Author – fashiongirl97
Title – 'Who thought paperwork could be the cure of boredom?'
Rating – T
This is mine, it's slightly bad compared to the rest but I hope you enjoy! xx
Fenchurch east CID today did not shudder with the bellow of DCI Hunt, nor was it baffled by the psychological analytical skills of DI Drake. For a matter of fact it hadn't for the prior week, it seemed evident to the Metropolitan police officers that the scum bag world that ran below the surface of London had decided to lie dormant for the time being. At first the 'guv' had knuckled down on the excess paperwork, after deciding (or rather being persuaded by a certain brunette in skin tight jeans) that it needed to be done. Now though, the pile of papers on his desk was stacked higher than he could remember it being a very long time. Each page in the dull brown files was filled with nearly incomprehensible scrawl, all except the ones which held her gently sloped script.
The fact that the team he worked with day in day out were now, for once, up to date (including surprisingly enough Chris and Ray) meant that they had nothing to do, and in turn him nothing to yell at them to do. So, as their smokers laughs filled squad room, he sat in his office, crocodile skin boots that only he could pull off perched on the desk, whiskey in hand and case files on his lap. He deciphered the writing he was sure a child had been paid to write. Looking up from a file he gazed out of the window. Chris and Ray were currently competing on who would be able to lean back on their chairs the furthest. The Guv looked out just at the precise time that Chris failed his challenge and fell off of his chair, pulling a bundle on unsolved case files down with his. The loud clatter brought everyone's attention to him and soon the smoke filled room was loud with laughter. Shaz helped him up as always, picking up the files as she went.
His gaze then drifter over to the brunette who was, in her skin tight jeans, sat with legs under her reading what he suspected to be some old novel he would understand not a word of. He watched as he eyes flickered down the page, a small smile on her lips. The way her long elegant finger brushed over the thin pages as she formlessly turned the pages. She wasn't interrupted by the laughter, or bothered anymore by the smoke. Every now and again she would brush a piece of hair behind her ear. He'd realised recently how his attraction for her went deeper that the snugly fitting cloths she wore. He'd begun to admire how she fought her corner, and was never intimidated. He wouldn't tell her, he wasn't going to be one of those soppy guys. But he couldn't ignore the feeling much longer.
He'd been so enthralled in his thoughts he hadn't noticed her enter his office and sit down opposite his, mirroring his posture and position perfectly. He loved the amused smirk on her lips as he realised she'd caught him lost in his thoughts. He matched her smirk. "What can I do for yer Bolls?" he questioned, Yorkshire accent thick as ever.
"Thought I would come and see if you wanted any help with the files guv, doesn't seem fair you doing all the work." She commented, her prim and proper accent contrasting boldly to his. To think they had come from two completely different classes in life, her posh, him down to earth. Yet somehow, aside from the private schooling and playing in the streets they had met somewhere in the middle, both mellowing to one another.
"Yer offering t' 'elp the Gene Genie Bolly Kecks?" he questioned.
"I'm bored Gene, needed something to cure that boredom. But if you'd rather do it yourself…"
"Never said that did I Bolls?" he replied as he handed her a few case files. She smirked and they carried on. Each signing when necessary and poring a new drink when required. After two hours they both put down their 5th case file.
"You need to send them on a handwriting course Gene!" he just laughed in response. When they looked out they both burst out laughing. Someone had found a radio and put it on. The whole group were dancing away, including ray. Yet Chris slipped, knocking ray who in turn knocked the rest, they all fell down like domino's. Moans of pain could be heard.
"Think it's time for 'em to go t' lunch bolls, before someone gets 'urt and not 'cause a me for once." He got up and went out the door. She remained in her seat. He'd said them, not her, which meant they'd be left in the office alone, and that made her smile. Maybe, just maybe they'd finally confront the elephant in the room.
"Oi! You lot a moaning nancies, get lost, the lot of yer's." they all soon managed to get up and were out the door before he'd had a chance to change his mind. The lot of them were most likely on their way to luigi's and he'd see them later.
Once they had all gone, Alex came out and stood next to Gene. CID was silent now. They'd all scurried away. Gene turned around only to find himself and Alex stood closer that he'd expected. They were nearly touching. Their eyes were locked on one another. Their breath mingling. Both knew they should move but neither quite wanted to. She looked deep in his eyes, as he did her. He moved closer, until their lips weren't quite touching. She waited, and then smirked. "You gonna kiss me or punch me Gene?" she questioned. He laughed his gruff laugh as she repeated the words he'd said to her all that time ago on her first day. Once again, that question received no answer as his lips covered hers in a kiss that was unusually soft. When they parted breathlessly she looked up at him smiling. "We still have paperwork you know." He glared at her and for the first time in decades he actually was motivated to do paperwork.
As they wrote and signed, they sat together on the floor, closer than before drinking the liquor and signing. Eventually, two hours later Gene pulled Alex onto his lap. She laughed and he kissed her fully on the lips. She smiled. "Who thought paperwork would be the cure of boredom" she said before being pulled into another kiss.
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