CHAPTER 4

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CID was in a sleepy haze. It had been a slow morning for crime and most of the department were engaged in activities other than work. Ray was in the kitchenette, dozing, a smoke hanging precariously out of his mouth. Chris was staring intently at a crossword puzzle, biting the corner of his bottom lip in intense concentration. And Shaz? Well Shaz was the only one who was actually working. Tapping away at the keys on the typewriter while bopping away to the music on her walkman.

Alex observed all this from her place at her desk. She was again pouring over her notes Jack West in puzzlement. It still didn't make any sense! Why would a man who had only ever been involved in petty crimes move on to Bank robberies? What was his motivation? His life now wasn't one that could be described as successful. He had no family to speak of, his home was frankly a mess and his job was that of a poorly paid caretaker at a local primary school. Could his miserable situation in life cause his raison d'être to be that of a man that needs to commit crimes to survive? It certainly didn't seem to fit the profile Alex had created.

"Oh for goodness sake!" Alex snapped and threw her pen across the room. It narrowly missed Chris' head, just skimming over the top of it, and hit Ray square in the forehead startling him awake and he promptly fell off the chair he was sitting in with a loud thud. Shaz, noticing the movement out of the corner of her eye, glanced up and turned away quickly trying to stifle her laughter.

Alex sniggered from behind her hand "Oh god sorry Ray wasn't intending to hit you"

Gingerly picking himself off the floor Ray glared at Alex "Of course not ma'am. It's not like you have tried to hurt me in the past" He rubbed the bridge of his nose in remembrance.

Alex sighed and glanced over at Gene's office. He still wasn't in and it was nearly 12. Why was this bothering her so much? It wasn't as if she'd actually ever let Gene know how she felt…well except that time she got really drunk and practically offered herself to him on a plate. Alex's face twisted in disgust at the thought of what happened after. Ugh Thatcherite Wanker

Suddenly the double doors flew open and Gene came through them, coat flapping in his wake. He didn't acknowledge the chorus' of "Mornin' Guv" (even though it was now 12:05) and went straight to his office and slammed the door behind him.

Alex looked over at Gene in his office and he met her gaze before looking away again and busying himself with the dinky toys on his desk. Alex's nerves were already frayed, what with the earlier incident, but his now apparent disregard for actually being on time to run his department made her blood boil. Pushing back from her desk with intent she stormed over to his office, threw open the door and slammed it behind her. Gene looked up at her momentarily before going back to playing with the cars.

"What is it Bolly?" He said with a resigned sigh "What 'ave yer got yer fancy French knickers in a twist over this time?"

Alex slammed her hands down on the table causing him to jump.

"Bloody 'ell Bolls! Wot the 'ell 'as got into yer?"

"You just don't get it do you?" Alex jabbed a finger at him "You can't just swan in at anytime you want! It's your responsibility to run this department not shag some victim from a Bank robbery!" She paused breathing hard before starting again "These people look up to you! What are they supposed to think if you go about nailing victims? Where the hell are your morals?! Your ethics?!"

Gene stood up and brought himself to full height towering imposingly over Alex. "Wot I do in my spare time D.I. Drake is no concern of yours! Now kindly get yer arse out of me office 'fore I throw yer out!"

Alex was about to make a scathing come back when the phone started ringing. Gene answered it making a few affirmative noises before replacing the receiver.

"Well D.I. Drake. It seems like the victim still requires me 'elp. In fact she jus' rang fer me to come over which is now precisely where I'm off ter" With that he side stepped Alex and swept out of CID nearly knocking over Viv in the process.

Alex emerged from Gene's office "What is it Viv?"

"Old lady caught a guy trying to break into her house off Smith street. She knocked him unconscious and called us" he looked round "Should I go fetch the Guv back?"

"No Viv" Alex replied "The Guv has more important things to do apparently" Grabbing her jacket from her chair she called Ray and Chris and together they headed over to Smith Street.


Isobel answered her door her feet bare and dressed in jeans and in a man's shirt which was too big for her figure so was tied at the front; her hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail. She smiled at Gene before grabbing him by the tie and pulling him in for a kiss. He kicked the door shut behind him, has hands cupping her arse and squeezing gently.

