Trick or Treat

Hey here is the next chapter, Im so sorry for the colossal delay but life got busy as usual and I don't know when the next one will be because I have a massive chemistry assignment and exams after exams while reading a god boring book for English Lit so basically life is a bit hectic so when I have a chance to sit down I will update thx hope you enjoy.

Disclaimer: - I own nothing of the fabulous series.

Alex and Gene descended down the spiral staircase which lead to reveal a huge open planned area packed to burst with adults dressed up and in varying degrees of drunkenness. The bar was crowded with people bustling to buy drinks quickly. Citrus was making a roaring trade that much was clear even it had been open for a short space of time.

"Stay close Bolls alrite?"

"yeh course I do not want to get lost with this lot"

Casually Alex examined the club absorbing every spec of detail. The colour scheme defiantly lived up to its name the walls were plastered with bright orange and yellow which to Alex seemed too harsh a colour for a nightclub come bar. The far corner was decorated in garishly lime green plush sofas and seats. The bar stools matched with the horrendous seats and were sprawled around a rather modern looking bar. It had stainless steel and glass top which reflected the ambush of colours which filtered through the place. The optics and glasses behind shone brightly with mood lights emphasizing them. Gene however was not taking in the place around him instead he was trying to locate various people. Ray was in the middle of a throng of extremely drunk, blond 20 years olds. He was laughing and joking like he usually did but if it was possible with an air of composure and restraint. To Rays immediate right was one of the druggies- Tobias who seemed to be surveying the hordes of people probably to see if there were any takers for the drugs he was selling. Gene could not think of anything better than to go right up and nick him there and then but he wanted to also nail him proper so he would go down for a long time. Gene was jolted out of his revive by Alex's soft slender hand slipping into his and gently pulling him in the direction of the bar. Almost shouting; Gene bellowed to the bar man for a beer and a large glass of red wine. Shaz and Chris were successfully talking to one of the dealers and enticing him outside so they could discreetly arrest him out of view from prying eyes so it wouldn't raise suspicion.

"Well that's one down Bolls- now where is Sinclair?"

"Over there Gene in the VIP room" Alex shouted into his ear so she would be heard over the blaring music but Gene wasdesperatelytrying to reclaim his personal space before her intoxicating scent put him under her spell. With a nod into the direction of the VIP lounge. They set off through the crowd towards their number one target. Their way was blocked by a bouncer who was about 5 inches taller than Gene and about double his breadth. They couldn't enter without special passes.

Before Gene had a chance to bribe the burly looking man, Alex stepped forward with a knockout smile, fluttering eyelashes and seductively swaying hips at the poor un-expecting guy in front of her. Then with huge puppy dog eyes and a sickly sweet voice she practically begged him to let them into the lounge by making up a warped little story.

"Oh I knew I forgot something before we left but I was running late and perfection cannot be rushed. Damn. It's such a shame because I was REALLY looking forward to tonight and meeting up with Edmund again. I haven't seen him in SUCH a long time. We were friends at school"

"Really...um you knew the Boss at school?"

The gormless man asked while he broke eye contact to gaze longingly at Alex's perfect figure and this made Gene's blood literally curdle but he had no choice but to bite his and keep quite. After a few moments of pondering by the guard he waved them through with a little smile for Alex. As they stepped through the crowed room they monitored and surveyed the room around them trying to make mental notes to help them file a successful conviction.

"Nice one Bolls"

"Thanks Gene and anyway flattery and puppy dog eyes get me everywhere"

"Don't I bloody well know it" muttered Gene under his breath

"What was that?"

"Nothing love, nothing"

That was the advantage of being a trained police officer, highly skilled psychologist and of course a woman. Men went crazy for a glimpse of flesh, fluttering eyelashes and a smouldering pout and it was these little tricks of the trade which unlocked many doors and helped get out of sticky situations. Being the only women DI in the MET was of course was a bit of kudos for anyone but most of all for Alex who only really had her job and her friends in this 80's paradox but the flip side of that was every paper in London knew her name and face so even shopping became a hassle when journalists wanted interviews about cases and how she had got so far in the MET. God even the papers knew what make shoes she wore but the local papers main story was revolving around her and Gene's supposed relationship. She wished. But of course like normal she forgot that anyone who read the newspapers could potentially recognise her face and so what happened next she had not anticipated.

Gene was staring around the place and trying to relocate Sinclair because he had seemed to have disappeared into a cloud of smoke. Then an all too familiar feeling washed over him. His gut instinct was on high alert and was telling him something was wrong but he couldn't put his finger on it.

"Bolls, do you know where...?"

He wheeled around half way through his question and stopped immediately when Bolly was nowhere to be found. He quickly scanned the room praying to see her mingling with the other guest but luck was once again not on his side. He located her quickly but not in the position he would have liked. She was being carried out the fire exit by Tobias followed by Sinclair himself. Alex was literally like a rag doll she seemed to have been drugged and Gene's guess was by chloroform but he was so mad that something like this could happen right under his nose and in front so many people. As fast as lightning he sprinted towards the exit. Barging and pushes into everyone and anyone who dared to get in his way; as soon as he had reached the fire exit he practically hurled himself down the stairs and was left standing the chilly night air. Then there was a click to his left and from the shadows in front of him Edmund had a newly awakened Alex in his arms by her neck as she desperately thrashed about. The cold metal barrel of the gun was pressed hard to Alex's temple and she instantly froze. Her eyes grew to the size of saucers and the odd tear droplets cascaded down her cheek.

"Ahh... Mr Hunt, how very good of you to join me and Alex Drake in the chilly night air."

"What the hell to you think you're doing you bastard let her go"

"Hahah, no I don't think I will let her go just yet coz where would be the fun if I simply handed her back to you" Gene took a menacing stepped forward but paid the price heavily. Edmund turned his gun in his hand and took a swipe with the butt of the gun across Alex's face. Her howl of pain shattered the silent air and also shattered Gene's heart he hated hearing her in pain and he knew that he will kill that bastard as soon as he gets the chance. Sinclair smiled wickedly and put the barrel of the gun back to her temple and stared at Gene with malice.

"I will do you a deal Hunt, I will let her go if you swap places with her. That means you on this end of the barrel and her on the other. Either way one of you will die tonight."

Ohhh I do believe that's my first proper cliff hanger. What will Gene decide? Well frankly your guess is as good as mind because I haven't decided yet. Please review because they helped be update because I feel guilty and I also know if this story is good or not coz I'm not sure ANNNNYWAY I will try to update A night to remember ASAP but I have a writer's block on that at the moment so this one will probably be updated first. Many thx Alex