Here's a little one shot story for you guys.
I guess in a way it's an alternative ending, but with a bit more drama!
Part 2 will be up soon & I'd love to hear your thoughts on this little FanFic so please review if you have the time! :D
'I knew you'd make it to my birthday party Mummy' smiled Molly as she flung her arms around Alex as she entered Evans house.
'I told you I would' Alex replied, happy tears streaming down her face.
ring ring.
ring ring.
ring ring.
Alex jolted awake to the constant ringing sound that engulfed her ears.
She sighed, remembering her now distant dream, coming back to the realisation that she was still stuck in 1983.
Alex reached for the phone, angry that she had been so brutally woken from such a beautiful dream. She glanced at the clock - it was 2am. The fluorescent moonlight shone through her curtains causing her fragile eyes to squint at the sudden surge of light.
She reluctantly picked up the bright red telephone and slowly pulled it towards her tired ears. She was used to Gene calling her up at stupid o'clock by now, but each time it happened, she couldn't help but feel hate towards him. But at the end of the day, he was only doing his job, and she too had to do the same.
'Hello'
'Ah Alex, I'm sorry to disturb you at this hour' – the voice wasn't Gene's; instead it was the familiar sound of Keats.
'That's okay' she muttered, slightly confused to why he was calling but nevertheless attempting to sound polite.
'The team is all here, there's been a murder, and we need you here as soon as possible Alex'
Alex sighed. 'Okay, on my way.'
It only took her 20 minutes to get ready, and before she knew it, she was entering the quiet police station.
Fenchurch East was always so busy during the day, but as night fell, the only voices heard would be the odd drunk being escorted down to the cells.
As Alex walked down the corridor towards CID, she couldn't help but feel slightly anxious at the fact that no noise, or even light was coming from the approaching room.
'Maybe they've left?' she thought to herself.
Alex reached the brown wooden, turned the handle and wandered in.
There, sat in front of the door to his den, was a tied up Gene stuck to a chair, rope gagging his mouth. He was grunting something but she couldn't make it out.
'Gene, what the?' she was cut short by the sound of a key turning the lock behind her.
Alex stood there frozen. The warm breath on the back of neck coming from behind her sent a shiver down her spine.
She turned round to see Keats smiling beside her.
'Alex, how nice of you to join us'
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