The Golden Times
Chapter 7
Gene struggles to deal with building problems that he won't share with anyone else, not even Alex, he attempts to beat a confession from Graham Lewis, but will he find himself in danger that he can't escape from? Full of angst and hurt with some well deserved happiness near the end of the chapter, didn't want to keep it dark for too long.
After all the higlhy charged commotion of what felt like perhaps the worst ever couple of days in Gene Hunt's working and personal life, he was currently stood with his head pressed and watching out of the hospital window as the sun blazed outside he reflected on what life really meant, its surprising effects, the deepest of emotion hidden beneath the surface. He wasn't a man who wanted to bawl his eyes out in public; instead, he kept them feelings closer to heart, locked away, unsure of what anyone else would presume,a DCI turning into a big cry baby losing his touch, his cool even, deep down it began breaking him apart, staying by Alex's side night after night, whispering kind words of encouragement in her ear. Gene took a huge sad sigh from his lungs he closed his tired worn out eyes, just wishing they'd get to the truth of the identity of Finnegan's killer and have the bastard thrown behind bars.
A tap on the shoulder startled him with fright as he turned half way round to see Ray standing just only a few metres away with his hands in his pockets unsure of the right proper words to say as he looked over across the room and saw Alex laying in a coma, pale, peaceful and calm, before speaking with a dry cough released from his throat "Guv how's she doing? Any improvement... you know we're all 'ere for yer through your time of need." Ray moved a hand on the top the DCI's shoulder as a mark of friendship and respect, having left the station as they reeled in shock over the accident outside of Stacey Baker's house, hoping Alex would recover as soon as possible, afterall over 3 years they gre to respect the popular female DI and make friendships.
" This Doctor Michaels... I think thats his name... says she's bloody lucky to still be alive doesn't know why he's not sure but he reckons part of her mind or brain cells may have been affected depending on how she is when she wakes up whenever that'll be, still waiting for the proper results to see if he is right... I can't lose her not after everything we've been through together." He wiped a tear from the corner of his eye with his big thumb, not quite believing his emotional side that was very clear to see on public view.
"C'mon don't you be talking like that Guv... Christ sake you sound like you may be giving up any remaining hope... don't forget Drake's the best strongest minded woman we've ever known and worked with... on the plus side she's proven to all of us that she's a feisty fighter and she'll come out of this with iron fists just you wait and see."
Both men stood looking out at the glorious sunshine outside, blazing on the windscreens of the parked vehicles in the hospital car park and grass by the main drive by entrance, agreeing that the death of Finnegan had started this whole mess in off the first place, they still couldn't find any proper concrete evidence against Graham Lewis, it looked hopeless and the only man who could give them that evidence was still recovering in the very same hospital from the beating he took a few days before over the last day or so they'd overheard that his condition was beginning to improve positively day by day and maybe up to seeing visitors in a day or two.
Gene couldn't take waiting round any longer, becoming too nervous and impatient, pacing up and down a few steps unable to keep still, so decided on going outside for a smoke to clear his sore head and allow the fresh air to blow across his face and hair.
"Where you goin Guv... don't be running away like a bloody dickhead to the Quattro?"
"Are you tryin to monitor my movements because its beginning to look like it....I'm only just going outside for a smoke care to join me if you want..."
"Erm... No, I'll stay 'ere with Drake keep an eye on her... if there is any improvement I'll let yer know... also I know she'll need you to be strong for her don't forget that... Simon's been clutching a picture of his mum from what Shaz told me back at the station. You can't really tell can yer how a young kid is really feeling..." He couldn't stand listening to Ray repeating every word he could be right pain in the arse sometimes, but other times he showed respect and care for fellow colleagues and the words were beginning to take effect hinting that is all becoming too much.
