Ashes to Ashes - Behind The Manc Lion's Den

Chapter 1

Gene Hunt cared considerably a lot about some collectable items, which he had chosen to lock away in the desk drawers and cabinet in his office. He owned signed Manchester City personalized autographs and Cassettes/Vinyls records of Roger Whitaker and Herb Alpert songs, which he had happily bought and collected over the years. These were personal belongings which he looked reasonably reluctant to let on about. Well what would be the exact point of admitting to having these anyway, as no doubt Alex wouldn't be able to resist making one of her jokey comments. She would certainly enjoy having fun at his expense. If anyone else dared to take a sneaky rummage through his desk drawers then, they would be left with ringing ears, after receiving a right Bollocking of a tell off from Gene.

Meanwhile, while Ray sorted out a pile of paperwork and was taking a few puffs of his cigarette and Chris was bobbing his head back and forth, to whatever music tape he happened to be listening to. Alex genuinely looked more interested and intent on finding out, the real reason for why Gene didn't like anything being touched or moved in his office.

She kept her eyes firmly and concentrated on him, as she watched him pottering around his small office, like an Army General, getting ready to put together one big speech. "One thing I don't get with Gene, why on earth does he insist on being so overprotective with whatever he has put away in his office. It's not like I would try to embarrass him or anything, if I did find out what he has hidden away." She turned to ask Ray, managing to avoid breathing in the heavy smoke.

"I reckon it's probably some knock-off Man City merchandise, that he doesn't want to mention to us, that he's got. The Guv's always keeps a lot of things to himself, especially when belongings are involved. Back in the day, at the old office in Manchester, he always careful to lock away whatever rubbish items he had in his office. Sam told Chris once, when he was talking with the Guv about a case, he spotted a pair of blue ankle socks hanging out of the desk drawer. The Guv went right red in the face, probably from embarrassment, which he's never done before." Ray remarked, the look of curiosity suddenly crossed his mind, as he began to wonder about what possible cunning plan his fellow DI might cleverly have up her sleeve.

"I hope you're not planning on thinking of what I think you're doing Drake. The Guv will go spear, if he catches you, taking a peak through his stuff." The time felt perfect enough now to tell her now, that she shouldn't be thinking twice about trying to piss off Gene, if he were to catch her in his office.

"That's were you're wrong Raymondo." She smiled considerately, by taking a leaf out of DCI Hunt's book, by calling Ray "Raymondo like he preferred to normally do so. Of course after getting to know plenty about her over the last three years and having become good friends with her, he was obviously right to succinctly voice his opinion, as he knew she would no doubt, be up to something no good. Yes that's what exactly she had in mind but it just wasn't going to be regarding his prized belongings, no she had something more suggestively planned out for Gene, for later on that afternoon, early evening.

"Right I'm going outside for another smoke and some fresh air. Tell Chris when he's finally finished head dancing, that he needs to drop off those evidence folders on his desk, back at the front desk pronto." Ray said, after glancing over to DC Skelton's untidy desk. He turned back and instantly acknowledged Alex getting distracted while she was staring across at Gene's office.

Ray thought he should give her some effective and helpful advice. "Look If you want to ask the Guv out, just go for it, there's nothing stopping you." Clearly he hadn't guess the real reason behind why she couldn't resist looking straight across at DCI Hunt's main office. If he had smartly worked it out, presumably he would probably be telling her to not rush herself into doing what posh birds like do, whenever they want to getting their hands on some lucky nonce.

"I will when I get the chance, I just think now's not the perfect time, to be asking him if he might want to come up to my flat for an evening meal for two." Alex maintained her reason for believing this, mentioning it out loud. She gave her colleague, a slender smile just as he opted to choose that precise moment to leave the office temporarily and head outside to the car park. Once he left, she returned her attention back to the man, she longed to get her hands on and to urgently kiss those wonderful lips of his. She wondered how she had efficaciously managed to restrain herself for all this time, from trying to do this. Also she couldn't help but curiously wonder whether or not he had any sort of hunch, of knowing just how much she wanted him.

