(Hiya, Just realised that in the excitement of writing this fanfic I forgot to write a disclaimer so here it is. I don't own any of the characters in this fanfic as they are property of Kudos and the BBC. No profit is being made from this fanfic. Now that's the formality's out of the way, I would just like to say thank you for all the lovely reviews, and the helpful pointers on how I can improve, hopefully I have used them, though I can't promise that my spelling and grammar has totally improved, so please let me know if you spot any errors. This is my longest chapter yet, and I think also one of the best. Sorry about the cliff hanger, tehe.)
Chapter Four
The rest of the film had been a blur to both Alex and Gene, when the final credits finished and the lights came up, Alex was still sat in her seat but with her legs across Gene's lap, his hair slightly ruffled from Alex running her fingers through it. Now they sat there with Gene twiddling her hair around his fingers. "Right then Bolls, I guess we better be off then, unless you want to give the cleaners a hand picking up all this popcorn."
Alex looked around them and laughed at the popcorn scattered on the floor around them, from the times she had attempted to feed it to him, but for some reason he had been more interested in nibbling her fingers. She slipped her legs off his and stood up, brushing the popcorn pieces off her as she did so. She stopped and looked down at Gene who was still sat there gazing intently at her. "What are you doing?" she asked him, not quite sure whether his eyes were focused on hers or her breasts.
"Just admiring the view," he joked, and let her pull him to his feet. Walking out of the cinema hand in hand, they realised how dark it had gotten outside as the only light came from the glowing street lamps above them.
As they walked along the pavement, it was strangely quiet, Alex wasn't sure whether she preferred noise, or silence. Her thoughts were interrupted when they reached the car, by a short stocky parking attendant who seemed to be particularly annoyed. "Oy, you," he shouted. "Is this your car?"
It was as if his frustration passed on to Gene, whose face looked like thunder. Who does this bloke think he is? Gene thought to himself, he had been having a lovely evening with Alex before this bumbling buffoon had turned up asking ridiculous questions. "Of course that's my bloody car," he replied, "and would you mind keeping your voice down, or I'll have you done for disturbance of the peace." Seeing Alex wince at his equally loud voice, he took a deep breath and calmly said, "Sorry, how can I help you mate?"
The attendant still looked furious, his face was blood red, and they could nearly see the smoke coming from his ears. "You can't park here, its double yellows" he stated. Bloody parking attendants, thought Alex, did they have nothing better to do with their time, than spot car tires about 30cm over double yellow lines? Knowing that Gene would be thinking the same thing, she squeezed his hand, reminding him to keep his anger in check.
Feeling Bolls squeeze his hand reminded him of when they had been stuck in the vault, after the light had finally gone out, and that was when he remembered, he was a police officer. Reaching into his pocket Gene drew out his police identification and flashed it at the attendant saying "DCI Hunt, London Metropolitan Police. Sorry, it was urgent police business and there was nowhere else to park."
Just a glimpse at the police badge and the car parking attendant starting retreating slowly from them, muttering "Oh, ermn, sorry," before turning his back on them and swiftly striding into his portacabin shutting the door behind him.
"Isn't that an abuse of police power?" asked Alex angrily, fuming at how Gene used his status to get out of trouble. If anyone dared do that in 2008 then it wouldn't be accepted but here, the police could just do anything and get away with it. No wonder there was such a lack of trust and respect shown towards them from the public.
"No Bolls," replied Gene softly, "that is called using my power and status against the miserable buggers in the world looking to spoil my night out. Any way he obviously had something to hide, because he didn't even ask what urgent police business we were on, and he looked like a typical nosy bugger." With that he put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her up against the car, passionately kissing her in order to stop her berating him further. At first Alex fought against it, pushing her hands against his chest, but eventually she gave in, as she knew that secretly she wanted it as much as him. When he felt that she was relaxed again he pulled away, looking deeply into her eyes. Alex lifted her arm and curled her fingers around his neck, pulling him into her again.
He gently pulled his lips away from hers, and said "Alex." It was just one little word but to Alex it spoke thousands, neither of them good enough to describe the intense emotion behind the way he said her name. It was emotion that no-one could fake or ignore, and it coaxed Alex on to say the word's that she knew he wouldn't be brave enough to say first.
"Gene, look I know this is just our second date..."
"Second date Bolls," he said interrupting her, "what about all those nights we spent in Luigi's, I think they add up to at least three more dates."
"O.K. then our fifth date, but if tonight we were to... I mean if you were to." She was stuttering now, and making a fool of herself she imagined, she could see him gazing intently at her, wanting to know what she was trying to say. Alex took a deep breath and said "do you want to come back to my place?"
Wow, thought Gene, it was the question he had been dying to ask, but hadn't dared for fear of her rejection again. However though those words made his heart leap, he was also scared, scared that when they woke up in the morning that would be the end of it all. No more cosy nights sat in their corner booth at Luigi's, just awkward moments at work. "Alex, I would love to, but..." Oh no thought Alex he's going to make an excuse, like she had done the eve of her parents death, now she knew how it felt to be rejected, she had obviously read the signals all wrong she thought. Gene continued his sentence, hoping he wasn't going to muck up whatever relationship they had," if I do, can I take you out again, or... Or will that just be it?" Watching the hope flood back into Alex's eyes he could see that he had said the right thing. Placing her had on his cheek Alex leant forwards and whispered in his ear "of course, we can go out again, you don't think I'm letting go of my Gene Genie that easily do you?"
My Gene Genie, he repeated the words in his head, and was surprised at how happy they made him feel. He had never liked that sense of belonging to someone before, not even with his ex-wife, and he had shown that by having as many affairs that he could. It was different now though, he knew that as long as Alex wanted him, he would be there with her. "Well then..." Gene muttered and began to pick of where they left off, getting totally lost in the kiss. Gradually they got more and more passionate, yet as Gene looked up as Alex was gently kissing his neck he saw the one person who could threaten absolutely everything they had, walking in their direction. It was dark but he would recognise his profile anywhere, he had haunted his dreams, and now he thought this reality might turn into a nightmare.