Gene ignored him, as he disappeared around the corner of the corridor, going to press the button on the lift "Stupid bloody thing why won't you work?" Pressing his thumb heavily on the button once again , the doors of the lift finally opened as he got inside, waiting for them to close again in order to take him down to the ground floor of the large hospital. He hated, loathed waiting in hospitals, they gave him the creeps after ending up in one in Manchester in the late 1950's after a playground fight in school which left him looking far worse, a broken hand from hitting the wall, a bloodied nose and bruised lip. It certainly didn't please his mother who then marched him out of the school gates by his right ear and then to the local hospital to have his hand bandaged up.
She had always been the only parent that looked out for him, and in return he stuck up for her anytime against one of the school bullies who dared to make any nasty remarks about young Gene's home life. Younger life always continuously trouble him throughout his teenage years, growing up with an alcoholic father, a strong mother who just about coped with a difficult life, juggling work and doing housework and his brother Stu who went off the rails when some of the attention was more on his older brother.
As the lift doors gradually opened on ground floor, he stepped out, taking a look around the waiting area to see if Shaz had bought Simon to the hospital, she hadn't.
"Just remember she needs more than ever, Ray's right as always... I can't let my temper and anger get the better of me." He thought to himself as he hurriedly past a few new patients who were currentlly waiting to be seen to by any of the doctors. Hand in pocket to pull out a cigarette from its packet; he looked up to see what looked like to heavies standing by the Quattro, ready to leave scratches at the side.
"Oi Oi get away from my car you bloody thieving bastards!!" Running over as fast as possibly could, chasing them away, he puffed out of breath, hands on legs as he attempted to get his breathing back to normal. Who exactly where they, was the question he wondered as he saw them speeding off in their Ford car. Next, putting on his leather black driving gloves on from the glove department, walking pack to main entrance as he lit his cigarette up and took a large inhale of it, other hand placed on his hip as he stared into deep space, hating himself for all that had happened, he didn't want Simon growing knowing his father was a failure and being a Detective Chief Inspector working in the London Met, his doubts circulating his mind like dark clouds forming.
"What must she think of me if she knew I was standing out 'ere and not being in there with her... she'd probably say Gene Hunt oh stop being such a big Manc drama queen and hold my hand for god's sake. Show me you love me and our handsomely beautiful son very much..." But, the one word that had always united them in the past had been 'stay' it was part of their connection that they'd always acknowledged throughout the good and bad times that they both faced together. For Christ sake he was being to miss her like crazy even though it had been about 4 days since the accident, not seeing that gorgeous and sunshine of a smile she'd display on her lips that he would wake up to see, also urgently wanting to kiss those rosy and warm lips of hers every day and every hour. He felt his hands shaking uncontrollably as he carried on smoking it was as if they could feel each other's pain and agony through both their hearts and bodies, more like a spiritual connection.
This was what their connection had really meant over the last three years, the exciting build up and discovering the things love showed, affection, utter devotion and emotion all rolled into one huge gigantic emotion. "Shit" he spoke aloud unaware of the other people's eyes watching him. He stubbed out his cigarette on the floor with his left hard boot and rushed back inside, for a second he forgot what ward his fiancée was on, rushing through the crowds of waiting patients as he ran around to every lift and stairwell in sight, it was chaotic to say the least.
"Guv... over 'ere" a loud voice shouted from within the crowd as he looked to see who had been calling his name.
"Ray where are yer? What is it?" He looked but struggled to spot any sighting of the DS walking towards the set of stairs, Ray was stood half way down, twitching his brown moustache nervously.
"She's awake wants to see you... sounds quite upset with yer for storming off like yer did." The DS wasn't too pleased either with his boss and long time friend. As they both made their way up the ground floor stairs and onto the second floor where Alex was. Silent as they walked together towards the patient wards, witnessing the worst injuries they'd ever seen, Gene felt sick for some strange reason unable to understand why, what was causing it.
"You feeling alright? C'mon don't let yourself feel too down... at least she's wide awake now." Ray put an arm around Gene as they turned the last corner of the corridor.
