Thank you for the great reviews, here is the sequel as requested, hope it can live up to all your expectations.

Alex shut her eyes, straining to remember a passing dream. It was a good one, once again involving her DCI and a great deal of...STOP IT she thought. It was just a dream, a silly dream, it could never happen! He wouldn't really be interested in her like that. She rolled over onto her side colliding with a solid mass. She stifled a small shriek just as she realised who this intruder was. Gene Hunt. In her bed? Then it all flooded back to her, her lips burning into his, flinging the door open, a mass of limbs writhing together, their bodies becoming one. She let a small smile trace across her features. The things they had said, and come to that, the things they did not say. As ridiculous as it seemed Alex Drake knew he loved her, and she him.

As she buried her head in his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart, he put an arm around her waist, holding her close. Their faces just inches apart, so close she could feel his warm breath on her neck, feel the heat emitting from his body. Gene opened his eyes slowly and looked into hers.

"Good night i'd say Boll's" Gene smiled, his gruff tone not covering the way he truly felt for her.

Alex smiled and nodded, nestling her head deeper into his chest, one delicate hand resting on his cheek. He took her palm in his, rubbing circles with his thumb. God that feels nice she thought. Looking over past Gene she saw the time on her retro digital alarm clock and let out a sigh.

"What?" asked Gene.

"9:00am." She replied.

"So..." he persisted. Honestly he thought, does this woman think everyone is a bloody mind reader?

"Work, you know that thing we occasionally do?"

It was not a question, but a statement. And with it she rose from the bed and padded out into the bathroom. He couldn't help staring at the way her lovley arse moved as she walked. Gene let out a low groan and splayed himself over the bed. Work? He thought, can't the scum manage itself for a while. Surely he could wait a while before feeling the need to emerge into the day, perhaps sneak in a quickie with Bolly? Gene rolled his eyes and he too began to get up. He grabbed his discarded clothes and began to dress in the previous day's attire.



Alex looked up from the sink into the mirror,and in the corner of her eye she glanced at the ghostly white figure of that David Bowie clown, and to her horror he was holding Molly. She had not been expecting this. She closed her eyes tightly. This is not real, merely an illusion she told herself. Dad is dead again, the clown is not really there, just more of these sodding constructs. She took a deep breath and opened them again. The room was empty, just her there, no clown, and to her utmost displeasure no Molly. She watched a tear cascade sown her washed out face and fall into the abyss of the basin.

"Come on Boll's, thought you were eager to get to work or summin. Not arse around in the bathroom for forever and a day." Said Gene gruffly.

Alex gathered up her composure, wiped her face with her hand and proceeded out of the door, smiling at Gene as she passed.

"Right then, lets fire up the Quattro as you would say." Alex reached out a hand toward the keys, but before she could take hold of them Gene laid his arm between them.

"No woman drives the Gene Genie around!"

Alex looked at him almost accusingly, piercing him with her eyes.

"Look Boll's, one night does not signify the halvin' and sharin' of one's possessions."

She smiled at him and sauntered out of the door, Gene in her wake.

As she sat in the Quattro next to Gene, driving manically as always, she mused over something that had been bothering her for a while. Had she Alex Drake finally cracked? Had she fallen in love with a figment of her imagination? A construct? If indeed this wasn't real, then did that mean she was in love with herself? Alex laughed at the farcical idea. Although...Gene is actually more of a borrowed construct, unlike Shaz. She was hers, she thought fondly. So it was in fact Sam she was in love with. God I am mad aren't I.

Alex shuffled her body round fractionally so she could watch Gene. His heart beats, his mind works, he says and does things that Alex could barely make headway of at times. This remarkable man sat before her was no more a figment of her imagination than she was. This is real she told herself, trying to kid otherwise was not going to help her situation, perhaps embracing it would be a better option? Yes, this was her new life.



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