Her bed felt warm and safe now, and though she had her back to him she could tell he was stirring from his sleep. The hand draped gently across her waist now laid claim to her as he pulled her firmly against his bare chest with a sigh and then instinctively reached for her breast as he began to truly wake up. Yes, she was safe.

"Morning Bolly" he mumbled sleepily from where his face was now buried in her perfumed hair. He brushed the curls aside for a moment to allow him to kiss her neck, and she murmured contentedly in response.

Could anything be more divine than this? No more scary nightmares, no icy breath freezing her room and willing the life away from her. She felt very much alive in the warm, lustful, yet gentle embraces of Gene Hunt.

He pushed her knee forward with his so that she was almost laying face down on the bed, and with his leg still gently pinning her down he traced kisses across her shoulder and down her naked back.

Grinning up at her with a naughty twinkle in his eyes he turned her over and then bent down to place a kiss on the inside of her thigh.

She smiled blissfully and closed her eyes for a second...

"Drake!" he roared angrily, causing her to sit up suddenly, realising she'd fallen asleep at the desk yet again.

The bright lights of the office closed in around her and the stares of the team seemed accusing. Gene wasn't the gentle lover of her sleeping fantasies as he stared at her sternly from across the room. He was cold, distant, commanding and incredibly pissed off. Ever since she'd realised Gene was the mystery figure in her bed at the end of the reoccurring nightmares of falling, her nights had been restless in a whole different way. She wasn't quite sure which torment was worse. The new dreams were pleasurable but she always awoke from them at the most irritating moments, and the stark contrast of everyday existence against the dream was becoming difficult to deal with in her messed up mind. To her, Gene was caring and wonderful, she longed for him and longed for him to treat her as well as he did when she was asleep. But ever since the rescue he'd become cold and distant towards her and she couldn't work out why. It was making her withdrawn and distracted. She was loosing all of her will power.

He was staring at her coldly now from across the room, something obviously going on in his mind making him angry at her. Something more than the fact his DI had fallen asleep at work.

"Boyfriend been keeping you up all night again?" Ray teased, under the same impression as everyone else that she and Evan were now an item.

"Ray!" Gene growled "Look, will everyone just pay bloody attention before I smash your faces in! Christ almighty!"

The team had been landed with a growing number of embezzlement cases, with large sums of money disappearing from businesses around London at an alarming rate. Now the same pattern was expanding across the country and despite there obviously being some sort of connection between them, the mountain of mathematical paperwork and the lack of action was starting to affect the concentration and motivation of even his most dedicated colleagues. They were getting nowhere and his superiors were playing hell that their mates from the funny handshake brigade were loosing so much cash.

He stood up and looked over at Shaz who seemed to be the only one doing what he asked these days. "WPC Granger, fill them in."

Shaz stood up from her desk and began to explain the arrangements she'd made while her DCI walked over to his office and slammed the door shut.

Alex's attention was still not on her work, it had walked out of the room along with Gene Hunt.