One of the young doctors walked past them with a clipboard underneath his arm, smiling at them as he walked onto the next ward.
Upon re-entering the ward, Gene stood in the doorway with hands on hips staring immensely at his fiancée as she sat up straight in her bed turning to face him with the gorgeous of smiles, with Ray next to him more nearer to the door. "Alright gorgeous?" She looked very pale in the face before answering.
"Gene." Holding out her arms as they embraced one another warmly , he stroked her hair as she rested her head against his manly chest.
"Best leaving you both to it," Ray said, not wanting to feel too much in the way, eyes looking out to boths sides of the corridor.
"I should be with you all the time because for crying out loud thought I'd lost you forever... don't scare me because it frightens me inside when you get injured or place yourself in dangerous situations." He muttered worryingly, hands full of tension and shakes.
"Gene I honestly don't know what happened... I blanked out and then everything went dark all around me... one of the most frightening experiences I've ever had to confront in my whole life.... I saw you standing at....." She struggled to understand for herself the real reason what her premoniton actually meant.
Gene silenced her with a soft kiss on the lips, moving a edge closer running his tongue along her bottom lip before slipping slowly and softly inside her mouth, the sounds of her groans clear to hear, she wrapped both arms around his neck pulling him more closely to increase their intense kiss.
"Oi yer randy lovebirds, the Docs and nurses will end up kicking yer out for acting out randy behaviour with one of their patients." Ray shouted from behind the door impersonating a Cockney accent.
"Oh shut up Carling... you bloody noisy dickhead!" Gene threw a toilet roll at his head as Ray ducked laughing whilst keeping guard at the door, checking out all the pretty nurses as they walked by.
"Where we ah yes,,,i can't wait to be back home... snuggled up in bed with you and show you how much I've missed your tongue licking around my breasts making me feel so alive."
"Blimey have you had a brain identity crisis Bols? Loving this new side of yer kind of turns me on in more ways than you can ever imagine." He smiled against her neck, teasing his wet tongue gently against it, delighting in silent squeals of excitement.
They were still expecting the results of the MRI scan that had been done on Alex to determine what caused her blackout, and what would be needed to be surgically operate on her.
The couple both sensed fear of losing one another depending on if it showed something bad in the scan. Holding hands seemed to do the trick, easing the tension that threatened to come between them while they waited.
"Wish he'd hurry up with the results as I'm craving for another cigarette outside."
"Do you think we should put the wedding back just in case it comes to the worst?"
"Definitely not..." He disagreed, determined not to let any bad news stand in the way from marrying the love of his life.
"Oh Gene you can be a very complex individual sometimes and you wouldn't even know the signs... your importance to the everyone and the station itself."
"Eh, what you goin on about?" The tension in his eyebrows cranked up a notch with hint of confusion as well.
"Oh it's nothing." She playfully punched his arm as the Doctor appeared by the door, asking for Gene to follow him. This didn't look too good especially with serious look in the Doctor's face; he prepared himself for the worse news to be confirmed.
Stopping as they entered a small room down the corridor, closing the door afterwards.
"Mr Hunt I thought it would be best to explain this to you... I've looked at the MRI scan results which seem to be showing a strange bullet shaped dinge in the front of her brain, has she mentioned anything like this before to you?"
"No she hasn't... I'm sorry Doc but I'm struggling to get my head round what you're trying to say 'ere."
"What I'm trying to say is it looks like she has suffered a previous brain injury before..." The news knocked Gene from side to side, as he reeled from what he'd just been told, the Doctor insisted on him telling Alex about the results as it was best to hear it from a loved one.
"There is a small 30% chance that she may start to suffer early stages of amnesia because of the swelling around the brain but that should clear up after emergency surgery stop a prevention of any internal bleeding inside, wouldn't rule that out though."
The Doctor left to it as he lowered his head to the floor trying to gather any last remaining courage he held onto before standing by the door and turning to face her as she glanced a loving smile as she sat up doing a crossword puzzle she found in Gene's pocket earlier.
