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Alex opened one eye blearily. Snuggling down a bit further, she tried to remember what had happened last night. She got the feeling it was something important... something to do with CID... carpets? Yes, there was definitely something to do with carpets... black carpets? Blue carpets? They were having an argument... her and... and... Gene? Gene! Gene had thought the carpet was blue, but it wasn't. She was sure of that. Wait. There was something more... with a slight gasp, Alex remembered what had happened last night. Her and Gene standing so close together, falling onto the sofa, the phone ringing and Gene pushing it away. She sat up bolt upright, excited, but then reality overtook her. How were they going to act? Naturally? Like it never happened? How would the rest of CID react if they knew? She felt a mixture of excitement and nerves push their way through and start stampeding round her belly. Alex sat there for a minute more, thinking about possibilities that could happen. Snapping herself back to the real world, she dragged herself upwards and started to get dressed.
The Gene Genie was sat at his desk with his crocodile-boot clad feet swung up onto his desk, his glass of Scotch already sat in front of him. Last night... he still wasn't quite sure it had been real. He had wanted it for so long and now... finally. He sighed to himself contentedly, and raised his glass to take a swig. At that moment, Alex arrived through the two double doors exactly opposite his office. Gene stared through catching the gaze of Alex for a second, before she looked away self-consciously and sat down at her desk. She glanced up a second later, but almost immediately her eyes darted downwards again. Gene saw a slight red tinge creeping up her neck and for some reason found himself feeling a bit hot around the ears. At that moment, Shaz knocked on the window of his door.
'Guv? We've got Oliver Hart down in the cells - you know, Bridget Hart's husband? Only I think you should see 'im now if you're going to - 'es getting a bit agitated.'
Gene took a deep breath. Natural, he thought. Nothing out of the ordinary happened last night. He stood up, and strode out of the door.
'Bolly!' He called. Shit! What had happened to his voice? It had gone all squeaky from lack of use and the members of CID were looking at him curiously. All but Alex, who was avoiding his eye. He cleared his throat subtly. 'Lady Bolls,' He said, voice thankfully back to normal, 'We, 'ave got to talk to a suspect. So get your arse down to the interview room now.'
' Yes Gen- Guv- Ge-,' Alex panicked and made a few unintelligible sounds for a moment, before exclaiming loudly, 'SIR!' immediately commanding an awkward silence throughout the whole room. Shaz, looking to break the ice, hurriedly said, ' You look a bit tired today, ma'am, did you sleep alright last nig-' Alex cut her off mid sentence.
'Nowhere! Nothing! No-one! I mean- stop asking questions, Shaz!' Alex managed to stutter. Ray looked around at the rest of CID, trying to stop himself laughing. He concealed his face behind a magazine with a large pair of tits on the front.
Gene and Alex started looking anywhere but each other and both ended up staring down at the carpet in embarrassment. They both looked up and caught each other's eye at the same instant.
'Chequered. Didn't see that one coming,' stuttered Gene.
'Yeah, well, half of the squares are black so technically I was more right than you,' Alex muttered out of the corner of her mouth. This curious exchange left the rest of CID staring at each other in puzzlement, wondering what just happened.
The pair of them caught each other's gaze for a moment, and both hurried out of the doors.
'Well that went bloody well' Gene barked when they were out of earshot, causing Alex's face to flush an even darker red than before 'I'm sure nobody will suspect a thing after that spectacularly convincin' performance you and yer little fruitcake brain concocted back there'
'Viv' Alex addressed the tall skipper who was reading behind his desk, completely ignoring Gene 'Have you got Oliver Hart ready for us to interview?'
'Just though there Ma'am' He jerked a thumb towards interview room 2b and Alex began to stride towards it, Gene overtook her and burst through the doors first, he was clearly annoyed.
The man sitting behind the desk, staring at his feet looked up when they entered. Alex took a seat but Gene took to pacing the room behind her.
The man sitting behind the desk was Oliver Hart. His thick brown hair was in the same cut as Chris, but somehow sharper and more ominous. He had strange blue eyes that were constantly darting about, looking all around the room and taking in every detail. His jaw was set tight which emphasized the dent at the bottom of his chin. Alex could hear him breathing quickly and irregularly from across the table and his fingers were tapping harder and harder on the desk. It seemed Shaz was right when she said he was agitated. Alex looked at him curiously, for somebody who had just found out their wife was in fact alive and not mashed to a pulp at the bottom of a block of flats, he didn't look very pleased.
'Oliver, we received call from you telling us that you're wife had been murdered yesterday. But as you know she...'
'She,' Gene cut in 'Is very much bloody alive, so I'd like an explanation and make it bloody true this time, not the bullshit you span us last night because I...' He slumped himself down in a chair next Alex and glared at Oliver 'Am not in the mood.' He finished.
'W-we had an a-argument and she left. So I w-went outside and s-saw... thought it was her,' Oliver was looking very nervously at Gene who was still scowling at him. He spoke very fast and was stammering slightly.
'Hey,' Said Alex Gently 'slow down, nobody's angry with you.' She looked furiously at Gene 'Take your time.'
Oliver continued but this time he sounded calmer and spoke smoothly. 'I went outside and I thought it was her. So I called the police. I was so relieved when I found out it wasn't...'
'Yeah, you look it,' Said Gene sarcastically
'And there really isn't anything else to it Mr Hunt,' There was a silence and Oliver looked desperate 'Really!' Alex took pity on him.
'It's ok, we believe you.'
'Do we now?' Gene Growled, then he leant forwards 'Listen 'ere Hart, if I find out that you know anything more than you've let on, I swear, you'll wish yer mother had kept 'er legs closed because I'll be coming down on you so hard, the only evidence that yer ever existed will be a poof shaped hole in the floor, do you understand?'
He swallowed and nodded furiously.
'Guv, we've got no evidence suggesting that he did anything wrong' Alex told him, annoyed at how aggressive he was being.
Gene considered what she had said. He burned with anger inside but still couldn't ignore the fact that she was right. 'Get out of my sight'
Oliver didn't beat about the bush, he was up and out of the room like a shot. Gene glared at him whilst he left.
'How dare you speak to him like that!' Alex spat at him as they re entered CID 'The man has done nothing wrong!'
'He might as well have the word GUILTY written across his bloody forehead and don't tell me how to talk to my suspects!'
'HE'S NOT A SUSPECT!'
Ray, Chris and Shaz all looked up, glad to see that the Guv and their DI were back to normal.
'I am yer superior officer and you do not speak t' me like that!' He yelled back at her 'Now get out of my department 'till you've sorted yerself out! Yer no use to anyone this mornin' you worthless cow!' He spat out his last words almost venomously and Alex looked like she'd just been slapped round the face.
Shaz tried to hide her sharp intake of breath. That was a bit of an overreaction, even for the Guv. She thought.
The Guv's mouth fell open when he saw the expression on her face and he looked as if he was going to say something but instead he simply shut it again and waited for her reaction.
Alex turned round and stormed out of CID letting the door slam loudly behind her and allowing an awkward silence to follow. Everyone turned to look at the Guv who carried on as if nothing had happened.
'Chris, Ray I want statements from everyone living by the murder scene.' He barked, pacing up the room 'Shaz, get Annette Thomson's family on the phone and you two!' He addressed two more officers sitting around doing nothing 'Pull in Bridget Hart.' there were a few seconds where everyone continued to stare at him. 'Mush!' He ordered and CID sprang to life.
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