Infiltration Chapter 2
It was fairly the early hours of the morning, as the alarm clock at Alex's house began its incessant ringing.
Normally the alarm clock would have expected its master, DI Alex Drake to grouch with a slight tap to stop the ringing.
But for today, the clock had a nasty surprise when a even more grouchy Gene Hunt smashed it with one of his stone-cold fists.
"Bugger that!" said a grouchy Gene Hunt as he began to wake from that terrible hangover he's getting.
"Guv, You just smashed my alarm clock!" Out went Alex wearing her apron, preparing breakfast Gene presumes.
"Spawny this clock is eh? Why am I sleeping on the floor of this bird's house anyway!" Gene protested, though he knew quite well the answer why.
"Well you were so drunk, Luigi thought you'd better not sleep in his bar with vomit everywhere!" Alex sounded agitated, and Gene knew that though there was no shagging. but there was quite a lot of vomiting! One could smell the amount of detergent on the floor
"Shut it, Bolls, I'm having a big headache now!" Gene roared back, obviously that hangover was a pretty bad one.
"You making breakfast,Bolly?"
"Yeah, cooked some for you, Guv!" Alex cooled herself down a little, no use getting so angry over a pig-headed drunk DCI at times.
"Ring…."
If it is that alarm clock again, I will smash it till kingdom come!" Gene was visibly irritated as he prepares to smash the alarm clock again only to see the carnage that he caused.
"Yes…" DI Drake took the phone, she thought it was more wise not to reply anything to the Guv. Today wasn't his good day.
"DI Drake, is the Guv with you?" Out came Viv's voice, he obviously was drunk enough to forget that it was the CID gang that carried him to DI Drake's apartment.
"Yes… What is it, Viv?" Gene's gruff voice entered the conversation.
"Oh Guv..Guv…, you need to get back to Fenchurch East now, Guv!" Gene knew something was amiss, Viv never repeated Guv more than twice, if he ever did that in one sentence, something bad must have happened!
"On my way!" Gene smashed the phone back as he gets ready for yet another bad day.
"Super Collins at it again?" DI Drake asked.
"You know Bolls, curiosity kills the posh bird! Now get your apron off and get in the Quattro!"
"Breakfast?" Alex Drake never started the day without her breakfast?
"You could eat it in the car!" Gene knew he couldn't protest, after all vomiting at Drake's house was quite an unbelievable thing he did.
"Breakfast in the Quattro, how exciting!" As Drake prepared the lunchbox of bacon and eggs while Gene smirked as they both bolted out of the house.
With Gene's magnificently dangerous driving, Breakfast in the Quattro was a short-lived one.
Both Gene and Alex managed to reach Fenchurch within four minutes.
"Talk about efficiency," Drake mused as she once again survived yet another Quattro trip with the Guv.
"Well, that's part of the job, with a wad of parking tickets stuck on the quattro's arse!" Gene was about to barge open into his office.
"Guv!" Ray was there, apparently he was looking more worried than he was now.
"What is it, Ray, why do I have crime scene tapes around here! They're supposed to be out of Fenchurch, not in it!"
"You'd better see this, Guv!" greeted DC Skelton as Gene and crew made their way through the crime scene tapes.
"Oh Bugger Me! Why is there a dead man in my office!"
"Suicide, Guv, shot himself with a pistol." Chris added on.
"Who?" Alex thought it was funny, of the year she has worked with the Guv, no one ever decided to kill himself in the office, much less Gene Hunt's.
"Superintendent Harry Collins." Ray flipped the body around, and what was left was a pale dead-like face of Harry Collins.
"What The Bloody Hell!" Gene and Alex got a shock as they see that lifeless face of Harry Collins. Gene would have wanted him dead, but definitely not in his cosy little office.
"There's a suicide note here." Alex grabbed a small note from the Super's chest.
Aged 54, am tired of living, killed myself at Gene's office, a bloody shock I would give to him like how he always gave to me. Supt. Harry Collins.
"Sounds like him." Ray quipped as he lit another cigarette, while Alex smirked for a while too. Harry Collins never lost his humour even till death.
"It's suicide, now case closed, I can use my office, bye-bye eh?" Gene Hunt was having a hangover and he didn't want to think much of a person's suicide especially in his office.
"Guv, it is a crime scene, you can't get in!" DI Drake's protests nearly fell on deaf ears.
"She's right, Guv, you can't use the place." Everyone turned their heads on Ray, there were very few occasions Ray ever agreed with his prozzie-looking ma'am.
"Then where did you suppose I should sit now!" Gene shrugged again, he couldn't reach for his much-needed whisky, neither could he sit on that blood-stained chair.
"Chris, get a desk for me outside here, Shaz! I want a cup of coffee, 6 Sugars, and a lot more milk!" Gene barked his orders, while Alex settled back to her own desk.
WPC Sharon Granger was preparing yet another cuppa of coffee for her dear DCI. Like most police officers, DCI Hunt has a taste of more sugar, more milk and even more caffeine for their morning drink.
However, today was a strange day for her, the sugar looked quite different than yesterday. As she smelled the sugar, the sugar had a weird yet addicting smell.
Alex hopped into the canteen, she was about to get herself a cup of tea for her nearly ruined breakfast.
"What you're smelling Shaz?"
"I don't know, ma'am the sugar smells funny…"
As DI Drake smelled the sugar, she immediately closed the bottle of sugar.
"It's not sugar, Shaz, it's cocaine." Alex was never involved in Narcotics but Sam Tyler did give her a good lesson on how to differentiate drugs and condiments.
DI Drake marched back to the crime scene, while a nonchalant DCI Hunt was standing outside his office.
"Body's taken away for autopsy, Bolls and where's my coffee, Shaz!"
"Guv, there's a broken cup there isn't it?"
"Yes, and it happens to be Super Collins. Why?" Gene knew something was up when Alex started ranting some random questions.
"What was he drinking then?"
"Tea, some stains on his shirt." Chris was reading the newspaper, obviously to ogle at the weather girls…
"It's not suicide." DI Alex Drake declared, as the whole CID turned their focus on hers. A murder in the police station was never good news. To DCI Gene Hunt, a murder in the police station right in his office was definitely a calamity of all sorts!