"So what did he say...is it good news?"
"Why didn't you tell me about your previous brain injury you had... I thought we'd agreed to share everything all our secrets with each other."
"Gene I didn't know about that Must have happened when i was younger.. Mum must not have told me." She lied as it became quite clear that the truth of her existence in 1984 might be coming to the surface at last.
"Alex I saw the X-rays with my very own eyes... it looked like a bullet shell had bounced off your skull... if it was a bullet it definitely showed that you shouldn't have survived at all." He felt incredibly upset and confused, but the hidden emotions remained calm for the time being.
"Please don't be like this I need you to be by my side through these difficult bad times." She tugged at the sleeves of his jacket as he turned his head away from her. His behaviour getting the better of him once again, it made him feel angry, with that emotion it always got in the way when love offered him a helping hand in life.
"I'm gonna check in with Shaz, see how Simon is feeling..."
"Give her my thank you." disappointment clear to see in the depths of Alex's eyes.
"Will do." He leaned down to place a kiss on her forehead but Alex sensed a negativity in his body language something clearly quite bothered him, and he wasn't going to anyone know why.
"Gene where are you bloody going now?" Ray popped up from the hospital canteen with a bar of chocolate.
"To sort something out I should have done a while ago." He was out to take his frustrations out on any of Graham Lewis' gang; the two men from an hour ago were recognisable members of that gang.
"Guv you'll get yourself killed if you go after any of his men there dangerous... please don't do this." His desperate pleas fell on deaf ears, as he was left standing alone in the corridor. He didn't know what to do, whether to tell Alex, but if he did, she would probably try to discharge herself from the hospital in order to stop him from facing possible danger.
His heart pounded, thumping against his chest as everything was getting out of control, he hoped it hadn't come to this, taking on a group of dangerous criminals that he had no chance of winning against. Knowing it was all being done in the name of love, the world didn't need a man like Graham Lewis to live anymore. He pulled the car up to a halt, "You're thinking of murdering him... the Gene Genie is not a murderer, he doesn't believe in taking violence too far... just shout some bad language at the guy that'll get him shitting his pants and admitting the truth about Finnegan's murder."
Muttering something to himself, as he started the engine up again, to drive away from the curb of the pavement on the busy packed road that had filled up with oncoming traffic.
Putting a Brian Ferry song on the radio seemed to lighten the mood, silence left it haunting undeniable presence within as he gathered and started taking in the lyrics line by line.
"Tell her I'll be waiting in the usual place
With the tired and weary and there's no escape.
To need a woman you've got to know
How the strong get weak and the rich get poor.
Slave to love
slave to love.
You're running with me
don't touch the ground.
We're the restless hearted
not the chained and bound.
The sky is burning
a sea of flame
Though your world is changing I will be the same.
Slave to love
slave to love.
Slave to love
slave to love
No
I can't escape
I'm a slave to love.
The storm is breaking or so it seems
We're too young to reason to grown up to dream.
Now spring is turning your face to mine
I can hear your laughter
I can see your smile."
The darkness soon fell right across the city of London, earlier in the day Gene had asked Patrick who had since recovered from illness the day before, to look after his brother for the time being back at the flat. He'd also had time to think whether it was best to move house as room in the flat started to feel more cramped than ever. Gene decided to not lay a finger on the nasty evil scumbag, as he would only find himself in trouble and in Keats' bad books.
Jim Keats had already sent flowers to the hospital on behalf of all the rest of the detectives, DC Slate had left a kind lovely message on the card that came with the flowers.
Finally arriving at an undisclosed location, Gene monitored the surroundings, scanning the deserted area from corner to corner, burnt out empty rooms, also several burnt out cars piled on top of one another, the smell of smoke filling his nostrils, perhaps some naughty kids were to blame for the setting fire to the abandoned area.
