Authors Note: School has started again so the next few updates will probably be quite slow :( Sorry guys-blame the government! :P Hopefully there will be some nice Galex in the next few Chapters and...hopefully there might be a little twist (I think) The names might get a little confusing so just PM me if get confuzzled :P Also I do like hearing some theories on how you think the story will go...drop me a review, thanks everyone :)

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Plymouth Calling

Part One- Transfer, Trips and Treason

Chapter Three-Love Knows No Boundaries


June 28th 1982,
CID, Plymouth.

"For god's sake, wha' sorta incompetent twats are ya? At least make sure yer snouts are actually there t' talk to ya, not t' pick up a prozzie!"

Gene Hunt burst through the door, slamming it so hard into the wall that the rebound came and smacked DS Carter full in the chest and sending him sprawling across the floor. His yelp of pain was loud and highly pitched, but it could not be heard through the glass of the office which now held the legendary Manc Lion.

DI Redleigh watched the scene before him unfold and rushed to find a First Aid kit. When he returned, it was turmoil. Carter's nose was pouring blood and the scarlet flow was trailed down his chin onto his white patterned shirt. His cheek had a shadow of a bruise brushed gently from his nose to his ear and the tears of pure agony were mixing with the blood on his shirt cuffs, causing it to separate.

"DC Lightermon, escort this man down to the station nurse," called DI Redleigh across the hyperactivity that this had caused. When nobody moved, Redleigh scowled and shouted, "Now!"

Lightermon leapt up from his cowering position and locked his burley arms around DC Carter. Dragging him away through the open doors and out of sight, they bumped into a young WPC who was looking rather concerned.

Gene Hunt watched his newly found kingdom from his position in the office. He hadn't felt the need to take much with him and, although she didn't know it, most of his stuff was packed into Alex's bottom draw in her desk.

The day had not been going very well. The entire team had found at least two snouts that claimed they had information. DI Redleigh was reluctant to take Gene to meet his snout because he was an ex-lawyer hand had information on everybody. DS Carter's snouts were there shagging prozzies and were absolutely no fucking help whatsoever. Eventually he had gotten bored of their incompetence and wished, not for the first time, that he was back in London.

He stood up, about to refill his whiskey glass when a timid knock came from outside the door. It felt strange that people here knocked, especially when Bolls used to just march in as if she owned the place. He beckoned for them to come in.

"Um, sir?"

"Yeah, luv, wha' is it?" He asked, turning to face the young WPC.

"A call has just come in from Greenbank Estate. Apparently there's been a hit-and-run by the park. The lady called us after an ambulance and so the victim, a young woman, is at the hospital."

"Alright, thanks Sha-I mean WPC Asher. We'll go take a look." Kelly Asher nipped out of his office and went back to her desk. Without a second thought, Gene followed suit, completely ignoring the half full glass of whiskey. Duty calls.

"Right listen up you ugly lot!" he yelled as he walked through the gossiping mini-crowd, "There's bin a hit-'n'-run at Greenbank an' the victim is in hospital. Lightermon an' Rift, take a look at the scene an' Redleigh-you're wiv moi."


June 28th 1982,
Greenbank Hospital, Plymouth.

"How can I help you sir?" Amber Clarkson was a pretty brunette woman with a broad smile and glittering eyes. She glanced at DI Redleigh as Gene spoke.

Retrieving his badge, he answered her question. "I'm DCI Hunt an' this is DI Redleigh. We're 'ere abou' the hit-'n'-run victim tha' was brought in earlier."

"Oh, yes of course," she replied, fixing her eyes downward on some patient notes. "She's been out of surgery for about half an hour. It was nothing serious, just a really badly sprained ankle and wrist. She's been talking non-stop since she got in. Muttering the strangest stuff." Amber shook her head, confused. "Never mind, she's in room 906."

Redleigh smiled at her. "Thank you luv."

When Gene and Redleigh approached the room, a clear cut, highly pitched, woman's voice was floating down the hallway.

"...I dunno. But I'm telling you, you need to contact him! He'll know me, honest!"

Redleigh raised an eyebrow at the argumentative and persistent voice that was currently jabbing at his brain.

When the reached room 906, the voice got louder and then was silenced with another, more authoritative voice that spoke in an agitated manner. "Look, Miss Drake. You must calm down; we're releasing you at the end of the day. Please, it's not good for you."

Gene rubbed his forehead and frowned at his DI. "Miss Drake." he repeated slowly, the cogs on his brain running wild. Surely it couldn't be.

A bustling nurse exited the room quickly and took a sharp left. Gene walked through cautiously. When he got in view of the bed, the sight before him was one that filled his dreams.

Her eyes were wide with amazement and pure excitement and the mischievous glint danced around the hazel orbs, inviting him to be speechless. Her brunette curls fell perfectly around her face, framing it and clinging to her neck. Her fingers played absent-mindedly with the cotton sheets, in nervousness or boredom, he couldn't tell. But one thing was clear:

It was Alex Drake.

