First of all for those who are wildly curious I WILL be finishing 'Modern Girl' at some point, hopefully soon as my muse appears to be returning, but for now I was challenged to write this and my mind has taken off with it.

There's no smut in this chapter I'm afraid but there will be very very soon so it's going straight in the 'M' section.

A warning – it's going to get kinky. If you don't like that then please just don't read, click on by and read something you'll enjoy.

Title: Naughty Girl

Author: Harri

Pairing: Gene /Alex

Rating : NC-17/18/Mature (it's rude ok – pick your own rating)

Summary: Alex has been a naughty girl but what will Gene do about it?

"For the last time woman, no! I've told you Gene Hunt doesn't play sodding nancy role play games."

Alex winced as she looked round Luigi's making sure no-one had heard him before rolling her eyes in exasperation. What was it with him? Everything came down to how much of a 'poof' he might look. If not for the fact that they'd spent the last three months vigorously shagging one another to kingdom come she'd be seriously questioning his sexuality; after all, they did say there was usually a reason people were outwardly so homophobic. Taking in the look of extreme annoyance on her D.C.I.'s face Alex decided not to share that train of thought with him.

She just wished he'd lighten up a bit. What was wrong with having a little fun?

"I don't understand where this bloody crazy idea has come from anyway." He continued in a quieter but still huffy tone. "I know for a fact that you have been getting more than an adequate seeing to from me Bolls. 'Oh Gene, faster, harder that's it! More Gene more!'" He mimicked. "No-one Bollinger knickers, is that good an actress."

"I'm not complaining, Gene..."

"Should ruddy well hope not."

Alex scowled at him before continuing. "It's just that I know you'd be good at it and I know we'd both get so much out of it. Just think about it. Me completely under your control; yours to do whatever you'd like with; you get to decide whether I receive pleasure or maybe even a little bit of pain..."

She watched his eyes darken as she spoke. The idea aroused him. She could see it but he was almost as stubborn as she was.

"Sounds like pervy talk to me Bolls. I am not a pervert!"

"Neither am I!" Alex was affronted. "Jesus Christ Gene, I'm just talking about a little fun. A little literal slap and tickle, just with a few more rules. But thanks for making me feel like a freak, thanks a lot."

"Alex," Gene sighed. Now he'd managed to bleeding well upset her! Nice one Gene, just lovely. He could see how genuinely hurt she was by his words and he could have kicked himself for it. Why the hell didn't he ever think before he bloody well spoke?

"I don't think you're a perv. I don't think you're a freak. I think you are an amazing, beautiful woman, a hell of a copper and frankly the best shag I've ever had. I just don't understand why that isn't enough for you. Why you need this stuff. I'm a straight-forward man Bolly, I don't do clever, not in life and certainly not in the bedroom, there are some things that shouldn't have to be planned."

Alex looked away. Was it worth the argument? Probably not. She really couldn't complain about anything in the bedroom department. She wanted to tell him he was selling himself short, that he did clever every day of his life and he could certainly do it in the bedroom but the words stuck in her throat. He was obviously very uncomfortable with the idea, it wasn't fair of her to try to change him. She either wanted him or she didn't. She hated the thought of being one of those women who constantly tried to change the man they were with.

"Ok. " She said, locking her gaze onto his. "I won't bring it up again... I do think it's a shame though."

Gene heaved a sigh of relief, she seemed to have given up, for the time being at least. "Right. Your thoughts are noted Bolly now can we please get some sodding drinking done?"

Giving it up as a bad job Alex clinked her glass against his and settled herself in for another night of sparring with him and the team before the inevitable stumble upstairs for some, admittedly hot sex and not enough sleep. In a way he was right, there really wasn't a single thing wrong with what they got up to in the bedroom.

Gene couldn't quite believe that she'd let the whole matter go so easily but when almost a week had gone by and there had been no more mention, he finally relaxed about the whole thing. With the relaxation came unexpected contemplation. What was he so afraid of? He was the Manc Lion after all. He wielded power all day, every day. Of course Alex was the one who challenged that power the most. The one who refused to do as she was told when she was certain he should listen to her. She gave him more back chat than the rest of the team put together. Sometimes he wondered how she dared. None of the others would even attempt the level of insubordination she sometimes reached. Of course, a lot of the time she was right and when that happened, he found himself with the conflicting emotions of being incredibly proud of her yet utterly infuriated at the same time. The constant sparring was what made their 'relationship' work he reckoned. They had the most fun together when they'd had a particularly 'challenging' day at work.

So, what was he so afraid of? He had no trouble taking the lead when they were together but he loved it when she did too. He put it back out of his mind, and got on with the business of bullying and cajoling his team into actually getting some results.

Two weeks later

"Drake!" At the furious yell of their boss the whole of C.I.D. managed to simultaneously keep their heads down to a couple of inches above their desk but also stare at Alex. Most of them felt the utmost sympathy for her, some were smirking to themselves in a very self satisfied way. "Drake! Get your bloody bony arse in here NOW!"

With a feigned air of nonchalance she strode past a smirking Ray and made her way to Gene's office. Taking a deep breath she opened the door; knowing exactly what this was about she immediately began to explain the reason she had taken his car without asking, thinking it was best to get in there before he could start.

"Guv, it really was a matter of some urgenc..."

"Shut your bloody trap! Drake. I don't want excuses I don't want to hear anything from you except the most grovelling apology ever heard in the whole of human history. Do you know what that little scrote did in the back of my car?"

Damn! She'd hoped that the uniformed officer who had accompanied her and the suspect back to the station would keep that one to himself, too late she realised he was Ray's mate. Ray wouldn't have hesitated to run to the Guv telling tales. When would she remember this was an all boys club?

