Just a lil one shot o' mine :P
"Gene!" and then suddenly she's all around him, her arms under his coat, her face pressed against his chest.
"Never again" she sobs.
He just stands mouth open, he believe whats going, she can't be back, but here she is. Slowly he starts to comprehend that this is real, he's not dreaming. He raises his arms around her, feeling her back, then reassured by the firm reality he speaks.
"Bolly?" He sounds just as shocked and confused as when he shot her.
"I-I can't leave you ever again" She whispers.
He squeezes her tight, kissing the top of her head, breathing in her familiar smell.
"I was so scared Gene, I thought you might of…might of…"
"might of what, Bolls" he frowns.
"forgotten me" she swallows, tears making her cheeks shinny, more slide down her face as he pulls away and looks her in the eye.
"I could never, ever, forget you, you're too bloody stubborn, even in me 'ead" He doesn't tell her about forgetting the small things, the way she never fired her gun, except that one time; the white jacket she used to wear until it was covered in her blood when he shot her. Oh god, he'd missed her so bad, he would never tell her about staying up at night trying to forget her, so the pain would go away, how it would backfire and he'd keep remembering her. He'd never tell her he was so scared about forgetting her, yet he wanted too so bady because it hurt so much. He'd hidden it under all the sexist comments and macho act but she'd cut straight through it…again, she could see him for who he really was and for the first time of his life he wasn't afraid to show it, to let her in completely, ungarded, unresinged, totally allowing her to understand him.
She looked into his eyes "I love you Gene Hunt."
He opend his mouth, but she placed a pale, thin finger on his lips.
"you don't need to say it, I don't need you or any man to say kind words, to tell me I'm beutiful, that he loves me. I just need you, Gene Hunt, you to tell me I'm a fruit cake, that I'm dressed like a tart, that I'm out of line, that I need someone to take care of me, that I'm drunk and need to go to bed, that I need to stop. And you need me Gene, to tell you you're a sexist git, that you can't beat up a suspect, that your team, against their better judgement need you and love you. That you mean so much to me, I'd be dea-I'd not exist without you, that you do care and that it's ok and everything will be ok"
She took a deep breath and he lent close, kissed her softly on the lips, before she could say anything else. Then he rested his forehead on hers and whisperd "I'm not saying this for you, I'm saying it because it's true and I need to say it; STOP TALKING. I love you and that's the end of it Alex"