She came all this bloody way and got hit by a sodding car! That is so Bolls.

"Bloody hell, Alex! You came all this sodding way an' managed t' get hit by a bloody car. You attract nutters, y'know tha', Bolls?" He smiled at her and rolled his eyes skyward.

She grinned back at him and tried to push herself up in the covers even more. "You really know what to compliment a girl, don't you Gene?"

"Well, I do try Bolls."

She smiled wider at his use of her nickname; it had seemed like months since she heard it. "So, who's your friend?"

Until that point, like Gene, Releigh had been transfixed on this beautiful woman who lay before them. However, he didn't make DI for nothing and he certainly noticed the change in his DCI since walking into this room. His posture had become more relaxed, but yet his body language as he sat in the chair next to her was fiercely protective. His eyes had suddenly begun to sparkle with life and...Love?

And the way she looked at him. Well! How was he supposed to describe it? It was as if there was nothing else in the world-or if there was, it wasn't important anymore. Again, there was protectiveness, but territorial more than anything. Ha, Lioness instantly sprung to his mind. Her eyes were transfixed by his in a loyal and utterly devoted look and for a second as he bent to inspect her cheek bruise, he thought that they were going to kiss.

No doubt about it, they were very much attached to each other and he would even go as far to say that they were most definitely in love. Whoever this Alex Drake maybe, she had tamed the legendary Manc Lion with little more than a few looks.

Since in keeping with politeness, he extended his hand towards her. "DI Liam Redleigh, ma'am."

She shook his hand and returned a glance to Gene, "Technically, you don't have to call me 'ma'am'." She turned to Gene and tapped his hand away from her face, "It's fine, honest. It'll fade in a few days."

She licked her pink lips and bit the corner slightly. "He doesn't know who I am, does he?" She nodded to Liam.

"No, Bolls, he doesn't."

"Hi, my name is DI Alexandra Drake, Metropolitan Police. I guess you can call me Alex if you want." Alex twirled a piece of stray hair around her finger, knowing the effect it had and Gene and tried very hard to ignore the lustful look he was giving her right now.

"DI...? The MET...?" Liam looked absolutely confused as he glanced between the close proximity of Gene and Alex. "Sir, didn't you used to work at the MET? Was Alex your DI?"

"Yes, DI Perfecto, well done, tha' would've taken Quinsy an hour. Would you like a gold star sticker?" Alex giggled at him. "Bugger off to find some decent booze-I'm gaspin'!"

Shaking his head, Liam walked off in an already drunken haze of information; wait 'till CID hear about this!


June 28th 1982,
Alex's Room, Greenbank Hospital, Plymouth.

"So then, Bolls. How'd ya manage to end up as road kill?"

"Hey!" She replied haughtily, "do I look like road kill? –no, thank you. I actually came down here to see...Never mind." She hung her head like a child and glanced up at him with her beautiful hazel eyes.

"Came to see who?" Gene said with a smirk, "Nah, I don't think tha' was the real reason. I ain't a DCI fer nuffin', y'know. I know tha' yer lyin'."

"Okay, well...You'll have to go to my car-"she fished out some keys from a bag "-and get the files for proof, but something big is going down."

His voice dropped to a whisper as she bent in close towards his ear, "Mac is on the corruption path again. Our new DCI is in on it. The best of it-I overheard Mac threatening me. He said 'Drake's a bird and birds are easily taken care of.' I fled down here to find you. I nee-We need you."

Alex brought her lips into a thin line and gazed at Gene. He secretly knew what she was going say. I need you. Maybe the lioness does need some protection.

Gene considered this new information. He felt his anger rise up as thoughts of Mac laying any amount of fingers on Alex. He sighed, hard and long. "Alright Bolls. You can come back to my new apartment and I'll take the day off. Tell me everything and we'll go from there."


June 28th 1982,
Greenbank Hospital, Plymouth.

Bloody hell! That was the famous Alex Drake? Sure, Liam had heard stories about the only female DI in the MET, but meeting her in person...Well! And then there was the whole 'Gene' thing. Technically he was her superior, but the way they talked to each other-it didn't show that. Wow-it was all Liam could say. Maybe they had had something going on.

One thing was crystal, whether or not they knew it, she was taken and Liam was sure it would only be a certain amount of time before he found out why she was here.


June 28th 1982,
Greenbank Hospital, Plymouth.

"I don't bloody care! She's right; I am her partner an' we need t' go. She's absolutely fine, I tell you. If she has any problems I'll bring her straight back." Gene folded his arms and looked the doctor straight in the eye. It felt very, very weird to say that Alex Drake was his partner, even more so when he knew full well that Liam Redleigh was standing within earshot. Alex had told him about the plan and that they had to 'act it out'. But Gene knew that for him at least, there wasn't going to be any acting. And judging by the glint in Alex's eyes, she wasn't either.