"Ah so you must be DCI Hunt... I've been hearing from my gorgeous precious girlfriend that you've been wanting to question me about Jack Finnegan's murder... so what are you waiting for, fire the first question at me. I'm eager to answer all of them." Graham, who looked about thirty years old around six feet in height, stood facing Gene, thinking he was acting more like the king of the mountain the way he chose to speak Gene, sarcastically and in a uncooperative manner which offended the popular well known detective.
"Yes I 'ave... c'mon, admit it you bloody lying filth, you killed him didn't yer because you shit yourself when he found out about your secret... having loads of drugs being shipped in at Portsmouth shipping docks... I've already informed the police there so they'll be arresting you either tonight or tomorrow if they could bother getting off their arses." Gene couldn't help but laugh when he seen two heavy built assistants of Graham's, approach from behind the parked vehicle right by the edge of the deep river.
The situation threatened to soon spiral in total mayhem and chaos as they prepared for an opportunity to beat up DCI Hunt, as he stood defenceless, Graham basked in all the credit he would rightfully earned from fellow friends, who all detested what Gene believed in, rough justice and keeping the streets clean from nasty villains. However, he had unwanted back up from Ray, who whistled whilst hiding behind the Quattro; he'd somehow climbed in the back boot of the car unnoticed. Running over to Gene's position but he was then met by the sound of gunfire blasting throughout the cold dark crisp air, bullets flying everywhere as he tried to attempt to barge into one of the offices that had not been used for the past twenty years, he kicked the door in and closed it with a gold lock.
Gene had stood frozen like rock, scared and terrified of making one step forward in case he were to be shot in the arm or the leg for his mounting problems, but he moved slowly like a tortoise to stand behind one of the henchmen, kneeing him the groin as he turned round, the man collapsed to the floor in agony.
"Not such a big boy now, are yer, you dozy fatty ponce?" He stamped on the heavy man's ankle, as he then screamed in pain.
Reaching into the grey jacket pocket for his gun, but before he had a chance of displaying it, he was fired upon again, closing his eyes tight hoping he hadn't been shot, feeling himself being pushed over onto his stomach; he continued to hear shouts and cries, it sounded like him and Ray were trapped in a war fighting off the bad guys around dangerous territory. Soon he had his worst gulp inside his throat as he opened his eyes wide scanning around the wet and damp paved footpath.
"Got him cuffed Guv, what do you want me to do?" Ray pressed Lewis' head down hard against the bonnet of the Red Audi, ignoring cries of pain and protests.
"I ain't done nothing alright!" Graham pleaded refusing to shut his mouth when he was asked to.
"Take the bastard down to the throw away the key; he doesn't deserve to see daylight. I know Keats won't want me there for sure, probably would think that I'll be trying to jeopardise the investigation because of my hatred for the lying bastard 'ere... so I' guess I'll see you later than Raymondo... oh by the way try an' roughen him up enough to get a full confession from him."
Seeing as Ray had no transport to travel back to Fenchurch East Police station in, Gene changed his mind by offering to drive them to the station, but on one condition, he didn't feel the need to have to show his face around the station. Ray understood, as he knew Gene aimed to be by his fiancée's side, they had a lot to deal with even though the results of the MRI scan showed no proper damage to the front part of the brain, they still needed plenty of talk about the previous injury to her brain. Ray obliged throwing Lewis onto the back seat as he sat next to him, making sure the cuffs were securely tightened just in case the criminal had the idea of escaping.
I didn't kill Jack I swear... I'm telling the truth this time!" It couldn't be clear whether he was lying or perhaps covering for the real suspect, maybe all along they'd been chasing after the wrong guy.
"Oh yeah and tell it to the judge when you see him in court in a few days time." Gene said feeling a sharp twinge in his eye, it burnt like hot flames deep within its depths, pressure building in every facial expression he made, he appreciated Ray's concerns about his state of mind.
