NOTE: I do NOT own any of the characters in this story except my OC Jane McGonagall and very minor murder victims et al
NOTE: I do NOT own any of the characters in this story except my OC Jane McGonagall and very minor murder victims et al. All Ashes to Ashes characters are (c) the BBC/Kudos and created by Matthew Graham and Ashley Pharaoh. I'm merely taking credit for this fic, okay? I however, do own a copy of the Ashes to Ashes soundtrack, which I'm listening to right now. Bowie FTW.
Chapter 1:
"Okay" DCI Gene Hunt threw the pictures on the desk. "We're on the lookout for one Eddie Lyons, who's accused of the murder of Lisa Hopkins and the attempted murder of Valerie Ripley. Okay, you bastards get the night off, me and Bollyknickers are going to investigate the factory where Lyons works." The detective sergents, Chris Skelton and Ray Carling left the room, Chris holding the hand of the WPC Shaz Granger.
DI Alex Drake looked at Gene forlornly. "Gene… I mean Guv, are you sure it's a good idea to go into a factory in the middle of the night?"
"Well, it's never done me any harm, and I've been in many dark, damp holes at night" the DCI replied. "So, we investigate this factory, find important evidence and get to Luigi's"
"And then yours or mine?" Alex asked.
"Yours. Still got that bastard plumbing problem. HEY MCGONAGALL! STOP LAUGHING!" Gene gestured towards a woman sitting at her desk. This particular lady looked several years older than Alex, had long, golden blonde hair and was wearing a pink shirt.
"McGonagall. Ray's lay" Gene explained.
"Excuse me, Guv, I am NOT Ray's girlfriend! We've been friends since 1974 when I first arrived in Manchester! Just because Ray broke up with Wilma around the same time does NOT imply that we're a couple!" McGonagall stormed out of the room, muttering something to herself about nosy bastards.
"Jane McGonagall arrived here from Manchester last week. I knew her back then, she was always following Raymondo around like a fly to a steaming pile of dog shit." Gene entered the car, a brand new, yet already worn Audi Quattro, with Alex following. "So, Drake" Gene added. "We're going to be working hard on this case. According to reports received from a colleague of Lyons, he used to spend a lot of time just before clocking off near an out-of-order spinner."
"What's that got to do with the investigation?" Alex was still puzzled at Gene's "solve the puzzle with one piece and if that fails use brute force" strategies, but her superior set her at some ease.
"Listen, I've been in this business much longer than you have, Drake, and if experience has taught me anything, it's that the solution is always in the least obvious clue! Now are you going to help me, or are you gonna sit there in the Quattro moaning about how women coppers never save the day?"
"If I was more rational, I would sit in the car moaning, Gene, but since I actually like you, I'll come with you."
"I wasn't expecting that" Gene was amazed at Alex openly declaring that she liked him, as he had not yet declared his true love for her, a love that went so much further than he asking whether she was a C or D cup.