She stood up steadily from the bed and limped across to her bag, double checking that everything was in it. As she turned, Alex 'misplaced her foot' and immediately felt Gene's arms wrap around her waist. She could feel the warmth from his body radiating into her and she quickly relaxed against his soft touch. She smiled into the window, knowing full well he could their perfect reflection:

His arms locked around her slim waist and stomach and her hair was tickling his cheek. Subconsciously she moved both her hands to cover his and smiled even wider at the electricity that was crackling in the air. As the tension between was almost unbearable, Alex turned her head slightly so her lips was centimetres from Gene's and his gaze was pulled from the window towards hers.

Alex could feel the gentle warmth of his breath fall over her now reddening cheeks. She pulled away slightly, not breaking eye contact and swivelled around in his arms until she faced him head on. Alex knew her effects on him and so she seductively brought her tongue to run over her top lip, before biting it softly and moving closer to him with every passing second.

Wrapping her arms around his neck and slowly running her hands through his blondish mane, she pulled his head closer to hers and rested her forehead on his; the intimacy between them so profound, that they were practically sharing breath. This is what you wanted Alex. From the day you first saw him. Sam Tyler-wait who was Sam Tyler again? Alex just couldn't believe it; she'd tamed the untamed beast of the kingdom. In the final second, she brushed her hand against his cheek and whispered, "Gene, I-"

"-Right so I got onto Lightermon and Rift and they say...Oh, shit! Um..." DI Redleigh turned sharply on his polished heel and headed back down the corridor.

Gene and Alex had jumped apart so fast that their heads were reeling from the inevitable outcome of the event that had almost taken place. Alex brushed her hair around her face and distractedly smoothed down her clothes. She glanced slyly at Gene but he was already looking at her, a deep sense of need in his eyes.

"Oh, sod it." Alex muttered at the same time as Gene snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her closer.

"Wha' were ya gonna say, Bolls?" A shiver echoed its way down her spine and through her entire body. Without another thought, she stood on tiptoes and claimed his mouth with hers.


June 28th 1982,
CID, Plymouth.

"Holy shit!" Lightermon gasped with disbelief. "Seriously?"

"Yep, I walked in on them. I had no idea...and by the sounds of it, nobody does. Our best bets are phone Fenchurch CID and see if we can get the scoop."

"The Alex Drake was standing in our DCI's arms in her hospital room while they snogged?"

"Ugh!" Kelly Asher exclaimed, "That's disgusting! You shouldn't talk about superior officers like that."

"Well, in all fairness, it was more like snuggling...but it looked very intimate."

"Where are they now?"

"Um...At the Guv's flat 'discussing' work. We all know what that means!" Laugher fell upon CID at the thoughts of their superior officers 'doing the dirty'.

"I reckon we should wire them up one day...you never know what you'll hear!"


June 28th 1982,
Gene Hunt's apartment, Greenbank, Plymouth.

"Alex, the sofa is through the door on the left."

"Yeah, I knew that." She replied, grinning at him with a hint of nervousness in her voice. "I'll go set up all the files on the table-"

"-And I'll get the wine." Gene nodded, already making his way into the kitchen. Alex paused for a second and realised how perfectly they seemed to suit each other. She had always thought of being able to finish sentences for somebody else was a bit 'lovey-dovey'-but with them it was because they understood how each other worked.

She and Gene had driven the long way round to his flat so they could evade a car that looked a bit too suspicious and because secretly they'd wanted to really talk about what had been going on.

Wandering into the living room, it was obvious which room Gene lived in the most; there were whiskey bottles and glasses lining the mantelpiece and blankets that rested very crumpled on the sofa. Alex smiled with mild amusement at just how 'Gene' the apartment looked. Little did he know, she'd found the files in her desk draw with the address for his new flat.

Gene came back through the glasses and the wine and watched her flutter from the table to the cabinet and again to the sofa. She was busy tiding up for him. Bloody woman!

"Alright, Bolls. I think we've got enough space now." He smiled at her and sat down heavily on the sofa and picked up a file.

"That's my new DCI's personal file," Alex said sheepishly and glanced sideways at him.

"Bolly! Are you tryin' t' tell me that you broke into the records room, stole a personal file about a superior officer an' then photocopied it?" Gene stared at her absolutely incredulous; Alex Drake did not break protocol!

"Yeah…Yeah I guess I did do all that. You're not a good influence on me!" She sat down on the floor and leant against the sofa. Alex rested her right arm on the sofa cushion and turned to face Gene. "I guess I'm in massive trouble when I go back. To be honest I didn't actually think about the consequences of my actions…Irresponsibility doesn't suit me."

"No, Bolls…but it's pretty sexy." He said coyly eying her up and down.

"Oh you insufferable man!" she glared mockingly at him as he went to grab her wrist. "You'll have to do better than that!" she called as she flounced off down towards his bedroom, taunting him with her body.


Authors Note: Thank you for reading :) I didn't give a cliffhanger as I'm not sure when the next update is coming and I have been rather addicted to them recently! just a little bit of shameless advertising...if you read Because Time has a Loophole then an extra bit has been added to chapter three.