"So I'll drop you off by the front entrance to the station and let Alex know we've got him arrested." He sighed, pausing for a cigarette in the driver's seat, the smoke filled the small compounds of the car, causing Ray to cough, choking even. Coming to realise that giving smoking was the best choice he'd ever made, He'd hoped his two friends would follow suit within months. Composing his body posture as he rested the back of his head against the comfy leather headrest. Things had moved so fast over the period of the last couple of days, always left wondering why he'd made the choice of becoming a detective from the start, Army was a second option but that maybe would considered if events of Fenchurch East got too much.
Afterwards, Gene wanted to apologise for his ridiculous behaviour, feeling like a buffoon for letting events pile on top of their planned wedding. Cigarette dangling on the tip of his mouth, a hand ruffling his hair in a mess as he assessed all the mistakes that were made: not telling Alex about his feelings for her when they met, allowing himself to be spellbound by that Irish bitch Jenette, which left a sick taste in his mouth, remembering how she squeezed his arse on top of Drake's desk after all it had just been no strings attached as he wasn't in a relationship with Alex at that time, it was officially the biggest mistake to date that he'd made but now seeing as it was now 1984 life changed for the better.
The DCI and his DI had grown closer when they spent a few days in Wales keeping surveillance of Finnegan, they were two lost souls who needed a push in the right direction, finding solace in each other's arms was the best discovery they'd both made.
"Yer know... yer I'm talking to you Mister big shot. If my girlfriend wasn't lying in a hospital bed at this moment she'd grab yer nuts so hard, it'll be so bloody difficult for you to see a glimpse of daylight comprende?" Gene smirked always knowing what Alex would result in doing to see a suspect confess to their crimes.
"Good one Guv great see a smile on yer face again."
The familiar sight of Fenchurch East drew ever closer as the Audi sped up the side street, a surprise reminder of the streets of Manchester back in the good old days of the 1970's, a flash of inspiration glowed in Gene's eyes as he stopped the car by the steps leading up to the double door entrance. The doors flinging open to let both passengers out to step on to the pavement.
"C'mon move it lazy bones... you've got a lot of questions to answer to."
"And I've said I had no part in killing Jack... I dunno who wanted to kill him to be honest." Ray dragged him up the wet steps nodding towards Gene in the Quattro as he sped off leaving a puff of smoke still filling the air.
"Viv by any chance are there any available interview rooms?"
"Yes Room 4 is empty if you want to take this suspect in there... Keats said he won't be long... wants to sit in on the interview over the murder case, said he'll be taking some notes down."
"Oh that's bloody great!" Making a sarcastic remark as he tugged harder on the cuffs, Lewis huffed in a moody strop, shoulders shrugging to release the flow of blood being stopped from passing through his veins in his wrists as it displayed a small bruised rash.
"I'll most likely to pass out the longer you keep these soddin' cuffs on my wrists... look they've already given a red rash on my left wrist... stupid police officers you don't know anything at all do yer, arresting an innocent bloke." Making his personal opinion quite clear for others to hear.
Heading back towards the hospital, Gene was confronted by an over friendly young 27 year old male nurse who chatted and laughed while Alex explained about a funny story she remembered as a kid.
She saw he didn't look impressed, frowning as the nurse walked past, "Oh Gene you decided to come back," she greeted him with a nervous smile, seeing that he certainly had faced a lot over the last couple of hours.
"Bols I think we need to straighten out our problems once and for all, I'd hate myself if I walked away from the perfect future with you and our son."
"More of your problems really."
"I've been a soddin' prat haven't I? I assumed that you were hiding something from me right from the get go."
Alex stopped him from talking any further, placing her index finger over his lips. She wasn't so sure of repeating what she tried to tell him in the past, which he then claimed he always seemed to attract the liars and the weirdoes. His eyes glowed brightly like disco mirror balls underneath the room light.
"What you trying to say Bolls... becoming tired of me are you? Afraid that I'm just a stupid pathetic drunken loser?"