"Tu m'as beaucoup manqué Gene!" She mumbled against his lips, biting the lower one as she guided him through the hallway, dragging off his jacket and tie and depositing them on the stairs before leading him into the lounge.

"I wish yer wouldn't bloody babble on in that language… I can't understand a word yer sayin' 'alf the time." His hands roamed over her body, as she unbuttoned his shirt and allowed it to drop to the floor with a rustle of fabric.

"Like your DI I suppose?" She smiled cheekily at him, shoving him back onto the plush sofa and dropping to her knees at his feet.

"What was it that yer wanted anyway Belle?"

"You… of course Gene." She placed her hands on his knees, forcing them apart and settling her body between them; she reached towards him, undoing the belt and pulling it free before moving forward again taking the zipper of his trousers between her fingers and pulling it down slowly.

"Up." She leant back as he stood up, her face close to his zip as she tugged down his trousers, shortly followed by his boxers. She pushed him to sit back down again, leaving his trousers and boxers around his ankles.

"Bloody 'ell!" Isobel took his length in one hand, cupping his balls gently but firmly with the other.

"You're so big and warm and delicious Gene… I could just taste you all day." She pumped his length rubbing her thumb over the tip and smiling at him all coy and teasing. She knew exactly the effect she was having on him.

Isobel kissed the inside of his thigh, watching him through heavy lidded eyes. She nipped at the flesh and smiled when he jumped slightly in response. Using the sofa to give herself leverage Isobel leant forward and took the tip of his length into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the tip, sucking at the same time keeping up a light pressure.

She heard him groan and the thud of his head as it fell back against the sofa. Isobel hummed in appreciation and she felt Gene's body tense at the vibrations against his length.

"Oh gods!"

Isobel worked her way up and down his length, licking and sucking whilst pumping her hand up and down. She took him in her mouth fully and moved her head, having to grip at his thighs to stop him from thrusting up into her mouth. It was so warm and hot that Gene had to focus hard on not coming too soon. The way she teased him was enough to drive any man insane.

She didn't relent in her attentions and Gene soon found he couldn't hold back anymore. His body tensed as he reached the peak of his orgasm.

"I'm gonna co…"

He didn't get much else out as Isobel massaged his balls her mouth sucking the tip of his length as he came in her mouth, she swallowed and Gene sighed in ecstasy. She coaxed him down through his orgasm, watching his hands as the gripped the sofa seats and the sounds of his breathing, laboured and heavy.

Isobel licked the tip of his length, clearing away the final droplets and smiled at him; her chin was resting on the edge of the sofa between his legs, her hands now splayed open on his thighs.

"Drink Gene?" She asked as she kissed his skin lightly.

He was still breathing hard, but managed to focus on her and smile.

"Yeah. Usual thanks."

She patted his knee as she sauntered over to the drinks cabinet and opening the cupboard removed the bottle of whiskey she had bought just for him. She took ice from the ice pot and piled it high in one glass, the other empty. Heading back over to the sofa she placed the items on the coffee table and then went back to the windows drawing the blinds down across the windows so that the slats let light in but no view out.

As she approached him, Isobel slowly undid each of the buttons on her shirt, finally untying the knot to reveal her white lacy bra. She shimmied out of her jeans purposely bending forward at an angle to give Gene a better view of both her arse and breasts. He inwardly groaned at the sight before him.

Isobel was a woman who knew the art of seduction down to an art form. She clearly was an experienced woman who knew what she wanted from a man each time. A part of Gene had often wondered whether she had worked as an expensive prostitute… considering Alex had pointed out it didn't always have to be the unfortunate ones that did the job.

"So Gene… are you able to stay a little longer?"

Isobel plucked an ice cube from the ice and trailed it down her chest, gasping at the coldness of it and leaving a trail of moisture along her skin. She lifted it to her mouth sucking on it before crunching it playfully between her teeth.

"I see no problem Belle."

She straddled Gene's waist, her underwear was wet from where she was clearly aroused by him and her previous actions. Gene unclasped the back of her bra, pulling it off with his teeth before taking a nipple in his mouth. With one hand he massaged her breast he wasn't lavishing attention on; the other hand was placed on the small of Isobel's back, his fingers moving in languid circles.

