A:N Hey All! This is my first ever Ashes fan fic so please be kind. This chapter contains explicit non consensual after the astricks so if you don't like that kind of thing then only read down to them and no further, the story will still make reasonable sense afterwards. I realise this chapter is dark, but unfortunately that is the nature of this story. A little bit of dark angst does everyone good sometimes. It makes us remember that we are human. Enjoy and please R&R!
It was dark, light beamed at intermittent strips, from where the blinds which surrounded the office of CID had only been partially draw. The majority of CID had already headed to Luigi's and only Gene, Alex, Ray and Shaz remained, trying to make some sense of the latest case findings.
"I've already told you Guv, it doesn't make sense for it to have been Freddy Lotts! He has no previous record of any criminal activity, and this crime was too well planned for a novice! He didn't even finish school for Gods sake! The man can barely read!" Alex fumed.
She was perched on the edge of Gene's desk, her once curly hair now containing only a simple flick at the ends, which moved every time she spoke.
Gene surveyed her quickly with his eyes. Today she was wearing a simple purple top that had a slight iridescent glow about it, a tight black pencil skirt and a pair of sky high blue heels. Her cheeks were flushed slightly with anger and her suddenly realised that she was staring at him intently, having just finished her rant.
"Are you done yet Boll's?" He said with a slight air of boredom, knowing it would annoy her.
He could swear he heard her actually growl, before she suddenly leapt from his table and stormed towards her own desk.
"Fine Guv, if you don't want to listen to me then that's fine! But you're wrong about this." She said turning back to face him, her eyes blazing.
Gene rose from his desk and looked her down. Although Alex was a tall woman, with legs that went on forever, he knew that he was still that little bit taller and could stand his ground.
"I'm not wrong Bolly." He said quietly.
He gave a quick glance around the office and noticed that both Shaz and Ray were trying to inconspicuously watch the events unfold, still appearing as though they were working.
Gene rolled his eyes, CID were the most gossipy bunch of people that he had ever worked with and he knew that whatever was seen here tonight would later be reported at Luigi's and be common knowledge by tomorrow morning.
He noticed that Alex had put her coat on.
"DI Drake? Where do you think you're going, we still have a case to solve!" He heard the anger in his voice but in truth felt it would be better than betraying his real emotions.
"I'm going home Guv. You won't listen to me and there is absolutely no point in me staying here this late just to argue with you." She said seething slightly.
" Fine then Drake! Let me take you home." He said, this time feeling angry.
She gave a short bark of laughter, glaring at him.
"If you think I'm going to spend even another minute with you, you are sadly mistaken. There is no way I'm getting in a car with you!" She laughed once more before turning on her heel and heading out the doors.
"Alex! It's not safe out there. Please!" He stood his ground but could feel his feet itching to run after her.
"Drake!" He cried in one last desperate attempt to stop her.
The sound of the double doors swinging loudly shut broke him from his thoughts; he looked down to find Ray looking up at him questionably.
"You give her five minutes Ray, then follow her and make sure she gets back ok. Drake may think she's bloody indestructible but she isn't."
Slamming the door of his office, Gene headed over to the filing cabinet, pulled out his bottle of whiskey and poured himself a large glass.
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Alex could hear nothing past the beating of her heart and the blood rushing in her ears. Who did Gene Bloody Hunt think he was?! Telling her she was wrong with the case, then telling her she couldn't leave by herself. One would think she was some kind of china doll which could never be touched, lest it brake.
Flicking her hair out of her eyes and taking a deep breath she continued to stroll down the dark alley. She normally took this route into the office each morning as it enabled her to take about five minutes off the time it took to get there, enabling her to use that extra time to sleep. But at night, Alex wasn't ashamed to admit, the ally was significantly more daunting.
She hadn't been sleeping well recently. Her dreams were no longer plagued by the haunting visions of the clown, but instead were of a much more disturbing nature.
Every night she longed to see Molly's face and every night she would find that all she could see was a body of a young girl, around the same age as Molly, whose blood would stain the white sheet that her naked form lay under.
Alex would often wake screaming from terror , she had started seeing her every night and every night the dream would end the same.
"I'm sorry Alex, I am so sorry that you're going to have to deal with this."
It was always Gene's voice.
The sound of her heels clacking against the pavement seemed to grow louder in the darkest part of the ally and Alex's breath quickened.
Alex realised too late that the breathing was too loud to be just her own and she felt the strong arms pulling her backwards, before smashing her head against the wall.
She could feel the man pushing up against her as he turned her around and groped harshly at her breasts. She tried to cry out but felt his hand being shoved in her mouth. Biting down she heard him grunt with pain, before he backhanded her across the face. His hand moved to her neck and he held her tightly causing her to struggle to draw breath. She tried to get a look at her attackers face but found it was covered by a balaclava and so she could only make out his silver eyes.
His breath smelled strongly of alcohol and he had a serious case of B.O mixed with a cheep aftershave. Alex tried to kick him away and push at him with the hand that wasn't trapped painfully behind her back, but her tightened his grip around her neck before producing a knife and holding it against her throat.
In her lightheaded and dizzy state, Alex barely registered when he began pulling down his own trousers, but soon noticed when he began to push her skirt up to around her waist. As she struggled against him he pressed the knife harder against her neck, piercing the skin painfully.
Stuffing a handkerchief which reeked of the same cheap aftershave into her mouth as she began to scream and cry out in earnest, he struggled to push her tight skirt up her legs and scraped his finger nails along her thigh leaving a trail of blood. He quickly brought the knife from her neck and cut the sides of her knickers, bringing them to his face he sniffed them, before throwing them over his shoulder.
Alex gave a cry as she felt him spread her legs and push into her painfully. As he pressed her hard against the wall, the knife still at her throat , her head slammed into the wall behind her painfully and the knife jagged against her throat repeatedly.
The pain was nearly unbearable and Alex felt herself loosing consciousness. Someone was slapping at her face.
"Oh no you don't you bitch! I want you awake to feel this!" he capture growled in a deep voice.
He slashed the knife down across her breast and she gave another cry of pain.
Oh God Gene help me! Please anybody! Please! Oh God it hurts! Alex thought desperately.
The sound of footsteps running up the ally way stopped the attacker in his tracks. He pulled out of her suddenly before throwing her away from him against the wall and running away.
Not caring how she looked or that she had no clothes on her bottom half; Alex looked upwards at the slowly darkening figure that approached her. There was something vaguely familiar about the outline.
"Help me." She croaked, before the world turned black.