'Look at me... Look at me Gene you are not a loser because I absolutely love you so much and I feel like shouting it loud for everyone to hear right across the country. I think I may know the real reason why I may have this previous brain injury that I didn't know about in the first place and you may not believe everything I have to tell you... It was because of Arthur Layton I'm telling you this because he shot me in the present day. Gene he said he knew me and my mother... I didn't know what the hell he was trying to prove but now things have become clearer while I've lived here... you always meant to look out for me but we fell in love with each other that's more worth staying together for... wouldn't you think?"
Gene just stared hard and deep in her eyes, not daring to speak a word, she twitched nervously and frightened as he took in her answer, one he didn't quite expect, yes it had been the same answer she gave over a year and a half ago but ever since the events of the shooting he'd secretly found himself judged and questioned the next set of events that happened to each member of the Fenchurch team eventually choosing to accept the answer as being truthful, it was crazy to think of it this way but she'd correctly predicted certain events like for example, the Cales not being entirely honest and making a mockery of Gene's belief in whether he was past it, contnuing to work for the Met.
"Bols you make think I'm crazy by what I have to say to yer... When you first told me I was ignorant, and so horrible towards you, I presumed then that you had a lot of your mind. But now I have this niggling feeling in my stomach that you are making some sense about a lot of things including all that you just said, I've had these strange dreams about the future and saw you there looking the same... So you wanna grow old with me eh?"
She felt so moved and relieved, pulling him on top of her on the bed, both sets of noses nearly touching the other. "Thank you... Thank you Gene... at last we're getting somewhere."
"Yer I know... we should be careful that male nurse you were talking to might walk back in and punch my lights because he's jealous."
"Gene he's actually gay. Didn't you spot his ponytail?" She chuckled pulling at his green and blue striped tie, both of their noses still rested about a millimetre apart, both of them eager to taste each other's lips having being apart for the past four days. He so desperately anticipated the feel of her soft lips pressed down the side of his neck, unaware that his arousal was painfully beginning to rub against his denim trousers.
"Oh right..." His face lit up full of bright redness
"Come 'ere my favourite Gene Genie..." A hand placed and cradled behind Gene's head as their lips finally met, then sinking deeply into an intense kiss as they forgot as to where their current surroundings where at that precise moment.
"Missed you Bols... want to show you how much yer mean to me." His eager and clever fingers danced across her skin lazily, she gasped in his ear causing him to continue his appreciation of her body, wanting to worship it at its altar. Both cuddling warmly on the bed, hoping they wouldn't be interrupted rudely.
"Gene... make love to me now." She whispered breathlessly, leaving his head spinning in a full daze.
He agreed and let her start to pop the buttons on his shirt one by one, she kissed at every available skin as it was revealed to her hungry gaze, feeling her molten core pool by every single moment of they lay wrapped up in the comfy of one another's embrace. His other hand moved in between her dressing gown, underneath her knickers and two fingers teasing her wet folds.
"Bloody hell you're as wet as ever..." Her knickers were already damp in her anticipation for him; they then slipped inside aiming to send her over the edge, massaging at a slower pace, circulating around her clit but then placing his thumb to join in as it rubbed over her swollen clit.
"Oh Gene... yessss right there but harder this time." She muttered demanding to feel them move more erratically within her wet centre.
"Jesus You'll have me arrested for doing this in 'ere while the other patients sleep! What would they say if they were wide awake?" he panicked
"Oh shut up you big Moody Manc Lion." Becoming fed up with his annoying interruptions, as he kept pulling away from their kiss.
His shirt was ripped wide open as she nibbled, licked, bit and sucked at his neck, hearing him curse and swear as she continued her assault of his body. Running a hand up against his surprisingly smooth chest, thrilling in the feel of skin upon skin contact, and then moving her leg around his waist, which he held, she felt him growing hard against her stomach. Crushing her body up against him as he moaned, panting heavily, blaming the two cigarettes he smoked before re-entering the hospital. He decided to stop her from going on any further, the look of disappointment clear to see in his dark eyes.
