Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, this is merely my take on the world of Ashes to Ashes.

Alex had been having a nice normal day. Paper work through till lunchtime followed by a quiet lunch at home with Molly and Evan. It was when she returned to her desk that she saw it.

No, she thought to herself, mind racing, panic setting in as there, on her desk, lying freshly placed, was a bunch of bright red roses. Surely not. It must just be some well wisher, someone who had heard about her accident and had sent some flowers in by way of a greeting. Determinedly pushing all fear and dread to the back of her mind, Alex picked up the flowers and marched towards the reception desk.

"Karen, you don't happen to know who left these on my desk do you? Only there's no note."

"No Ma'am, sorry, I didn't recognise him."

"Can you remember what he looked like?"

"Erm, tall, blondish grey hair, thick set..."

The hairs on Alex's neck prickled, "And, er, did he leave a name?"

"Yes Ma'am, Boris Johnson."

Alex's knees buckled. No. He was dead. She'd seen it. Hadn't she?

"Ma'am? Are you alright? You don't look so good, I'm sending you home, come on."

The next thing Alex knew she was being driven home by Evan, who kept glancing at her nervously.

"Alex? Are you sure you're alright?" She made no reply. How could she possibly explain this to him. Then, of course, the perfect solution.

"Er, yeah, sorry, Evan, I, er, must have forgotten my medication this morning, it's just it's been so long, I er, forgot all about it..."

Evan made a mock tutting noise and began to twitter on like a mother hen about how important it was for her to take care of herself. Alex nodded absently. She had other things on her mind.

*~*~*~*~*

Two cups of tea later Alex was feeling much better. Of course it couldn't be him. He was dead. And, after all, any anonymous well wisher could have left the name Boris Johnson. He was, after all, the mayor of London. That surprise had been unpleasant enough, she didn't need to go inventing another.

"How d'you feel about spaghetti tonight? My treat," whispered Evan, creeping in to check up on his patient.

"Sounds perfect," she grinned, relaxing at last.

*~*~*~*~*

This relaxation, however, was to be short lived.

The next thing she knew, Alex had nodded off and was slowly coming round to the soft tones of her godfather informing her that dinner was ready.

"Mmmm, thanks Evan," she mumbled, blissfully, "you're a star."

"Well I do try," he said smiling, helping her to her feet. "Oh, by the way, someone left something for you while you were asleep. Just out on the front step. I brought it in for you."

Intrigued, Alex followed him into the dining room. What greeted her sent a fresh tremor through her knees. There, on the table, was a fresh bunch of roses. Grasping Evan's arm and stepping towards it, she plucked out the card from where it nestled amongst the petals:

King Dong- 9pm

If you understand, meet me.

The knees had completely gone and Evan gasped in surprise as he watched his god daughter sink to her knees, still staring at the card.

"Alex? Alex are you okay? Did you forget to take your medication again? What is it?"

"Er, no, Evan...I er, I need to go and lie down..."

*~*~*~*~*

She couldn't let him win. Martin Summers had ruined her chances of returning to normal life the first time, she was not going to let him continue taunting her for a second time. She glanced at her watch: 8.25pm. This was it. Now or never.

"Er, Evan, I, er, I'm going to get a breath of fresh air, I think it'll do me good."

"Oh, okay, do you want me to come or..."

"No, no, er, would you stay and look after Molly? It's almost time for bed any way. I've er, I've got my phone so, you know, don't worry..."

Evan frowned, but knew better than to argue, "Right. Take care."

*~*~*~*~*

Slipping into the car, Alex's heart was thumping. What was she doing? This man was dangerous. Anything could happen. I'm not letting him rule my life any more. I'm taking control.

Parking up the car, Alex reached on to the back seat to where she had stashed various personal alarms and her Swiss army knife. You couldn't be too careful with this man, she thought.

Drawing up to the entrance of King Douglas Lane her heart thumped worse than ever. Don't give me away, she thought frantically to herself. Nervously she peered around her, the 21st century street light certainly made it much less dingy than the last time she had been here.

And then she saw him.

"G-Gene Hunt?" she gasped. And collapsed on the floor.

*~*~*~*~*

Coming to, Alex found herself staring directly into the face of Gene Hunt- a slightly altered Gene Hunt maybe, but Gene Hunt none-the-less.

"No," she muttered weakly to herself, "you're not real."

"I could say the same to you Bolly," he replied in a jovial, slightly sarcastic tone. "Part of me didn't expect you turn up 'ere, but I 'ad to think of some way to find out..."