"Guv, if you could just listen for..."

She was interrupted simultaneously by Gene bellowing her name and Viv striding into the office.

"Sorry to interrupt Guv." Viv said, avoiding eye contact with Alex, evidently he'd been able to hear the wind up to the bollocking she was about to get all the way along at his reception desk. "Robbery in progress Hart's Lane post office. Men armed with shotguns."

Gene grabbed his coat shooting Alex a death glare. "Don't think that's you saved by the bloody armed robbery Bolls. Get your backside in my car, so I can tell you on the drive there exactly how deep in the shit you are. Cos if this blag is the same M.O. as the others the little shit you saw fit to steal my car to arrest isn't even involved. How could he be eh? Detective Inspector? When he's in the cells recovering from throwing up all over my bloody backseat?"

Alex closed her eyes briefly, not being able to believe her bad luck. She had been so sure that 'Little Billy Jackson' small time thief, big time alcoholic, had been at the centre of the outbreak of armed robberies that had been taking place. Like a condemned man on his way to the gallows she grabbed her coat and followed her boss as slowly as she dared.

That night in Luigi's

She'd finally gotten sick of it. She'd apologised, she'd reasoned with him, she'd laid out her reasons for still being convinced her arrest was the right move and still he was giving her earache. They hadn't caught the robbers which had certainly done nothing to improve his mood but she was convinced the 'scrote' they had in custody was at the centre of it. He was still mad at her and she no longer cared. He wouldn't listen and he hadn't even acknowledged the fact that she'd scrubbed the interior of his car until there was not a trace of even a hint of an odour or stain. Screw him, she decided. He was so infuriatingly stubborn.

"I take it you won't be staying tonight." She snapped at him when they happened to meet at the bar after avoiding each other all night. Gene was in no doubt that this was a statement and not in any way a question.

"Didn't bloody want to anyway." He grunted. "Think we've both about had our fill today eh? Seeing as how you still can't bloody admit you were wrong or follow orders. Maybe I'll see if that new waitress of Luigi's is finishing early."

He didn't know why he said it and he regretted it the moment he had. For a fraction of a second she looked hurt then something else lit her eyes from within.

"Whatever, Gene." She breathed in his ear, moving closer to him, pressing her body up against his, her perfume invading his senses. "We both know exactly who you want and some little girl is never going to match up. I, on the other hand may well find myself a suitable specimen of masculinity in here tonight."

He pulled back and just caught her wink as she sauntered off to the ladies with a decidedly pronounced sway to her hips. The wink confused him. Was she playing with him? Why the hell had he opened his gob about the waitress? He didn't even fancy her! Truth be told, since Alex had arrived on the scene he hadn't fancied anyone but her. True she annoyed the bloody life out of him most of the time, like today, but she was the only one in his fantasies.

He spent the rest of the evening sitting alone in the corner of the restaurant watching as Alex managed to seat herself next to every bloke in C.I.D. turning on the charm and batting her eyelashes at every last one of them. He was jealous as hell but he decided he'd let her play her game, have her fun. They'd be having a bloody discussion about this in the morning though.

He managed to keep himself detached for the whole evening; that is, until she sat herself down on the seat next to Ray, exaggerating her drunkenness and sliding her chair so close she might as well have been sitting on his knee. She chatted animatedly with him and was evidently giving it the full charm offensive and plenty of flattery because Raymondo seemed to be eating out of her hand. He knew none of the others would dare make a pass but Ray with a few drinks in him would not think twice. He seethed quietly to himself as he watched Ray tentatively place a hand on Alex's knee. Giggling like a bleeding schoolgirl she covered his hand with her own and squeezed it.

Gene shot out of his seat just as Alex excused herself to go to the ladies and he followed her, so close behind her that the rest of the team could not really be in any doubt as to what was going on.

Sensing he was right behind her Alex rounded the corner to the toilets and stopped dead turning to face him with a sickly sweet smile. "Something I can do for you? Guv?" she asked innocently.

"You can wipe that bloody smile off your face for a start." He hissed at her, not sure where the presence of mind had come from to keep his voice down.

"Why wouldn't I be smiling? I'm having a very nice evening." She countered, still smiling but backing up as he moved towards her.

"You're bloody trying to wind me up is what you're doing. It stops now Bolly." He threatened.

"Oh so suddenly we're exclusive again are we?" she said still challenging as her back hit the wall and he hemmed her in with an arm either side of her head.

"We were never anything but and you know it you ruddy little tease." He said, low and breathy, as he took in her determined face, chin jutting out in defiance. "And you've spent all night getting me riled up on purpose. Not to mention your behaviour at work today. Well guess what sweetheart? You're about to get your wish."

Alex looked momentarily confused. What wish? Had he actually lost the plot, had she pushed it too far?

"Wha...unnggff" He silenced her with a kiss of such ferocity that she almost immediately felt light headed. She kissed him back with a passion and urgency that welled up inside her like a geyser the second his lips made contact. Her hands came up to tangle in his hair.

Without breaking the kiss he grabbed her wrists and pinned them up above her head, chuckling into the kiss when she attempted to struggle against his hold.

"All that stuff you wanted to try Bolls? Slap and tickle, emphasis on the slap? You're about to get your way. Let's just call your flat mine for tonight shall we, because I'm going to be in control of everything else. I'd start thinking of a safe word if I was you Bollykecks."

He leaned back to look at her face properly, her jaw had gone slack and her eyes were almost black with arousal. With another slight chuckle, one which belied such evil intent it made Alex shiver, he leaned forward to whisper in her ear.

"You're a naughty girl," he breathed in her ear.