Isobel arched her body backwards, breaking away from Gene's touch for a moment as she reached for the bottle of whiskey. She brought the bottle between them and unscrewed the cap; bring the bottle to her lips and taking a mouthful. It burned her throat and she coughed handing the bottle to Gene who chuckled at her.

As Gene took a larger swig from the bottle, Isobel made a point of grinding her hips down, rubbing the wet lace against him. Gene could feel the warmth of her body and he began to respond. She took the bottle from him and placed it on the ground before reaching back for the ice cubes once again. Before she was able to grab the tumbler Gene held her body still, placing hot and wet kisses across her stomach.

She giggled and wriggled in his grasp, but found herself pinned beneath him as he turned her body to lie along the length of the sofa. One hand pinned her arms gently to the arm of the sofa, whilst his other hand tugged at her underwear, guiding it down her legs.

"Yes won't be needin' them anymore." He muttered against her flushed skin, earning a whimper of approval as Gene's free hand trailed up and down her body, stroking her sensitive areas and making her body arch up in response.

"Fuck me Gene please!" Isobel pleaded, not caring that she was begging now.

Gene couldn't deny that he enjoyed hearing her beg, let alone the words and way she said the words. He wouldn't admit it but for a tiny moment Gene wondered if Alex would be as dirty in bed. It was sometimes easy to see how alike Isobel and Alex were; both feisty, strong minded, intelligent women with class… but Isobel hid a seductive side that she let people see but never know quite how kinky she could be.

He loved how she let him fuck her in her high heels… it had been his undoing when she had shown up in a white dress with white boots. He never revealed to Isobel the real reason why though.

Gene teased her clit with the tip of his length, still not letting go of her wrists as he slid into her slowly, inch by inch. Isobel simply sighed caught between pleasure and torture as Gene refused to thrust into her like she wanted. He continued his slow pace as he pulled back out, Isobel moaning in frustration.

"Gene! Please just fuck me! Hard! Gods I need you so bad."

He finally relented and thrusted back in harder, filling her as she wrapped her legs around his hips urging him on as she raised her hips to meet his.

"Fuck Belle you're so wet!!"

She didn't respond anything coherently, only babbled moans and pleas of pleasure as he pounded into her body. She tensed her internal muscles making Gene alsmot falter in his pattern.

"Yer keep doin' that," He panted nipping at her neck and sucking at one spot until a love bite formed as he tried to keep in control of his body, "'n I won't keep goin' fer much longer!"

She clenched her muscles around him once again and Gene responded by thrusting harder, her grip tightening on her wrists.

"Oh gods that's good! Yes Gene! There! Like that!"

He thrust again into her hard; any longer like this and he was going to orgasm, but he needed her to come first. Gene moved his free hand between their body tweaking her nipples, and rolling them between his finger tips. Isobel arched her body up into his touch forcing her clit to rub against him, she shivered in response; her mouth formed in a silent 'oh.'

"I'm comin' Belle."

Genes' words were lost on Isobel, her body already at the edge and tumbling over. Her body shivered as she came, her inner muscles tight around Gene's length as he managed to thrust into her a few more times before he was brought over the edge as well.

He barely managed to keep his body up off of her lithe form, worried that he would crush her. Isobel lay there, panting before she opened her eyes and gazed up at him a smile playing on her lips.

Her tongue darted to moisten her lips. Gene released his grip on her wrists and with some difficulty sat back up; her body tucked up against his as he lounged there basking in the afterglow of sex. Isobel smiled against his chest as she traced circles on his skin.

"Remind me to tease you more Gene."

The remainder of the day was spent finding out exactly how many ways Isobel could 'innocently' tease Gene; whether it was in her kitchen on the work top, on the stairs, in the bathroom or in her bed.


Walking into Luigi's later that night Alex decided she really needed a drink. Alex could barely return Luigi's smile and he sensed her discomfort.

"Something wrong signorina Drake?"

"Bloody men!" Alex smiled slightly, she hadn't meant to bite Luigi's head off.

"Sorry. Rough day, could do with a bottle of red please Luigi."

"As you wish Signorina."

