Chapter 1

"You're not going to get there in time."

"Yes we bloody will woman!"

"GUV!"

"Christ on a bike Bolly!"

"You were going to run him over!"

"Move over you bastard!"

"Left here."

"I do not take orders from a woman when I am driving, thank you very much!"

"You misogynist sod."

"No time for compliments now Bolls!"

Gene gave a sly grin as Alex transferred a sinister glare back, before getting out of the Quattro. They had landed at Heathrow airport. Other CID soon followed behind and skidded to a halt. Groups of men clambered out of the cars, and dashed over to the warehouse. Guns were blazing and radios blared out signals.

"Hang on; this is the Brinks Mat robbery. Ha!"

"What the bloody hell are you laffin' about now Drake?"

"You will never catch them. You're not destined to."

"Will you shut it with all this psycho-bollocks?"

Alex was again fed up of Gene's pathetic, cocky attitude and so slipped back in the Quattro, and waited for the team to return. It was 8:45am, the robbers were out by 8:15, and they were all too late. It was a chilly November morning, and Alex wrapped her blazer tighter around her body.

Elsewhere, the whole of CID were agitated. Their excitement boiling up inside, they were like pit bull's posed for attack. They patiently waited for some orders, but their frenzy made them crawl very slowly towards the warehouse. Their plan was simple, they had studied the map closely and trod so carefully, the robbers would not hear them coming.

The time had come; the orders signalled over the radio, the pit bulls were released. They charged into the warehouse, from all corners men shouted.

The doors opened and the site was revealed. Desperation crashed through the floor. Any hope was burned. And the men just stood still. The guns lowered. And jaws followed.

"Shit."

Blood trickled down the metallic walls. Bodies lay sprawled out on the concrete floor. They were too late. The robbers had got away.

"D.I Carling would you like to explain why there is no screaming, girly, poncy, bastards, D.I CARLING!"

Ray was so bewildered to realise that the Guv was bellowing down the radio. Minutes later Alex turned up to the scene. She raised her eyebrow and gave a disgusted face.

"Lovely"

Gene soon followed, puffing and panting. He stopped dead in his tracks.

"Bugger. Get forensics."

"I think a certain 'I told you so-"

"Shut it Drake"

"I was just proving a point."

10 minutes later, Forensics arrived. The scene was cleared and C.I.D were heading back to the office, but not before Keats intruded.

"Ah, Keats my man, how are we on this fine day?"

"Perfect Gene. I have a present for you all. I think you might like this one Hunt." He spat out the last word, like a dragon breathing fire.

"Oh whoopee! What is it? A pack of pencils?"

Ray sniggered, before getting the punch off of Chris, they exchanged glared and carried on listening.

"Here she is, all the way from Surrey police. D.S Emma Lindsey, I transferred her here myself. I thought she may have had some potential at Fenchurch, Can I guarantee that Gene?"

Gene frowned at Keats before Alex disturbed both of them.

"Welcome Emma, I'm sure you will do well in Fenchurch." She grinned and held out her hand for Emma to shake, all while giving looks of confusion towards Gene.

Emma had a petite face, yet large features, almost like her blue eyes could not fit on her face. Yet most of her beauty and appearance was hidden behind the jungle of ginger hair. It was frizzy and thick; no hairbrush could win against her hair. She wore very modern clothes (for the 80's), along with a trench coat, similar to Hunt's. She was tiny yet the red heels she wore deceived her height. Though through all of this Emma had the widest smile. Maybe it was because of nerves. She grinned like a Chester cat and stood obediently next to Keats.

"Shall we get back to the office Gene?" Alex thought it was best to break the silence.

"Yer. Welcome Love."

"Right Luigi, Brandy, Red wine and…?" He stopped to give Emma the chance to speak.

"White wine please."

"Posh bird, hey! One for you Bolly."

Gene and Alex sat in their usual corner, with an extra chair for Emma. It was 11'oclock, the bar was empty apart from the usual blokes and ladies who occupied Luigi's and worked the owner like a slave.

"So Emma, Surrey Police, the posh part of this shithole."

"Well, it isn't all on cloud nine; we still have the odd Bastard here and there."

Gene's eyes popped out, as he nearly spat out his drink.

"You're a surprising one Emma, 'ey Bolls, she might even be beating you!"

Emma giggled while staring into her glass.

"Two glares in one day, not good for ya' Bolls."

Soft Italian music wandered through the restaurant. The light of candles flickered and burned, low mumbling was heard from each table, with the odd laugh, usually from Shaz. Yet the mood was a dreadful one. Everyone hated scum getting away. And only Alex knew that this could never be solved. The gold would never be found. The robbers would be free.

Gene and Alex had not trusted Emma yet, Gene could not have his usual rant about Keats, through fear that Emma would report back to him. So the conversation was awkward. Gene though that getting drunk would solve that problem, while Alex just sat analysing Emma.

"Welcome fellow Men, and women." Keats strode into the bar; his glasses reflected the dancing flames. A low grunt came from the whole bar.

"What do you want Keats?" Gene took a swig of his brandy, un-amused by Jim's entrance.

"To speak to Emma, if you don't mind. Gene."

Emma was reluctant to move from her chair, she gulped down her last drop of wine and stood up, without looking at anyone, she held her head and left the bar. Faces of sympathy spread over everyone. The mood did not return until Emma did. Glasses clinked and soft music flowed again, yet it was quieter. Nosy people were desperate to hear what Emma had to say.

"What did the pencil neck want then?"

Gene acted like he didn't care. Alex gave him a shove under the table, and delivered a surprised look, Gene transferred a look of confusion. Alex analysed Emma the whole night. She was a quiet girl, but she didn't seem nervous. So why, Alex wondered, was her whole body shaking in fear?