Chapter 4

Ahh so sorry about the wait mock exams got in the way grrr and now declaring that revise can get lost because my muse is breaking free and needs to be put to good use

To everyone who has reviewed a massive Gene sized air huge and to those who haven't I also give you a Gene sized hug. But plz review yeh? ;) This chapter should be slightly shorter because this is a pure Alex Drake chapter because I thought it be nice to try and explain her feelings and stuff. Also I have never mentioned before the story forgets Gene shooting her coz she would be in a coma by now wouldn't she?

Disclaimer:- I own nil, nothing, zero, zilch, nadda which just totally sucks right? Because if us fanficers own A2A wouldn't it be the best of the best e.g. have way more episodes, Galex and much more crazy fashion lol.

Pale pink shimmering water cascaded down her body. Gentle and soothing, the past day's worries and stress seemed just to float away. Warmth invigorated her pours and lapped around the contours of her body. Alex Drake was indulging and pampering herself for the first time in god knows how long. Alas her tightly permed hair was no more. After submerging herself in the glorious pool of aromas her hair had gradually become to relax and unravel it's self from the rigid hairstyle. Normally Alex would now be having a major argument to herself of why she had ruined her hairdo for a few minutes of childhood reminisce. However tonight was a completely different ball game because tomorrow she was to stun everyone with her new edger hairstyle, she was going down the hairdressers first thing.

She twirled the empty wine glass by its stem around and around, staring intently into it like it held all the answers. She licked her now frosty pink coloured lips (due to the fact her makeup was wiped clean off the moment she was in the bathroom) they felt dry and so did her throat. No. She was wrong her throat didn't feel dry it felt parched. Alex leaned over the cream roll top bath and extended her right arm towards the precariously balanced wine bottle on the window sill. After a bit of struggling and a lot of splashing hopelessly about, her grasp wrapped around the slightly warm glass bottle and with a little squeal of delight and a lavish hand movement. She pulled the bottle towards her and attempted to pour herself another glass of wine. However this was impossible due to the fact that the wine had disappeared in a "cloud of smoke". With an almighty splash and a mixture of bubbling noises the bottle found its way down the depths of water to the abyss of the bath.

"What does a girl have to do to get a drink around here?"

Alex screamed to the deserted bathroom. Her voice seemed to reverberate around the small tiled roomed which seemed to make her rant seem 10 times worse than it actually was. With a whole vocabulary of swear words she vacated the bathroom and slipped into her luxurious silk, brown and white spotted dressing gown. Padding through to the living she scooped up another bottle of wine but to spice things up for a change it was white instead of blood red. Ambling into her bedroom she set the wine and glass on to her red bedside cabinet, she changed into her silk nightshirt. Alex had loved to potter around in her nightwear since she was a little girl because she felt safe and relaxed, so what better way to unwind from the longest day at work?

She flung herself backwards on to the bed staring up at the textured ceiling and doing a very good impression of a starfish. Collages of pictures and memories floated lazily through Alex's head.

'Surprise surprise it's you again Mr Hunt, why is it always you. Out of all the men in this god forsaken place it would have to be you I would fall for wouldn't it. If working with you for 8 hours solid then spending hours and hours merrily getting pissed with you is not enough NOW I'm bloody imagining you and to top it all off, the crème a la crème I'm now dreaming of you.'

'Shit now I'm talking to myself. Well done Alex, you have reached an all time low. Your life totally sucks if all you can think about is a middle aged dinosaur who is sexist, racist, misogynistic git which to be perfectly honest is a lardy fascist.'

Alex winced at the harshness of the bitter words which poured from her sometimes spiteful mouth 'Oh lord now I'm actually metaphorically scolding myself for calling him all these things. Why don't I just admit my feelings like a true 21st century woman who is in control of her life?'

Clawing at all her will power she dragged herself from the cushy ruby red covers and up on to her aching feet. She slowly made her way back towards the living room. She stopped in the doorway between both of the rooms; she surveyed the room in front of her. The place was piled high with bags of clothes, new makeup and the wackiest pair of shoes god had ever put in existence. A small smile flitted across Alex's face the thought of her outfit sent a shiver down her spine because she wanted it to wow Gene and she thought it might be right up to quota due to the fact that it matched one of his many catchphrases'. "Wear something slutty" .

Tussling through bags she found her goal. Alex withdrew the item in her grasp; it was a huge suit bag coated in plush matt black velvet. Instead of going to a cheap fancy dress shop she decided to go down a few of the streets she felt most familiar with such as Sayville Row and Bond Street. As she passed the excruciating pricey shop windows they were all decked out in Halloween costumes in so much detail she had ever seen. Popping to and throe between the shops smoky emerald eyes laid themselves upon the most outrageous costume she had seen so far so without a second thought she made sure it fitted and bought it with only Gene in her mind.

She took out the garment from its bag and laid it over the sofa. It would accompany Gene's outfit perfectly. While he was Dracula she would be Dracula's bride. The outfit was a tight white v-neck dress which just covered her modesty. The white silk material was gathered around where her bust would be and was fastened to place with an ornate gold and red brooch in the shape of flames. The brooch would weigh the material down considerably so more than enough cleavage would be on show for Gene. The bottom of the dress was a delicate pattern of needle work in red and orange silk in the shapes of flames. Giving the effect that flames were licking up her sides. Above her hips was an oval gap on each side which revealed yet more creamy skin. Strips of white netting hung and sprawled out from her waist giving the outfit an old tattered effect. As the outfit barely covered her she had decided to buy a white silk cloak with a hood. The material came half way down her thigh and was beautifully lined in white faux fur which would just be perfect to keep her snug as a bug in a rug.

She hanged the dress up along with the cloak on the doorframe ready for tomorrow's big event she then pulled out the various lotion and potions of glorious foundation, eye shadow, blush and the all important eyeliner and scattered them hap hazardly over her coffee table. Then with a flourish she once more delved into the bags and with a flourish drew a long glossy black and red box. A pair of jimmy Choo shoes lay within the box cocooned in a wrap of feather light tissue paper. With a little squeal of excitement Alex ripped them from their bed of tissue. Once she extracted them she delicately placed them on the side board and stared at them in ore they were so different from her usual style and were so out there. If she wore them to work she would barley be able to canter never mind run after criminals. The high black stilettos were sensational. They were easily 7 inches high with a glossy finish and a strap which travelled just above the ankle held together by an ornate gold buckle. Coming of the straps were different lengths of silver and glittery black spikes making them look deadly seductive.

After preparing herself as much as possible for tomorrow she eventually drifted back towards her bedroom while polishing off the rest of the bottle of wine she had started earlier. She knew that she had to kick the amount of alcohol she consumed on a daily basis or she would have to join the AA but not the car engineers. Tucking herself up in bed she curled up like a little kitten and soon sleep washed over her. As sleep dragged her eye lids down Gene immerged in her dreams. Content she fell deeper and deeper in the realms of oblivious sleep.

Thanks for reading plz R& R. Will promise to update much more quickly than I have been hope you are enjoying it and just to say when people are speaking it is showen in Bold not italics because it ahs been brought to attention thats it's quite hard to read sorry for any inconvience.

Ohh and I dedicate this chapter to one of my best friends Kimberley who like me loves A2A and I have just got her to join the crazy but brilliant world of fan fiction whop whop :)