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As boredom kicked in, Gene was therefore keeping himself very busy, by drawing a sketch of himself flooring Jim Keats with one mighty punch. He had already finished another drawing before his current one, this earlier drawing was of him with Alex. It featured her being pinned to the wall by him, as he enthusiastically ripped off one of her silk buttoned shirts, with his strong, manly hands. The picture beneath was of him making love to her on the desk. He soon started to wonder what had bought about, his inspiration for drawing a few of these smutty sketches. Trying to control himself from having his naughty way with her, was becoming such a difficult challenge and a half,for him to keep to.

All of a sudden, a gentle knock at his see-through glass office door put an end to him doing anymore drawings. His sparkling eyes looked up to see Alex, standing there patiently on the other side of the door, her eyes looked beautiful as ever and she looked like she had something important to ask him, that might explain why she wanted to come in to talk to him.

He cleared his throat, putting his drawings away in the top desk drawer, before eventually deciding to speak up and offer an answer.. "You don't need to knock Bolls...because I can bloody well see you standing there, looking as flushed in the face like a nurse amongst firefighters in a sauna room" She was clearly up to something no doubt about it and whatever it entitled, was making her mind agog with naughty thoughts and causing her cheeks to turn a cherry like colour.

She slowly opened the door and soon joined him in his much neater and more organized looking office "Can I have a word with you? if it's okay with you?" She asked, as she began to acquaint herself with the chair in his office, much to his well established surprise. She looked surprisingly relaxed and calmer, after catching him staring more at her exquisite lips than actually bothering to give her the traditional eye to eye contact. The opportunity to conceal her enjoyment and delight of this, was becoming difficult to accomplish.

"Yes Bolly, I'm all yours." Bollocks Now you've gone giving the bloody game away. He had well and truly made the biggest mistake of blurting out a giveaway clue, regarding what sought after and desired thoughts were playing on his mind. No bloody doubt sooner or later, Miss Marple here is going to get the truth out of me about my drawings.

She smirked thoughtfully while she was putting together a smart enough plan, to convince him of. "I...wanted to ask you if you could help me out with the last two evidence folders, relating to the nightclub attack on Carl Osborne." One thing she was capable of pulling off, was being able to get his complete and full attention. after asking him this. These were folders which were assigned to Chris, for him to write some last bits of information in but of course, he seemed to have forgotten they were still there on his desk. So in a way she thought it mattered the most, for her and Gene to include whatever information was required for the evidence folders and after they managed this, she knew she was going to seek to have her wicked way with him.

"Knew I shouldn't have left Christopher those folders. Raymondo's already snowed under with his own paperwork. I suppose it's up to me and you then, to stay behind after work and make sure they're completed." Oblivious to what tangible intentions which Alex had unquestionably in mind, Gene knew he couldn't disagree with her, with regards to this. Feeling he had no sufficient reason to be sitting forward anymore, he decided to relax more and so he rested his back against the cold surface of his chair, as he did so, his penetrating eyes suddenly proceeded to analyze her activities and body language more closely and diligently.

That classy, posh brainy mind of hers was outclassing him and it was making him persistently wonder why this might be apparent. Either she had genuinely meant every word of what she was saying, by being a good friend, in helping to ease off some work pressure for Chris or perhaps she was intending on working her sexy charm on him. He could never always quite guess with her, as it became apparent that she was more harder to work out than a Rubix Cube.

"Right I'll go ask for them from Chris and bring them in here." She gave him a confident smile before hurrying out from his office. She didn't dare to look back, just in case she happened to arouse his building curiosity and suspicion. For some reason he couldn't take his eyes off her after she swiftly made a sharp exit, he was now watching her wandering over to Chris' desk. It didn't take him too long to cotton on to the actual truth, of what she had organized in store for him. Two can play this game Bolly, if you want me on a golden plate, you'll need to tempt me as much as you can.

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After the rest of the CID team had left the office that very evening, hopefully for the time being Alex felt she could naturally withstand the constant pinkness within her cheeks and the overwhelming need to have him, right there and then. She couldn't shake off the beautiful image of, her hands alluringly caressing the smoothness of his impressive chest and of her responding with such passion and expertise while she was being laid back on the clutter free table in his office. While Alex felt more than happy to daydream away, embarrassingly she almost made the mistake of forgetting where she was, sitting in full viewable sight of the man, who was practically to blame for all of these smouldering daydreams.

