Wow! Second chapter already! Its those damn plot bunnies!

Disclaimer: As always...I own nothing. Except my own characters i.e Hannah James (RIP) and the crazy psychopath that killed her xD

Alex Drake was dreaming. Admittedly it was not the dream she would want to dream, but the experiences of the past few weeks had permanently etched themselves onto her mind making it impossible not to dream them. It was as though the minute she closed her eyes, the dream would start. Like a DVD on pause. Or VHS.

She could remember it so vividly, it hurt. The sudden burst of heat, the clown turning out to be her father, the smell of whiskey and cigarettes as her small hand was taken. The combination of memories both as a child and adult made for unhappy slumber.

Seeing her parents explode when she was a child was hard enough. But watching it all for the second time? Fate was playing a cruel game on Alex and she did not like it one bit. Even Gene Hunt and the rest of CID had noticed a difference in her. She became withdrawn and solemn, doing her daily business mostly in silence, keeping to herself. CID had simply put it down to "hormones", all except Shaz. To her it almost seemed as though Alex was grieving for the Prices, however she had soon dismissed the idea; Ma'am had only known the Prices a few weeks before they died. But despite constant reminders that there was nothing wrong, there had certainly been a significant change in Alex, even if Shaz couldn't quite put her finger on it.

"I'm happy, hope you're happy too!"

Dad? You're the…the clown? No!

BOOM!

MUM!! DAD!!

It was you!

Little Alex Price has no-one now! All alone in the big wide world!

Mum? I'm looking for my mum? Have you seen her?

Molly? Is that you? Molly!

Oh Molly. I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

"Bolly! Bolly! OI BOLLY!" A fist slammed onto the table and Alex woke with a start. She found a very angry Gene Hunt glaring at her and a confused man with greasy hair staring at her from across the table.

"Huh? What? Oh!" Alex turned bright red as she realised she had fallen asleep during the interview. She rubbed her eyes. "Erm…sorry…please continue Mr Johnston."

"Call me Ted. Now as I is saying I was at work, I'm a janitor at the bookies you sees, anyways when they comes up ter me and asks me ter put this bag in the rubbish bin. So I goes and puts it in the bin and when I comes back to check on it later, it's gone." The weedy man with black greasy hair had his feet up on the table, a sure sign of over-confidence.

"Whose they Mr Johnston…er Ted?" Gene was getting impatient, and Alex knew he was tempted to smack Mr Johnston on the head.

"The men that gave me the bag Mr 'unt."

Gene raised his eyebrow. "And yer didn't check the bag to see what it 'ad in it?"

"Naw I didn't, because these blokes you see, they was really huge and they tells me not to even look in the bag because they'll break my legs. So I didn't even know there was cocaine in the bag. Then I goes home and my house is in ruins! It must have been them! They trashed me house for bloody fun!" Ted smiled at Alex and licked his lips. She shivered. He really was creepy and rather up himself. The bigger the pedestal, the harder they fall. Just wait till you fall you smarmy bastard. She shook her head slightly and looked down at the notes she had written. Something didn't quite add up. Mr Johnston definitely knew more than he was letting on.

"Looks like he's telling the truth Bolls, we may 'ave to let 'em go." Gene stood up to leave the room. He was sick of this scrawny, pathetic 'janitor from the bookies' leering at his DI and had to fight the urge to punch him in the face.

"Wait a second Gene," Alex put her hand on top of his to stop him leaving. Gene's stomach did a little flip. Get a grip Gene he told himself sternly. "Mr Johnston…er Ted, you said you didn't look in the bag, yet you said, just now, that you didn't know there was cocaine in the bag." Alex was looking at Ted, eyebrows raised.

"Well…erm…I…mean…I didn't look…but I…they told me…and I…" Suddenly Ted became inarticulate and his self-confidence dropped. I've got you now you lanky haired creep! Alex thought gleefully.

"Let me finish that for you Mr Johnston. You looked in the bag and, realising that there was indeed cocaine in the bag, switched the cocaine for talcum powder of whatever it is you can afford on you janitor's salary. The men that gave you the bag,as you so aptly put it, realised you had switched the drugs, came around to your house and smashed it up. So you come down here to try and stitch them up and get off scot free because the men cannot claim that their drugs were stolen. They go down and you can sell the drugs. Am I missing anything?" Alex looked triumphantly at Gene who was looking at her like she had sprung a second head. How the 'eck did she figure that one out? Gene thought hard for a second. Oh I see, he said there was cocaine in the bag but Bolls never said what was actually in the bag so how'd he known there was cocaine in the bag?

"Right then!" Gene strode over the man who was now howling. He grabbed his shirt collar and lifted him up. "Now then DI Drake what do you think we should charge this scumbag with?"

"Erm…I…oh please Mr 'unt! I don't wanna go to jail!" Mr Johnston snivelled. "I…I…I only wanted money so's I could…could…oh please…please don't make me go to jail!"

"Well tough tits! Yer gonna be charged with wasting police time, obstruction of justice and possession of cocaine. And when the men that gave you the bag find out you tried to grass them up…well let's say I'm glad I'm standing 'ere right now!" Gene punched the man in the kidneys and he doubled over. "Yer nicked!" And with that, Gene Hunt walked out of the interview room. Alex looked pitifully at the man, now in the foetal position on the floor, sobbing. Sighing she left the interview room and followed Gene into CID.

Alex walked straight into Gene's office. "Was that really necessary?"

"Yeah of course yer can enter my office Bolls. When the door's closed it mean 'Walk Right In'." Gene didn't even look up from the report or whatever was on his desk.

"You know what I mean! Beating up Johnston like that! Bloody hell Hunt! Must you manhandle every person that enters this building?" Instantly Alex regretted her words. Gene tried to hide a smile as she blushed a deep red. "I…er…mean…must you beat up everyone who enters this building?"

"Man'andle. Man'andle. Hmm…I like that word. Know anyone that I can man'andle Bolly?" Gene smirked in amusement and raised his eyebrow.

The statement threw Alex even more. "I… I dunno Guv. Maybe I do." Oh god! That was really, really clever Alex. Now he'll think you're 'into' him. Which you're not. Are you? Alex looked down at her feet, finding her white boots particularly interesting. "I'm just gonna go back to my desk and er…read through that important report."

"Right then. Good. You go read that report and I'll um…read this report too." Gene looked down at the "report" on his desk and Alex turned to leave.

Well that was awkward they both thought.

Their awkward silence was interrupted as Shaz burst into the office.

"Guv! Ma'am! Viv said they're found a body!"

"Will no-one KNOCK ON THE BLOODY DOOR BEFORE THEY ENTER?!" Gene roared as Shaz beat a hasty retreat, closing the door behind her. She waited for a little bit, then knocked again before waiting to be allowed entrance.

Alex was getting impatient. "Oh for god's sake Shaz just come in!"

Shaz entered looking sheepish. "Sorry Ma'am. Viv says they've found a body."

"Okay thanks Shaz." Alex sighed and walked out of the office, followed by Gene.

"Right! Chris, Raymondo, myself and my esteemed lady colleague 'ere are going to have a look at this body. The rest of you…act busy! Oh and Shaz…" Gene paused and Shaz waited expectantly. "Make us some tea for when we get back. I 'ave a feeling this ain't gonna be pretty."

"Fire up the Quattro!" Alex muttered as she pulled on her favourite white leather jacket.

Okay so that was my little attempt at some Galex (if I failed please tell me)
Also because I'm from NZ I really have no idea how UK accents (especially Gene's) are written. If i also failed at that...please tell me and how I could improve it!

R&R would be lovely!!