She gabbed for her seatbelt after another of Gene's dangerously sharp turns. His driving was worse than usual and there was only so much that she would take. At the sound of the click from the fastened seatbelt she waited for Gene's comment because of course, she knew that Gene would most defiantly have something to say about this.
"Take that bloody belt off woman" he shot a quick look at her, his blue eyes piercing her brown.
She sighed as her head throbbed lightly "If you insist on driving like an absolute maniac then I'm afraid I have no other choice" she crossed her arms defensively.
"There will be no wearing of belts in my bloody car, understood?" she smiled slightly. There was something about defying the almightily Hunt that she couldn't help but enjoy.
"Well if you drive sensibly then I may reconsider and remove my seatbelt"
"The Gene Genie does not drive sensibly" almost on cue, without any warning he threw the car left, causing the back tired to spin and a cloud of white smoke to appear. Again, he took his eyes off the road and onto her, smiling ever so slightly "Don't like it, tough" When finally retrieving grip the car continued on at its ridiculous speed.
"Well if you don't like my wearing of a seatbelt then tough" she smiled quick cheekily and waited for his reply.
"Fine" she felt him place his foot flat on the accelerator and he car grow in speed.
She rolled her eyes and refocused her attention on the world outside her window - her imaginary world. The sky was a bright blue dotted with white clouds, there were couples walking hand in hand, the trees were swaying lightly from the refreshing breeze. It looked almost idyllic.
She closed her eyes and saw her daughters face, the face that she had seen last night, stony and expressionless. She began thinking over her dream and wondered. She frowned lightly, that dream was most certainly one of the worst. The sound of her daughters scream kept going round and round in her head. Never before had she heard such a scream from her daughter and although she knew that it was in fact her subconscious it was enough to send shivers down her spine.
No amount of words could describe how desperately she missed her daughter, her Molly. She was the one and only thing in her life that she had ever truly loved with her whole heart and would give anything and everything for.
She began replaying memories of when Molly was only a baby. The first time she laughed, walked, talked. She thought of her first day at school, Alex felt herself smile, she remembered how nervous Molly had been, how she had clung to her when she had tried to leave, crying for her to stay "mummy, don't go… stay please, please". The first tears began to fall. Turning her back to Hunt she was able to hide the wiping of the fallen tears, but when she sniffed she knew she had given the game away.
He sighed "If it means that bloody much to ya Bols, you can keep that stupid belt on"
The pressure within her became too much and the first sob rose. She tried desperately to stop the tears, but with her daughters voice within her head it was almost impossible "mummy, don't go… stay please, please"
She felt the car skid to a halt and looked out of her window to find herself at the police station. She quickly took control, repressed her overflowing tears and looked into the concerned eyes of Gene Hunt.
"What's up Bolly, that time of the month?"
"Nothing, no it doesn't matter" she tried fixing her running make-up "what matters at the moment is removing Martin Saunders from the streets before he kills again" she tried escaping from the car, escaping from Gene's stare however, she forget about her seat-belt which now stopped her from getting away. She closed her eyes in frustration and sighed. "I'm just… just thinking about someone who um… it doesn't matter" she unclipped her belt and stepped out of the car and felt the warmth of the sun on her face, which was quickly followed by the refreshing breeze bringing with it the smell of the blooming flowers.
She heard Gene slam shut his car door and mutter "Women, I'll never bloody understand them".
Together they strode up the stairs and into the Metropolitan Police Station. She gave Viv a warm smile which was returned with a cornered frown.
"You alright Ma'am?"
"Yes Viv I'm fine, do you know if Chris and Ray have brought in Martin Saunders yet?"
"Not yet Ma'am, but they should be here any -"
Viv was cut off by the sound of angry shouts coming from just outside. The doors soon crashed open and in came Ray and Chris and who she assumed to be Martin Saunders. Ray was wearing his typical polo-neck with his brown leather jacket and Chris with his blue shirt with Shaz's denim jacket.
"Martin Saunder Guv as you requested" Ray boasted whilst kicking him in the shin causing him to collapse to the ground.
She looked down at Martin and took in his appearance. Tall, skinny, smart navy blue suite with short chocolate brown hair and matching eyes. He matched the description provided by the witness and for some reason had a kind of creepy aura about him.
This however did not seem to effect Gene, who walked right in front of the fallen man and looked at him with disgust.
"Get up"
Martin didn't move.
"I said get up ya bastard"
Still Martin made no attempt to obey instead looked up to Hunt and said "Piss off"
Within a second Gene had pulled Martin from the ground and was now pushing him against the wall by his collar, his face millimetres from his own, his voice a hoarse whisper.
"Now you listen to me son. You may think that your un-bloody-touchable, but I will make it so that your life is worse than a tart with pox. So, you do as I god damn tell ya otherwise things may start to get a little bit nasty and you my friend will come off worse I can assure you of that. Understood?"
"Ray, Chris take him to the interrogating room please" Alex's voice sounded quieter than usual.
"With pleasure" Ray smiled and grabbed the back of Martins collar, pushing him into the next set of double doors causing him cry out in pain. Soon Ray and Chris had gone through the double doors and were out of sight.
She turned to look at Gene.
"Right, well then Bolly knickers you up for this?"
She frowned. He had never once asked her that before. "Yeah of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?"
"Well, I dunno, you seemed pretty upset in the car just now… I just don't want you to go all girly on me when I'm trying to beat a confession out of the suspect and lock the bastard up"
She smiled up at him.
"I'm fine"
"You know, you make my job very difficult Drake"
Now she was confused. "and why is that?"
"Because your something more for me to worry about"
He then coughed a nervous cough and looked down at his shuffling feet. She knew he was nervous because this is exactly what he had done months earlier when asking her out on a date. She smiled lightly at the memory. "You know Bols that um… well um if you ever want to talk about whatever it is you want to talk about then… well I'm here"
She tried to meet his eyes, but he kept then staring at his feet. What he had said, despite its structure, she had found very sweet and it had touched her. Her stomach even did something of a flip.
She reached out and affectionately touched his arm. This was enough to pull his eyes from the floor and again his blue looked deep into her brown. In that moment she felt something almost electric pass between them and after a moment of silence she swallowed to dehydrate her mouth.
"Well. Um, thank you. That means a lot"
After another moment lasting a second, feeling like a year Gene broke eye contact and clapped his hands together. "Right. Well. Good. Lets get the bastard"
