The first 'easter egg' for episode 2. A few more to follow. I'm trying to keep them somewhat in synch with the story (and smutty, of course) and I think this one works. Sometimes, though, they may just be smutty scenes that don't fit entirely. Hope you enjoy them anyway!

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"I don' know how you can expect me to unnerstand Gene." Alex was already drunk when he'd got to the bar, but after spending an hour with Supermac in the sauna he needed a bloody drink. Or ten. He was hoping she'd be there, he needed to talk to her.

"He's my bloody Superintendent. And yours too, I shouldn't have t'remind you. I have no choice Drake. And I can't be worried about your tender little feelings if he's giving me orders you don't agree with!" He turned to the bar owner. "Luigi! How much has she had to drink?" He raised his eyebrows as Luigi set an empty wine bottle on the bar. He blew out a breath when Luigi put down a second one.

"But 'm your D.I. Gene!" She pounded the table as her head dropped closer to the bar.

He scowled and downed the glass of beer sitting in front of him. He'd need to drink a lot to catch up and signaled for Luigi to bring a scotch. "Make it a double."

Gene sat and listened to her tell him everything he was doing wrong, outlining every bad decision he'd ever made, then start over on the ones from that day. As she talked she poked him in the chest, pounded her fist on his thigh. Their knees knocked together. She looked lost, and beautiful. He started to feel guilty. And hard.

Alex stood up without warning, swaying "I'm going to bed."

"I'll walk you up, then." Gene followed her out of the bar. He used to do it all the time, walk her upstairs. It seemed like ages ago. It might have been a week.

"What are you bloody doing!" She didn't turn her head as he came up behind her, sliding his hands around her waist.

"Making sure you get up the bleedin' stairs." He growled. Maybe he was a little drunk himself.

Alex swatted his hands away. She was too angry to want him near her any longer, but she couldn't make herself send him away. If she'd been honest with herself she'd have realized that they hadn't spent time together like this in over a week, not since they'd, well. She'd missed him. She might have realized he'd missed her too, if she was paying attention.

"Want to talk t'you. Come on Alex." He pushed her through the door and up the stairs, hands firmly on her behind as he followed her up.

Alex struggled putting the key into the lock as Gene pressed his entire body against hers, pushing her close to the door. She shuddered, drunk, his scent overtaking her. She needed to sleep, needed him to go away. But she needed him too much.

Together they stumbled through the door, Gene's arms now tighter around Alex's waist to keep them both from falling over.

Gene squeezed her arse once before stumbling down the hall. "Need a slash."

"Don't pass out and knock your head on my sink!"

Gene mumbled something, and Alex heard the door slam.

Alex peeled off her jacket and boots, staggering to the sofa and pouring herself onto it. Why did Gene follow her up here? She wasn't sure she trusted him, and it made her angry. Angry that she needed him so much and he could let her down so severely. She couldn't bear thinking she couldn't trust him.

"Drake" Gene shook her as he sat heavily on the sofa next to her. "Wake up Drake."

"Mmpf." Alex wriggled and pushed him away.

"Come on Bolls." Gene shook her again, pulling her closer. Alex landed against his chest and he wrapped his arms around her, one hand firmly on her arse. "S'better."

Leaning back, he pulled Alex on top of him as he swung his legs under her. "Oof, Drakey, you puttin' on weight?"

"Shut up you pig." Alex pushed herself up, her elbows digging into his chest as she hoisted herself off of him. "I'm going to bed."

"What d'you mean pig?" Gene half sat. "C'n I come wi' you?"

Alex stopped. "Come with me? I'm going to bed."

"So?" He staggered up, swaying as he took a step closer. 'We 'ave slept t'gether." He leered drunkenly, his face close to hers. "Could do it again." His eyes narrowed.

Alex swayed and gripped his shoulders, pushing him back to upright. She suddenly felt less drunk. "One time Gene. Won't happen again. Don't tell me you're still thinking about that?" Her resolve fell a little at his disappointed expression.

"Course I've thought about it. Seems no matter how many times I do though it's never the same without you wrigglin' around underneath me." He leaned in to kiss her, pausing before he got to her lips.

It took Alex a moment to catch on. "Oh, god, Gene" she scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Don' wanna know that." She pushed him and pulled away. "I think you should go home."

Gene hung onto her. "Can't I stay here?" He pleaded. "Don' want to go home." And he needed to tell her. Make sure she knew.

"No, Gene. No You go home." Her body pressed closer to his as his hands moved over her. It would be easy to say yes, she wanted to, wanted him. "No. 'm angry w' you Gene." She pushed away.

"Alex" he moved his hands to her face, pulling her closer, not kissing her. "I need you to trust me. Please." He wanted her so badly. He took a step closer as his lips descended.

"Can't." She pushed him away again. For the last time. "I can't trust you."

With a weak slap to his chest Alex staggered down the hall, slamming the bedroom door behind her, passing out the instant she hit the bed. Leaving Gene standing alone in her kitchen.

"Shit." He stood there for a few moments, almost chased after her. Then he lit a cigarette, and left her alone.