"Blimey! You don't look too well yourself." Taking his temperature with the palm of her hand.
"Better button my shirt back up before any doctors barge in." He thought they'd best get intimate when she would be allowed to discharge herself from hospital. Over the past two nights, he slept alone in Alex's bed, smelling her pillow, the smell of pink rosemary shampoo filling his nostrils that he breathed in; Alex did tend to use a lot of perfume and hairspray.
"When did they say... you'll be allowed home?"
"Another day or so he said after the surgery... So how's Patrick feeling? Has he recovered from his bout of illness?"
"Yeah he says he's fit as a fiddle... oh guess what you, never gonna believe me... he got the Woolworths job, starts next Monday." Alex pulled Gene towards her again.
"Jesus Christ Bols you are becoming one horny little madam aren't yer? Can't seem to get enough of me can you?" He laughed, feeling himself full of happiness.
"I certainly am, can't deny that." She grinned, eyes indicating that he had hold of her white French knickers.
"Oh Bollocks!" Gene quickly realised, passing them back to her.
He was ordered out of the patient's ward and asked to sleep in the waiting area next door if he didn't mind. Making a phone call, on the black, hand-held telephone, letting Patrick know he'd be home during the early hours.
At Fenchurch East Police station, the very next day the sun blazed brightly over the skies, more like an unexpected heat wave in late January, the weather always had shown signs of climate change, over twenty years too early.
Graham Lewis had been charged on two counts of assault, and also attempted murder on Joey Baker but not for the murder of Jack Finnegan as another witness stepped forward at around 11pm. Ray had to endure working into the early hours of the morning, it was ok for Chris and Shaz seeing as they both left to go and visit her sister Jess, in Central London, who had just broken up with her long time boyfriend. Working too many hours and long days almost tempted Ray in to reconsidering going back on the cigarettes, the nicotine chewies hadn't worked at all, pretty usual in fact.
"Oi Carling, my office now!" Gene appeared in work unexpectedly.
"I thought you wanted to spend a few days with Drake while she recovers after the accident." He squinted his eyes tiredly, not able to prevent a yawn being released from his mouth.
"Late night was it? So anyway, just came in as I wanted to know whether our number one suspect has confessed to the murder yet."
"I'm afraid not Guv... because someone came in late last night... said that he was there when Finnegan was attacked but it wasn't by Graham... he's claiming that guard you spoke to, may have killed Finnegan instead."
"Don't believe it." Gene folded his arms, remaining convinced that they were all lies to protect Graham Lewis.
"Guv I'm not lying... I'm pretty sure this witness isn't either..." Ray found himself believing the opposite to what Gene thought was the proper truth.
"I'm sure Drake would back me up if she was in work today."
"Yer you're definitely right."
"So what we do now... pay that prison guard another visit?" Gene nodded, wanting to solve the case straight away to please Keats, despite him not liking the man, grabbing his black long overcoat from his small office before following on behind Ray as they prepared for the long drive up the famous prison in Hertfordshire.
"I think Larry hasn't been telling the whole truth... they must have some CCTV cameras around the prison ground, on the wall and inside the cells..."
"So you reckon he knows the identity of the person who asked him to commit the murder... and then they've said make it look like suicide to put us off from sniffing around for the truth?"
"Yep that's exactly what I was thinking... hurry up 'aven't got all day to wait for you to catch up." They rushed through the doors, nearly knocking Chris face first between the wall and the door as they flapped open.
"Oi Ray watch where you're goin... you'll have Keats getting Health and Safety on to us next!" bursting througn the office doors.
Beta Read by emmylou1983 and scribblechacha a massive thank you to you both
Next Chapter: Contains smut in it but firstly, Gene questions the prison Guard Larry about why he was spotted on camera clutching his bruised knuckles.