Luigi bustled off opening a bottle for her. Alex cringed at the sounds of a feigned high pitched scream followed by laughter. Alex turned to see Ray holding his nipple's and looking affronted. She frowned in his direction.

"Demonstrating your wonderful cleavage again Ray? I must say, it's better than mine."

The C.I.D boys laughed again, unsure of whose side to take. Alex couldn't blame them, she'd acted like a rookie and had very nearly paid the price.

They had responded to the call at Smith Street, Alex had gone to the front door and was about to knock when a man opened the door and came bustling into her. She'd pushed him back, waving her warrant card as she suspected the unconscious blagger had come to his sense at last and was about to make a break for it.

"I'm D.I Alex Drake-"

"Cor that's a right nice pair that is!"

He'd waited no longer, clamping his clammy hands down over her chest with a rough squeeze before running by her and her apparently incapacitated officers; Chris and Ray were bent double laughing. She'd since head that use of the uniform guys had picked him up and brought him in, but she was in no mood to interview him right now, or without Gene.

The others didn't improve her mood, insisting on taking the Michael at every possible opportunity. Alex went back to the bar and started on her wine, brooding over her DCI. She supposed he would be flat on his back, thinking of Cheltenham, Isobel bouncing on his balls right about now.

Alex tried to shake the feeling of uneasiness. She was being stupid. Just a jealous tart who didn't like the sudden lack of attention form a man, because another had been willing to repay him in kind. There was absolutely no foundation for her bad feeling towards Isobel other than that, and as a psychologist she felt she should grow up. No matter how hard she tried, no matter how many glasses of wine she got through, she couldn't shake the bad feeling off.

Alex had just got to her feet, ready to go upstairs when Gene wandered in. She felt her blood temperature rise to past boiling point, and she was sure she would feel a vein pop if she didn't get this off her chest. Making up her mind, she nodded an headed towards Gene. Speaking to him through her teeth as she reached him.

"I think you need a cigarette in the fresh air Guv."

She dragged him back from whence he'd came and threw his back against the wall.

"Bleedin' 'ell Boll's. Didn't know you liked a bit o'rough n tumble."

Alex poked at his chest, every ounce of pain, disdain, discomfort, jealousy and anger pouring out of her in a series of rapid pokes.

"There's a whole lot of things you don't know about me Hunt! Things you didn't care to know! Now while you were off playing beast to Princess Belle, we had a robbery in progress, and all I had for back-up was pinky and sodding perky! Since I've come to work here, I've been humiliated in every way possible, all of C.I.D has seen my arse, watched me snog the face of a thatcherite and this evening, their all having a jolly good time laughing about me being groped earlier! And it's all down to you! You Gene Hunt, are the bane of my very existence, I can't stand to watch this any longer!"

Alex stood catching her breath. Gene's face had remained stony all the way through her rant, and he showed no signs what so ever of caring about a single thing she just said. Finally, he pouted his lips and furrowed his brow. His voice sounded far away and child like with his question.

"Someone groped you?"

Alex clenched her fists and made a frustrated, strangled sound, her eyes looking to the heavens for a moment before she stormed off leaving Gene in the cold. Alex ran up the stairs to her flat, tears flowing freely down her face, relieving a little of the tension. She hadn't heard Gene follow her up the stairs because of her sobs. The first she knew about it was a hand at her elbow, whipping her round to face him.

"Yer didn't answer my question Drake."

"Yes, someone groped me. But don't worry, we got the collar in the end Gene, no need to worry."

Alex turned back to her door, wiping the tears from her face as she tried to open the door. He didn't move.

"Did 'e… did 'e 'urt yer boll's?"

Alex shook her head, unable to stop the flow of tears. She felt him twist her round once more, and turned her eyes upon him. She said nothing, hoping that the wave of mixed feelings weren't visable on her face. She knew they were, knew that he couldn't fail to see she was angry. Couldn't fail to see that she was jealous. Gene shook his head with a sigh.

"What are yer tryna tell me Alex?"

Alex swallowed hard and shook her head.

"I'm tired of this Gene, too tired. Night."

Without another word she went into her flat, closing the door firmly behind her without looking back. She didn't hear Gene curse softly in the corridor.