Well… what can we say? Thank you so much for the overwhelming response to the first chapter. I was expecting 1 review and a lot of criticism, but wow! We hadn't anything else planned, but you people were keen for more, so here you are! This is a flashback to how Gene and Louis met… [I still can't believe we came up with this ridiculous concept] The men in white coats are waiting for us…
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I also read on Twitter by a very bitter person that all you reviewers are being 'fake' about how much you liked it and no one is being frank in their reviews. I hope this isn't true. Anyway, just needed to say that. Those who are enjoying this fic, please show your support and carry on reading and reviewing (:
Gene had just entered the gayest cocktail bar around in London; he was undercover on the case to find Simon Cowell for a crime against music, as well with rigging popular Saturday night talent show results.
He walked in confidently as he had a few weeks back when he finally came out of the closet. There he stood; proudly looking around, whistling occasionally to the fit men he passed before walking through to the manager's office.
Lo and behold, Simon was there - the owner of the club, with his staff, Jedward, Louis Walsh and Boyzone.
'Simon Cowell I am arresting you for blackmail, you do not have to say anything but you might want to if you want to come out alive by the time I'm done with you' he says, going over and putting an arm around his neck.
'What are you doing? Simon has done nothing!' Boyzone said in unison.
Gene was taken a back with the campness of this band – they gave gays a bad name.
'Ah yee, he has, he done all sorts, made me cut newspaper letters' Louis said.
'Louis? What are you doing? You couldn't even make us do well, you useless piece of shit! Why you turning against the only good one in the music industry? You'd be nothing without us!'
Gene had been looking at Louis, in his little waitress outfit and instantly fell in love.
'I think it's time we went down to the station, you come too' he says pointing to Louis.
'I'm John! I'm Edward! Together we make JEDWARD!' John and Edward pop up.
'When there's something strange, in your neighbourhood, who you gonna call?' they dance and sing around.
'The Gene Genie' Gene replies, cuffing Simon up.
'Omg, you're a genie? Edward this is totally awesome, we can have three wishes'
'I take it these are your kids?' Gene says, looking at Louis in disgust. They seemed as mental as that arrogant DI Drake, but although she was as mad as a box of frogs, he did love her.
'Oh yee, they just follow me round, hoping they will be as big as Hannah Montana, they are ok-ish' Louis responds.
'Omg, can we go in your car and press your siren?' the twins exclaim.
'No, now Simon, Louis come down the station with me.' Gene orders, dragging Simon out of the room, Louis closely following.
'Edward, we need to update our Twitter status and say 'omg we just met a genie' do it at the same time okay' John squeals.
'Actual FML' Gene shouts.
After what seemed a very long and stressful journey back, they finally reached the station. Gene had sneakily been glancing at Louis through the car mirror, Louis' eye every now and again catching his – God he was something special Gene thought. Those piercing blue eyes and moonlit kissed grey hair was such a turn on for him.
As Gene dragged Simon into the station, he knew Louis would have to wait until later – work came first and he had a lot of intense questioning to invade Simon with.
'Bols, can you please give this gentleman a drink as he waits?' pointing to Louis.
'Of course I can what would you like sir?'
'I'd like a smoothie if you have any?'
'Well of course. What flavour?'
'Banana please.'
Gene's face lit up.
'That's my favourite drink too!'
Louis blushed, before giving Gene a cheeky wink and following Alex into the squad room.
Gene, still holding a struggling Simon pushed him into the interview room, however was embarrassingly stopped in his tracks.
'Erm excuse me, that better not be what I think it is in my back you gay poof copper!'
Gene blushed as he glanced down to reveal the bulge in his trousers before aggressively throwing Simon, still handcuffed, into the interview chair.
'Right Cowell, I hear you've been fixing the X Factor, yet again'
Cowell lights up a fag.
'Would you not? If you wanted your act to win? No one disagreed. Dannii couldn't as she can't make any facial movement, Louis didn't as no one but me knows what goes on behind closed doors with Westlife and Jedward and Cheryl… well, she just wouldn't.'