Her dreamy thoughts were all of a sudden bought to an unexpected close, by the sound of Gene's husky manc accent. "Bolly my office now. Right we better be getting these folders sorted out as soon as possible, as I've got somewhere else I need to be, after we've finished doing these in here."

In a matter of seconds she felt disappointed and unhappy, upon hearing that he had somewhere more important he needed to be. Regrettably this had put a dampener on her secret plans to tease and tantalize him. "Sure."

She tried not to show her evident enough disappointment too much, she walked across the main office and towards Gene's own office.

After a matter of twenty-five minutes or so later, of complete silence between the two of them. Thankfully they had finished writing up the last few sentences for the evidence folders. Alex felt she had say something sooner rather than later, as she hoped to find out, why he made he effort of announcing his plans for the rest of the evening, only now.

"You didn't tell me you had a date tonight?" She presumed his unexplained reason for this, was because he had a date that evening. She tried not to express her bubbling jealously.

"What makes you think I've got myself a lucky date tonight Bolls?"

"I just presumed you have, especially from what you've told me."

"Well you've certainly got those knickers of yours in a right twist haven't you, meaning you thought bloody wrong didn't you. No southern posh educated toff bird would fancy having me, giving them the best night of their life." He was fully aware of the fact, she had fallen right away for his little white lie.

"You're right, you had me fooled Mr Hunt."

"You know what your problem is, Bolls? You're thinking too much of how much you want me to shag your brains out. You don't like the thought of another woman getting in the way, of you wanting me. So here's a thought, what would you say to me and you heading back to that flat of yours and we find out for ourselves, how much I'm going to make one of your fantasy dreams come to true." Gene said, with a knowing smile. Oh if only she knew what additional plans, he skillfully had up his sleeve for her, how much he was reveling the prospect of kissing those heavenly lips of hers and how much he longed to run his hands across her divine curves.

She thoughtfully considered this unmissable opportunity, while feasting her eyes on his magnificent ones. They looked admirable and yet full of deep profoundness, as they keenly glanced across the table, returning a wonderful look back at her. In her heart and mind, she finally came to a rightful decision.

"Okay, but we can't draw to attention to ourselves, especially after you've parked the Quattro and when we will need to sneak past Luigis." She gave a satisfying look. "Well we better make a move, otherwise if we don't, I might have a change of heart and want you in your office instead." She couldn't resist the teasing comment, hoping it might spur him on slightly more.

"You go on ahead Bolly, I just need to get something out from my desk drawer first." Alex gave an understanding nod and left him to it, she grabbed her jacket from the back of her chair before eventually leaving the main office. Of course she hadn't left altogether, she was spying on him, from behind the corner wall of the nearby corridor.

Straight away she could see him retrieving a light blue Manchester City scarf and Manchester City football socks, he quickly stuffed them into a dark blue bag. Next he grabbed his overcoat from the coat hanger and put it on. She backed off from keeping a watch on him, as she caught a glimpse of him, glancing over in her direction. Maybe he had an sensible hunch that she was keeping a watchful eye on him. She dashed down the corridor when she heard him locking everything up in his office before then exiting from it.

They joined up together again, at the end of the main corridor. Before she had the chance to speak, he was able to beat her to it, in next to no time. "You've been playing Horny Spy Games on me haven't you Bolly, good grief woman."

"What makes you think that?"

"Trust me, the Gene Genie always know when he's getting watched. Sometimes it's like I've got eyes at the back of me head." Gene was more than pleasantly happy to explain and visibly point this out. They soon left the station together in the speeding Quattro, around ten minutes later. A tender smile formed across Alex's blissful lips as she lingeringly contemplated about how bravura and special this night might turn out to be between the both of them. She could feel her heart thumping at least every five seconds or so. Who would have thought now Gene Hunt might even have the possible capability of making the buttons on her blouse pop open, with thanks to one of his legendary pout looks.

"Bloody hell woman, you're insatiable." Gene mumbled under his breath, he gave a hopeful look in the driver's mirror, that she hadn't overheard him. How overwhelmingly wrong he was.

"I heard that Mr Hunt." She giggled aloud. Once she turned her head to the passenger side of the car, she glimpsed him grinning at her fleetingly in the reflective window.

End of Chapter

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