Chapter 1

Alex gasped, her hands were sweatingn and her brain worked too quickly (for her liking) and realised what this all added up to. If Jim's watch was 09:06 then that meant... It was always 09:06, in the hospital, it's always 09:06 because...becasue it was the time she..she..

"It's the time I died!" she cried out, tears pouring down her face. Gene felt a tang at his heart, he hated seeing Alex like this and she would hate him now. Alex felt herself seeing red and her anger building, her grief for her loss of her daughter, Molly who had been waiting for her and she'd died from her injures. She'd been tricked by bloody Jim Keats and that had stopped her frighting. The barstad...

"You lied to me!" Alex screamed, her voice reaching a point which made her throat sore. Both Jim and Gene backed away from the screaming DI. Gene wanted to comfort her if he wasn't so scared of her. "You fucking told me that if I revealed the truth of him then I would pull through and that I would not die! I only did that because I need to see my daughter! I haven't seen her in three bloody years! She'd only 12 years old and her father hates her!" she ranted.

Jim was nervous. "You are free, Alex. You helped bring him down! You can go back..." he stuttered.

"Yes no fucking shit Jimbo! I go back and I die - what is the ruddy difference?" she continued screaming. Gene was impressed and enjoyed watching Alex take the bastard down. He was shuffling his feet and still could not believe how much his kindom would go down in one day.

"My baby..." she murmured and continued crying. Jim went to move forward. "Come any closer and I'll turn your testicles into earings." she threatened. Jim continued and Alex eacted..badly and quickly. She kicked her shoe off and threw it heel first into his sensitive area. She got out her guna nd swung it in her fingers. "I'll shoot you next time, keep your stupid report and fingers to yourself!" she hissed.

Jim spat in her face. "You slutty stubborn and hormonal bitch!" he spat. Alex wiped the spit away and stepped back. Gene strode forward and kicked Jim and then grabbed him by the collar and threw him down again. "Never call her a bitch! She is way better than you ever could be!" he hissed.

Alex was trembling and she was shaking terribly. She had lost Molly, she had died. She hadn't fought hard enough and trusted the wrong man. She saw the two policemen fighting in front of her and sighed. She was going to have a word with the Super about his position. He did not deserve to be a DCI. She could never stop trusting Gene as she'd been 'ordered' to. She cared for him and did not want to see him ruined.

She believed in him when he'd explained that he'd forgotton, she could read his shocked expression of realisation whn she'd dug up the grave, why he'd actully explained the story of his shooting so dramatically. The way Jim Keats was determined to make him show his real colours. Real friends and true royalty was what Alex was a prime example of. She could never leave Gene, even if it was to go 'home' as she had died and would never see her.

She looked over her shoulder at The Railway Arms, it had to be real despite them being in London. The man, Nelson, Sam had explained all his bad thoughts to him like Alex did with Luigi. Couldn't blame him, they both understood the pair. She would not abbandon Gene, she needed him and she would be ever lonely, even more alone than when she first arrived because at least she saw people at 'work' and made friends with down to earth cases. She needed that to keep her brain working.

Clearing her throat she walked slowly towards them, keeping a tight hold on her gun with a determined expression on her face. Gene let of his hold on Keats and stood abck from him. Keats looked up fearfully as Alex moved forwards towards him, and raising her gun on him.

"Are you the devil?" she asked. Keats chuckled madly and Alex knew the answer. She would not cry: she would be strong and keep hold of her anger. "You lied to me."

"Oh boo hoo!" he mocked cried. She locked the gun and held it at Keat's forehead. "What will happen to Molly then? Will you do one nice thing for me. You owe me one Keats and you know that." she knew the deal. Keats nodded.

"I don't want any harm of any sorts to hurt my daughter. You are to look after her. I want her to be looked after. I also don't want you taking advantage of her either or I swear I will haunt you. That understood?" he nodded again but she could see the lie behind his glasses.

"What is hell like?" she asked him. "Red, fire and lava, center of the earth - even I'm scared of it." he chuckled darkly.

"I know it was you!" she seethed and Gene looked up. "Look at him Gene, don't you even reconize him?"

Keats looked worried and panicked. Gene looked at Alex. "Pardon?"

"Don't you even reconize the man who shot you to pieces?" she whispered. Gene looked at Keats carefulyl and another memory hit him.

"I was pracing around the room, glad that the Queen had been corronated and I was celebrating. Pissed on whiskey and me mates had left me on me own." he mumbled to himself. Alex nodded. "Then what happened?"

"There were banging on the door downstairs and urm, I went down thinking they were kids. Little arrogant kids who I could flash me warrant card to and they'd be on their way. Only it wasn't...a load of kids..." he starred at Keats. "Man with a shotgun. Dressed in red uniform which amused me and then I was shot to smitherins."

"You shot me" he mumbled, unawarre that he was talking to himself. Alex cleared her throat and raised the gun again. "You aren't worthy of looking after Molly then." she stated and her finger felt for the trigger.

"Go to hell!" she stated and she pulled the trigger. There was a loud yelp of pain and ending life until DCI James Keats lived no more. Gene was gobsmacked as he stared at his heartless DI. She was numb and was still holding the smoking gun in the same position. She hadn't even blinked. Then she sighed and lowered the gun.

She sighed again and tears fell. She did not care about her being a murderer; she'd shot a man who was a cruel bastrd and had lied to her. Pleaded for life and she'd declined it.

"You going in then?" Gene asked. She smiled and turned. "I may have died but you have forgotton one important thing Mr Hunt."

"What is that Bollyknecks?" he asked.

"I'm not leaving you." she repiled and he smiled weakly.

"You have to..." he started but she walked forward and put her hand over his mouth.

"I would of thought that you of all people knew that nobody bosses me around." she said. "I belong here Gene. With you, I'm not leaving you, not like this."

Gene walked forward and patted her on the shoulder. "Let's go." he mumbled, defeated. He was touched that she was staying but he did not deserve her.

"Where to?" she asked.

"Well I was thinking of transferring." he continued.

"Let's say goodbye to Luigi then." she muttered and they walked arm in arm down the street, leaving The Railway Arms and Jim Keats in the street behind them.