'Well you can't just do that! Do you no how much money I wasted on Paj-ie [Paije] to get through? Yet you let that trampy looking tosser Wagner through? Are you mental?'
'How do you think I make the money?' he says and stands up.
Gene also stands up.
'Well it certainly wasn't from making Will Young a hit. Seems when it comes out that you are gay people don't take an interest.'
'What like you, you mean?' he sniggers
'I've had just about enough of you, you homophobic, high-waisted trousers, useless little shit! Get out of my station before I hit that bone idol face of yours!'
'Alright but I'm not promising anything'
'JUST PISS OFF!' By this time Gene had strutted over and pulled Simon's trousers up even further than usual giving the most intense wedgie ever. Simon's high pitched squeal filled the room. Feeling like he'd made his point, the Guv ordered Simon not to put a foot out of line again before storming out of the interview room into CID.
Louis was still there, talking to Alex.
'Louis, can I have a word in my office'
'Sure sure' he smiles and walks behind Gene, who then closes the door and blinds after he walks in.
'Louis, well done with Shane, you done well with that boy, I can't stop listening to his new song on my mp3 player'
'Ah yee see, Simon makes out he is shit but where is Steve Brookstein nowadays?'
'I see where you're coming from Louis. I agree completely' he smiles, looking up at Louis, checking him out.
'Gene, stop looking at me, yee making me blush' he flirts.
'I'm sorry Louis, you're just a very attractive man and we have so much in common, can you imagine us watching 'Pineapple Studios' together with a banana smoothie?'
'Ah yee, I can, I do love a little of Louie Spence, fills my evenings up'
'Mine too! C'mon Louis, don't pretend you don't feel the same'
'Well, I guess it would be nice, I've seen yee around before, you make me feel funny'
'Well that's it then, just try it Louis. We could be the new Posh and Becks'
'More like Christopher Biggins and Neil Sinclair'
Louis and Gene look in each others eyes with passion, moving themselves closer to each other, parting their lips, tilting their heads and kissing, closing their eyes.
In a strange turn of events, after sharing that passionate kiss, which again had turned Gene on immensely, Louis invited Gene back for a night in the cocktail bar that they were in only hours ago. Gene of course, smitten to the bone had to accept this offer.
Two hours later, Gene made his way back to the cocktail bar after finishing work. Alex had offered to take him shopping before he saw Louis again to get a nice scented after-shave and some smart, yet very sexy clothes. Gene obliged his DI's offer – he wanted that night to be perfect.
After spending what seemed like hours in TK Maxx, Gene was finally kitted out for his official 'date'. Wearing a pink shirt, grey trousers and he'd even invested in a little pale blue bow tie seeing as he knew just how much Louis liked them. Alex couldn't deny how smart and beautiful he looked; she also admired how nervous he was. This was a totally new side of Gene and she was glad to be as close to him as she now was and to know him as well as she did. Feeling fresh in his new David Beckham aftershave, he was nervous but ready for anything as Alex dropped him off at the door of the club. The bright lights illuminating the front and the music blasting from inside – Gene wasn't too keen on raves, especially due to his never increasing age, but tonight was different. Tonight he was ready for anything, and he certainly needed to be prepared for what was coming as he stepped out of the car door and two figures with shark-fin-like-hair pounced upon him.
'Oh my God John! He's back! You know, the one our Louis fancies, the genie!'
Gene blushed as he entered the club, beaming madly as he looked around for his friend.
There he was, alone at the bar, no longer in his cute little maid outfit, but now smartly dressed in black with a bright green tie, he looked scrumptious.
The second Louis saw him, his face lit up. As if an electric force pulling them together, they advanced towards one another before locking lips to the gentle sound of Westlife – Flying Without Wings.
And there they sat talking above the music, dancing for a bit, then getting smashed off strawberry cider; it was a perfect night for Gene.
The following morning, Gene awoke to find himself snuggled up to the only man he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Together they lay on Gene's memory foam mattress, under his Spice Girls duvet – this was everything he wanted, and more.
Right, this was a keep-you-going chapter, we accept that it may not have been as good as the first but please stick with this fic as the next chapter will be Jedward's funeral/the after party (:
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