A/N: This chapter is a little shorter but it seemed like as good a place as any to finish it. Hope you enjoy.

Chapter 2

They traded a few more secrets, nothing groundbreaking, and drank enough whisky to make them both a little drunk. Although, Alex's next confession sobered them both up instantly.

"I covered up a murder," she whispered.

It was Gene's turn to be shocked, "Yer pullin' me leg?"

"No," she replied, her voice cracking slightly.

"When? Who?" Gene looked horrified.

"PC Martin Summers. I hid his body the other night."

"That Irish copper?"

"Yeah. I didn't kill him though."

Gene appeared visibly relieved. "Well 'oo did?" he asked

"The other-" Alex managed to stop herself. Gene would not understand. "Boris Johnson."

"That guy that stood yer up t'other week?"

Alex nodded. "He's an ex copper, he knows something about Operation Rose. I got a message to meet him at Lafferty's building site. When I arrived PC Summers was there too. H-he shot him, then shoved the gun into my hand. I panicked, I dumped the body in concrete weighted down with a chain...just like Dawid Czarnecki." The seriousness of what she'd done suddenly dawned on her and she broke down.

"Shit, woman. Why didn't you come ter me? 'Ow many times, yer can't go runnin' yer own little investigations on the side like this. It's bloody dangerous. Is there anythin' else I need ter know?

"He's been stalking me...Boris. The wall of his flat is covered with photos and news cuttings of me and CID. He's been sending me roses. I don't know how but he's been getting into the flat."

Gene vividly remembered the roses, he'd been seething at the thought of her having a secret admirer. She'd even asked if he was the once who'd been leaving them for her, and what had he done? Brushed her off with some comment about the Milk Tray Man. All the while she's being stalked by a nut case. "Right, well that settles it then. Pack a bag, yer not stayin' 'ere ternight."

"No Gene. I-"

Gene cut her off, "No arguments Bolly. 'E's already killed one copper, you are not goin' ter be next."

"You've been drinking, you're in no fit state to drive."

"Well I ain't leavin' yer 'ere on yer own, so yer'd better find me a blanket an' some pillows." Alex rose from the couch to find him some bedding. He called after her, "an' this sofa better be bloody comfortable!" She returned and placed the bedding on the arm of the couch.

"What am I going to do about PC Summers?"

"'Adn't quite got that far yet." Alex looked worried. "Don't worry yer pretty little 'ead about it though, we'll think o' somethin'. I know yer innocent Bolls, I won't let anythin' 'appen ter yer. I mean 'ow would I cope in CID wi'out yer wagglin' that gorgeous arse o' yers at me? Ain't goin' ter 'appen."

Alex smiled at his choice of words before quickly becoming serious again, "I'm sorry Guv. I should've told you about Su-, I mean Boris. It won't happen again."

"Good. Apology accepted. Now, off ter bed w'' yer. Need yer at yer best in the mornin'. I know it'll be a struggle fer yer to get ter sleep...yer'll be too busy thinkin' about me lyin' out 'ere."

"You wish," she replied, turning away to hide her blush.

"Every day," he said simply. The air between them suddenly felt extremely thick with tension. Alex could feel Gene's eyes boring into her, willing her to look at him. She tried to resist, worried about the repercussions, but it was futile. She lifted her gaze and her eyes met his and she felt an unmistakable pull towards him. Her lips grazed his gently but the kiss soon became filled with passion. His tongue toyed with her lips, demanding entrance which she gladly allowed. Alex's fingers began to toy with the buttons on Gene's shirt, as his teased the bottom of her pyjama top, fingers gently caressing the skin of her waist. Just as things were getting heated, and Alex thought she knew exactly where this would go, Gene pulled away, albeit reluctantly.

"We...should...stop," he said, panting. Alex looked away in embarrassment,

"I'm sorry."

"M'not," Gene said simply, reaching out to turn her head back to face him. "Just don't want yer ter wake up in the mornin' an' regret this."

"I won't,"

"You don't know that," he replied. "We've both been drinkin'. M'not takin' the risk. Too much at stake." Alex stared at him.

"And if we both still want this when we're sober?"

"Then I'll shag the livin' daylights out o' yer. Now go ter bed Bolly, I'll see yer termorrow." Alex rose from the couch and made her way towards the bedroom.

She stopped at the corner of the hallway, and turned back to him, "Goodnight Gene."

"Night Bolls," he replied with a slight smile. Alex lay down on top of her bed covers and couldn't help the smile that crept onto her face as she lifted her fingers to her lips.