should go home. Get some sleep. Too bloody old for this." When did he start to feel so alone? And so bloody far from home? "Two murders to get on with tomorrow." He leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees as he rubbed his hands in front of him.

"Oh Gene" Alex mimicked his action, closing the space between them and half whispering. "For the last time, you're not old." She kissed him on the cheek. He smelled dark, tasted like sweat and smoke and blood. She lingered just a bit too long.

Slowly Gene moved his cheek against her lips, "Bolls" he growled, unable to hold back a sigh as he pressed his lips gently to hers, savoring the taste, the smell of her skin. How could she still smell so good, after everything that happened tonight?

Alex breathed deep. "Gene?" She watched him take a deep breath, as if preparing to say something.

"You could come wi' me, Bolls." He looked at her. "Would be OK. If you want, I mean." His gaze fell to the floor, away from her.

It had almost happened more than once. They'd spend the evening drinking at Luigi's and Gene would walk her up to her flat out of some drunken sense of chivalry. They'd wind up inside, hands where they shouldn't be, mouths...she kissed him once. He was so drunk she was sure he'd never remember, still sure he didn't, and she had wanted to. But one of them always stopped it from going too far. Whatever happened, by the next day everything had gone back to normal. It hadn't seemed to hurt their relationship at all. In fact, Alex thought to herself, it might have got better because of it.

She hesitated for only a split second. Maybe she was here for something else, too. "Yeah" she heard herself say. "Yeah, OK."

Gene sped through the nearly empty streets, more reckless than she had ever seen him, and Alex dug her fingernails into her palms to keep from screaming.

Wordlessly he walked up to one of the doors facing the street and slid a key in the lock. "This one's mine." He indicated a door on the left as he slid a key into the lock.

Alex followed him into a small but tidy entryway and stopped as he dropped his keyring onto a small table. She could just see past him into a small sitting room.

"Make yerself comfy." He shrugged out of his stained jacket and dropped it on a hallway chair then pulled his shirt open, ripping the tails from his waistband. Alex looked away, not embarrassed exactly. "Kitchen's down the hall to the left." Then he turned down the hall making a right. Alex heard a door slam and water running.

Uncertainly, she wandered into the kitchen and after pulling open a few doors found two clean glasses. She filled them both with whisky, sitting in the dark kitchen and waiting for Gene to join her.

Why was she here? She was sure he didn't want to be alone, but did she come just to keep him company? A sympathy shag? Was that what he wanted? Suddenly she wasn't so sure of anything. She shivered a bit as she brought the glass to her lips.

Alex had almost finished her whisky by the time Gene joined her, wearing a clean shirt and a pair of well worn jeans, rubbing his hair with a towel. Throwing the towel over a chair he picked up the second glass from the table and gulped, but he didn't sit, instead leaning up against the counter, legs sticking out in front of him. She couldn't believe how attractive he looked, and she had to look away.

"You sure you want to be here?" His voice was a low rumble.

Alex stood, looking up into his eyes. She could always tell what was going on in his head through them. If he was angry, playful, entirely annoyed with her. She frequently saw the barely concealed lust fighting with his better judgment. But not tonight. Tonight she couldn't read them.

Gene looked at her, thinking about the last time he was in her flat. It was a week earlier. They'd got drunk and she'd dragged him upstairs, not for the first time. She'd practically sat on his lap and he took the opportunity to run his hands over her thighs, around her waist. He was surprised when she kissed him, but he'd hardly minded. Eventually he'd gone home and tossed off.

Now she was in his kitchen, waiting for him to do something.

He slipped his hand into hers and pulled her toward him, one second turning into another, then another, one hand moved to her waist as she came closer. And then he was kissing her. Or she was kissing him. He didn't know. He knew that her hand had moved to his chest, and he held her face, and it seemed to go on forever.

Alex parted her lips slightly and Gene pulled away. She stepped back, stunned.

"Gene are you -" His lips drowned the rest. He didn't want her to ask if he was sure, what was going to happen. He didn't want her to change her mind even though he knew he shouldn't do this. They shouldn't do this. His brain screamed at him to stop, that this could not end well, that he should get her home. His body screamed louder, drowning out his thoughts. He needed this, her, and tonight he wasn't going to deny it. Slowly he pulled her closer, his hands sliding down around her waist and pulling her tight as he lifted her just off the floor.

