Thanks so so much to the people who reveiwed on the last chapter, This chapter has more Galex as promised :D and it sets up the plot for the rest of the story.

Disclaimer: Unfortunately we don't have the right's to Ashes to Ashes but its definately going on our Christmas lists this year :D

The team were sitting in the cosy little restaurant of Luigi's, soft chatter and quiet Italian opera echoing around in the background. The candles gave the whole place a lovely warm feeling, and Gene and Alex were sitting on their own table for two in the corner slightly apart from the likes of Ray, Chris and Shaz who were laughing and chatting to each other. Gene lifted up the bottle of 'House red' they had been sharing and refilled Alex's glass up right to the brim. Alex gave him a thankful smile, and dipped her head to take a sip from the glass without lifting it from the table. Gene stared at the top of her head, trying to work it out.

'What I don't get, Bolly, is why we were told it was Bridget when the body was actually this Annette Thomson. Didn't anyone think to check with her family before tellin' us? Who ID'd her?'

Alex looked up at him and rested her head in her hands. 'Well, it was Bridget's husband who ID'd her... but I don't think the husband would have told us the wrong name on purpose. The girl was mashed up to a pulp. She was quite unrecognisable and the poor man probably wasn't all that keen to spend too long looking at a bloodied up corpse, even if it was his wife.'

'But then why didn't those doctor people make an effort to check? If they knew he migh' be wrong, then why not? Sometimes, it feels like it's only me who does any work at all round 'ere.'

Alex smiled to herself. She looked up at Gene, who was now staring down into the glass of wine in front of him. He was looking very good tonight, she noticed. His sandy blond hair was slightly swept back and he had abandoned the usual black suit jacket and was just sitting in his shirt, with the top few buttons open. He had also discarded his tie. As though feeling her gaze upon him, Gene looked up and caught her eye for a second. Alex felt a slight flush creeping up the base of her cheeks and hastily took a sip of wine to regain her composure. He scrutinised her for a moment and she stared back at him, feeling a slight frission of excitement.

'Once you've put your eyes back in Bolly, we need to bring the husband in first thing tomorrow morning. What was his name?'

'His name was Oliver. Oliver Hart.'

'Right then, tomorrow, we are going to nail tha' bastard and make him tell the truth. I want everyone in CID bright and early.'

The illusions of an early night and timely start in CID the next morning were shattered when their second bottle of wine began to run dry and the third was opened. Alex was slightly more tipsy than usual, partly because she hadn't eaten anything that night. The body earlier that day was enough to put her off luigi's spaghetti for as while as Gene had so eloquently pointed out.

'I'm telling you you're wrong' Alex told him smugly pouring herself a little more and tipping the rest into Gene's glass.

'And you're drunk' Gene pointed out pulling her glass off her

'And you're more drunk' Alex replied pulling it back. She wasn't wrong there. Gene downed the rest of his glass.

'And I am you're DCI and I know the colour of my own bloody carpet, thank you very much'

'Maybe you shouldn't be DCI if you don't know your colours' she giggled

'It's Blue' Gene growled

'It's Black!' Alex spat back they stared at each other for a second and then burst out laughing

Gene stood up 'Get yer coat Bolly' He grabbed her by the wrist, not actually giving her enough time to grab her coat and dragged her outside.

'Where are we going?' She demanded

'We're gonna see who's right'

'Well then Gene Huntttt. Prepare to be proved...provid...proven proven wrong! Ha.'

Gene smirked, walking in the opposite direction, away from CID 'Just. You. Wait.'

Neither of them quite knew how, but five minutes following that conversation they ended up in Alex's flat.

Alex looked crossly around 'Hey! This isn't IDC...' She paused '...DIC...' She paused again '...CID!' She finished triumphantly.

Gene also looked put out. 'We could look at the carpet in here?' He suggested shuffling forwards and looking at his feet. There was a silence.

'I don't want to look at the carpet' she said. Gene looked up to find Alex standing right in front of him. They stayed there for a few seconds in silence, just looking. His sea green eyes pierced her Hazel ones and she could feel his hot breath on her cheek.

Gene threw herself backwards onto the sofa and Alex slumped down next to him. Her heart leapt when she felt his hand brush against hers but he didn't move it away. He just left it, placed gently on top of hers. The silence had now perhaps gone on for too long. Gene being drunk said the first thing that came into his head but this time it wasn't sarcastic, smutty or egotistical. In fact this time he simply said the truth.

'You know Bolly' He said quietly 'Secretly, I like yer eyes'

There was a very long pause.

She looked at him as if considering what he had just said 'Well... Secretly I like your accent'

There was another pause.

He gazed back. 'I like how you never shut up'

Pause.

'I like it when you knock people out'

'I like your psychiatry crap'

'Psychology.' She corrected him automatically

'I like it when you do that'

'I like the way you smell'

They were very close together now.

'I like the way you dress'

Their noses were almost touching.

It took all His remaining courage to say this next thing. He may have been drunk but he was still terrified. He may have encountered drug dealers and murderers, gun shoot outs and secret operations, terrorists and psychos. His job may be to pull the very worst scum off the streets and put them behind bars, single handedly fighting the scariest people London had to offer, but never in his life had he ever been more afraid then he was now. He took a deep breath.

'I'd really like to kiss you now'

'I'd like that too'

And before they knew what was happening they were kissing. His hand found hers again and their fingers entwined. It was nervous at first but they soon got into it. Her hands ran though his hair and slid around his neck. He pulled her in closer as the kiss deepened and sent shivers down her spine. Alex tugged Gene's jacket off him and he pulled her top off over her head. They somehow managed to stumble into her bedroom still interlocked. She began to unbutton his shirt and they fell backwards onto her bed. The bright red phone on her bedside table began to ring and Alex reached to answer it. Gene smacked it off the table, whatever it was, it could wait. He on the other hand, had waited long enough.

So theres chapter two! Please, please let us know what you think as your reveiws are so awesome! lots and lots of Love Phoebe and Eliza xxx