Hey there ! This is our first story and first attempt at fanfiction, This chapter is really just introducing the case but there is more Galex to come we promise! We really hope you enjoy it and as you have probably gathered we don't own Ashes to Ashes or any of it characters *sobs hysterically*

'Bolly?'

She could hear his voice in the darkness, growing clearer and clearer.

'Bolly?'

Gene Hunt. She smiled. Her foggy brain began to piece it together and her hazy mind sharpened as the sounds of CID grew gradually louder.

'DRAKE!'

Alex jerked awake and lifted her head from her arms. Gene slammed down a file on her desk and she jumped.

'24 year old female murdered las' night, not three miles from our front door.' Alex picked up the file as Gene continued. 'My turf Bolly, I don't like it.'

She flicked though the pages with one hand using the other to rub her throbbing head. 'So take some bloody pills and shift yer arse into gear.' He snatched back the file. 'We've got scum to catch.'

He stormed out of CID slamming the door behind him. Alex winced, stood up and grabbed her jacket from the back of her chair. She heard Gene's voice yell from the corridor.

'Come on then!'

She followed him out.

She saw Gene get into the Quattro, He honked his horn in frustration. Ray was chatting up a WPC by the door and Chris was just arriving. She walked past them, grabbing them both by the arm and shoving then though the doors outside.

'Hey!' Ray yelled in protest looking back at the young police officer indignantly.

'Bridget Hart, 24 year old female murdered outside her home at 10:30 last night...' she explained pushing Chris into the back of the Quattro. Ray shook her off.

'Can't she wait?' He asked stroking his moustache and waving back at the girl by the door.

'Get in the bloody car!' She rammed him in too and clambered in herself. Gene started the engine.

'About bloody time.'

'Oh shut up.'

He raised one eyebrow as he sped along the road. 'What's got your lacy knickers in a twist?'

'None of your business,' she snapped at him.

'Well excuse the shit out of me...' He muttered, swerving rather more violently than was needed round a corner.

Gene and Alex crunched over the gravel driveway towards the white-clad forensic. He looked up saw them coming towards him, and stood up, snapping off his blue plastic gloves.

'Metropolitan police. This Bridget Hart?' Gene asked, showing his ID card. The forensic nodded in recognition, and led them over to the lumpy package on the floor, wrapped up in a slightly disgustingly blood-stained sheet.

'Bridget Hart, 24, murdered last nig-' Gene cut him off.

'Yes, yes, we 'eard all that before. Just show us the bloody body and be quick about it.'

'Alright, but I warn you, it's not pretty.' He hesitated for a second while Gene gave him a burning stare, then leaned forwards to lift the sheet up, revealing the poor girls body.

Gene instinctively shifted slightly in front of Alex. Reminding himself not to be a poof, he moved forwards and stared down straight down at the girls face.

There were no recognisable features to say that she was in fact a person before she had been murdered. The whole face had been smashed in and congealed blood was covering every possible bit of skin, hair had been torn out in great clumps leaving huge exposed patches on the top of her head, the neck had been slashed in a spiral like a corkscrew and there were deep purple and black bruises littering the top half of her body and ribs. There were bits of flesh scattered around on the gravel. Alex had to work hard not to look away. Gene, having seen enough, leant back again, raised his eyebrows and took a deep breath.

'Well, Bolly, looks like I've finally worked out what Luigi's been puttin' in that spaghetti of his.'

Alex gave a weak smile. Trying to direct her attention away from the body on the floor, she turned to the forensic again.

'Do you have any idea what might have caused these injuries? Were there any fibres under the nails or anything?' The doctor covered up the girl again.

'Well, judging by the sizes and variety of the cuts and bruises, there was more than one weapon. For the bruises and general injuries, probably some kind of blunt instrument, like a hammer. Some kind of metal weapon anyway. But the cuts on the neck, we really don't know. The cuts are very defined and neat, so it would have had to be something very sharp. But we really have not much clue.'

'Fat lot of bloody use you are,' Gene said to the man and turning away rudely he addressed the others 'Right, we need to talk to the girl's parents. Chris?'

'Yes Guv?'

'Got me an address?'

'Right here Guv.'

'Do her parents know already?' Alex asked as they got back into the Quattro.

'No.' Gene answered bluntly. He wasn't having a good morning. He stuck the key in the ignition and the engine roared to life.

The four of them made their way to the Hart's front door, Gene and Alex in front followed by Ray and Chris. Gene hammered on the Door and stood back.

A young girl answered, she looked around her early twenties with Dark red hair and pretty grey eyes. Alex' heart sank further; she didn't know she had a sister.

'Alex Drake, Metropolitan Police. Is this the Hart residence?'

'Yes,' the girl answered, 'Can I help you?'

Gene spoke 'The body of Bridget Hart was found this morning. She was killed outside a block of flats she lives in last night.'

The girl looked shocked.

'Gene!' Alex half shouted and then she lowered her voice, 'you can't just come out with it like that!'

'I'm so very sorry, Drake,' He hissed back. 'Perhaps you would like me to engage in some gentle foreplay beforehand?'

'You are unbelievable!' Alex whispered before realizing that perhaps now wasn't the time. She looked back at the girl, poor thing, she looked so confused.

'I'm sorry, what?'

Alex sighed heavily. Denial, the first stage of grief. 'She was murdered,' She repeated gently, 'outside her home in white lane.'

'No I wasn't!' The girl replied sounding offended.

There was a silence.

'Wait,' Gene cut in. 'You're trying to tell us that you're Bridget Hart?'

'Yes. And as you can see, I am clearly not dead'

Frustration began to take over Gene. He was fed up with these screw ups in CID and it looked like his morning was going to get even worse. He closed his eyes thinking about how his paperwork had just tripled.

He heard Chris flicking though the file behind him. 'Are you sure?'

Gene turned round without saying another word and stormed back to his car. He started the engine once more and zoomed violently back to CID. Alex pressed her hand against the window to stop herself from being slammed against the side of the car.

'Bloody hell Guv! Slow down!'

'Somebody has been feedin' me lies Bolly and nobody makes the Gene Genie look like an idiot. Nobody.'

A/N: That was the end of the first chapter! We really hope you enjoyed it and please take the time to reveiw, it means a lot. Untill next time, Phoebe and Eliza xxx