She held him tightly, kissing him as he carried her down the hall and into the bedroom. It was the stress, she told herself. They both needed the connection, the release. It didn't mean anything. She watched Gene leave the bar with a different woman so often she lost count. This wouldn't mean anything to him, it couldn't. It was just sex. She kept telling herself that as he set her down next to his bed, shaking as his hands pulled her shirt over her head and his tongue slid in and out of her mouth.

His brain was still telling him to stop as he brought Alex to his bedroom, but his body was listening to hers. Her soft moans as he kissed her, her nipples as they peaked under his touch, her hands as they traveled his body, pushing his shirt up over his shoulders. Together they reached for each other's jeans, snaps and zips popping and pulling. He felt her tentatively slide her hands around his waistband, he felt her uncertainty.

"Not plannin' to work me up and then come over all shy on me now, are yeh Bolls?" he growled into her ear.

Alex shuddered. She needed the release. "No Gene" she whispered back, gasping a little as she pushed his jeans down, exposing him, fully erect. The sight of him turned her inside out and she ran her hand along his length, her thumb gently over his head as he kissed her hard. Maybe it was more than just a release. She shook her head. Just enjoy it Alex. Don't overthink. You need this, you both do. It was too long overdue.

Gene made quick work of the rest of her clothes and wrestled her gently to the bed, quickly settling between her legs. He knew he should take his time, if it was never going to happen again he wanted it to last. The hands roaming his body had other ideas. He burned under her touch, the dull ache between his legs too strong to deny. Dipping his head to capture her mouth again he shifted his weight to his knees and entered her slowly, allowing himself to enjoy the look on her face as he took her.

Alex whimpered lightly as Gene pulled out slowly, pushing deeper with each thrust, pulling out just as slowly. Her only thought now the feel of his legs against her thighs, of his cock deep inside her over and over and over. She writhed under him as he gradually found a rhythm, her nails digging into his arse as he moaned into her shoulder, nipped at her flesh. Her entire body throbbed with desire as he drove her further and further toward the edge, spiraling out of control. My god, it – he, felt better than she'd ever imagined.

Gene couldn't believe he hadn't come yet. He could barely think, barely breath as she whispered in his ear, encouraging him, needing him. His own need surprised him more. Promising everything, pledging anything, needing her desperately. He wanted it to be real. Needing to see her he pushed up on one arm, one hand roaming her body, her breasts, her nipples hard between his fingers. He watched as she sucked on his fingers, her eyes closed. Finally sweaty and nearly spent he thrust harder, faster, groaning when he could no longer hold on, Alex clenched tightly around him as her own climax ripped his from his body.

He didn't move for what felt like ages, and when he finally did it was to kiss her across her shoulder, her throat, her mouth. He didn't know what he wanted, and kissing her would prolong anything, he hoped. She was quiet, her arms still wrapped around him. When he finally did move he rolled wordlessly onto his back, staring at the ceiling.

Alex lay still in the dark for a while, she didn't know how long. Gene's breathing had slowed and she was sure he'd fallen asleep. Thinking she should leave, she quietly slipped out of the bed and gathered her clothes from the floor.

"You leavin'?" He startled her.

She swallowed, looking at his silhouette in the dim light coming in through the window. "Thought I should."

"Hmm." She heard him move and realized he had sat up. "That bad, eh?"

"Um, no. Not that, um -" She gathered her clothes up off the floor, holding them in front of her.

"Because I thought, well, it seemed like you..." he trailed off. "You know" he nodded, bending his neck slightly to look at the curve of her arse.

"Yeah. Yes. I mean it was very good." she took a deep breath. "I just didn't think you'd want me to stay the night. You don't seem the spend the night type."

He shook his head and Alex watched him get out of bed and open a nearby window, stopping to light a cigarette as he sat back down, his legs stretched out in front of him in the dark room.

"Not usually, no."

She watched his silhouette as he blew smoke toward the ceiling, thoughtful expression on his face.

"You could stay, you know. If you want." He glanced at her and then back at the ceiling. "I'll drop you off home on the way in." He looked at her again, standing naked at the side of his bed, her clothes bunched up in a ball as she held them in front of her. He had hoped they could do it again.

Alex hesitated. They shouldn't. "I'm not sure it's a good idea?"

He knocked his head back against the wall and sighed.. "Drake, it's after three o'clock in the bloody morning." He patted the bed next to him. "Get back in."

As she slid under the sheet he snaked an arm around her waist pulling her closer, then on top of him. He kissed her again. Took her again.