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Chapter 12
Alex entered her flat with a thousand thoughts racing through her mind. Sighing loudly she threw her keys onto the coffee table and went into the kitchen. After pouring herself a glass of water she wandered to her bedroom. She caught sight of herself in the full length mirror. She stared at her form, her lipstick was smeared across her cheek (the rest had ended up on Gene's collar), her hair was sticking out at right angles. She tried in vain to flatten the wayward strands then she noticed one stocking had slipped its moorings and had pooled round her ankle, the other stocking was now sporting a rather large ladder. To Alex she looked like a woman who had been ravished... make that devoured. She sighed again as she took her fur jacket off. The back of the jacket was peppered with green stains from the moss on the brick work, inter mixed with rust powder from the door hinges.
She kicked off her shoes and unzipped her dress. She picked the dress up off the floor to straighten it out, she stopped and pulled it close to her face. A manly scent wafted up her nostrils, the unmistakeable smell of Gene Hunt. A small smile crept across her lips as once again the evening's events re-played in her head. She removed the rest of her clothing and climbed under the bed sheets. Alex shut her eyes grinning. She would worry about the other officers' thoughts in the morning, but right now her head was her own domain, nobody could read her mind. The grin widened as her imagination took over from where the role play had stopped, her hands reaching ever closer to Gene's belt buckle and then...
The next day
Alex composed herself before entering the station. If she knew the Fenchurch gossips well, tales of the previous nights shenanigans would have spread like wildfire. With a deep breath she walked in her head held high. She had kept telling herself it had all been a mere undercover pretence nothing more.
"DI Drake! Alex!" Makepeace shouted down the corridor and hurried to catch up with her, she was clutching a piece of paper.
"Morning Harry." Alex smiled back.
"How are you this Morning?" Makepeace tentatively enquired with a cheeky smirk playing at the corner of her mouth.
"Never better," replied Alex airily "Let's just say I got my Harvey Wallbanger in the end."
Makepeace frowned slightly puzzled, but she had an inkling at what Alex meant.
"Hmmm it was very convincing." Said Makepeace playfully
"Don't you start. I'm going to have enough of the piss taken out of me when I go through those doors as it is." Alex smiled
"Sorry." apologised Makepeace still playing "Couldn't help myself."
"What's that?" Alex nodded to the piece of paper in Makepeace's hand
"Ah! This. Simon Hughes looked familiar, but I couldn't place him. Being in the club undercover put him out of context. Then I remembered my friend Camilla talking about him. She lives in Oxford."
"She knows him?"
"No. But, he's a bit of a local talking point." Makepeace turned the piece of paper round to show Alex. The paper being a photocopy of a news paper cutting from the Oxford Times.
Alex read the headline 'Simon Hughes wins the bi-election for Oxford east.'
"He's an MP!" exclaimed Alex in surprised
"Yep. The question is how did he get caught up with Daly?"
"And how does he know Roly Cavendish?" added Alex
Their thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Dempsey bouncing down the corridor
"Morning gals." He came between them and placed an arm around each of the ladies' shoulders "Isn't it a great day? England has sunshine two days running! I was beginning to forget what it looked like."
"We do have sunny days you know. Anyway why are you so happy?" asked Makepeace
"I dunno," Dempsey shrugged "Just looking forward to another day of working with the most beautiful officers in the met." He placed an exaggerated kiss on Alex's and Makepeace's cheek then bounded through the doors into CID.
"Look at you boys working away. Another day another dollar."
"Hi Dempsey." replied Chris
"Hi Chris, the Chief in?"
Chris jabbed a thumb towards Gene's office
"Hiya Chief." said Dempsey leaning on the door frame.
"What is it with people not knocking in this place?" gruffed Gene
"Doors open. I just wanted to congratulate you on your performance last night." Dempsey was grinning salaciously "You should get an academy award. Had me fooled."
Gene scowled a warning at Dempsey
"I guess working in a crap hole like Fenchurch East there's got to be some perks to the job."
Gene's voice was low "Dempsey get out of my office and get some bloody work done."
"You're the boss."
"That's right I am."
Dempsey walked out into the main office and plonked himself down on Alex's desk. He watched as Ray pinned pictures of Daly, Simon and Roly on the case board.
Alex and Makepeace emerged from the kitchen carrying cups of coffee. Alex glared at Dempsey "Your arse appears to be on my desk."
"Well isn't that nice manners. Is that what they teach you at finishing school?" quipped Dempsey
"Nope. I learnt it all from my three Manchunian colleagues." Alex retorted
"Right listen up you lot." Gene clapped his hands "We have some more information. Makepeace here has found out who Hughes is. He is the MP for Oxford East so with have another posh twat on our hands."
"Not necessarily. Oxford east is where the students live and where the council sink estates are." Alex butted in.
"West Oxford is the money area. My friend Camilla lives in Summertown." Added Makepeace
"Really!I love that part of Oxford." Alex replied to Makepeace "My guardian use to take me to Oxford when he had to go for business. Use to treat me to lunch at the Randolph."
"Ah yes the Randolph been there many a time with my father." Makepeace reminisced
"Moving on." Gene huffed "We need to find out who Roly Cavendish is."
"Found that out too," said Makepeace a little smugly "I got some of my informers to do a little digging. He used to work in the foreign office."
"Blimey Makepeace you know people in high places." said Gene
"Yep so high they're stuffed right up their own..."
"Yes thank you Dempsey." Gene huffed again "Me, Lady B and lady H here are going back into the club again tonight. Now we know more about them any information they give us will make more sense."
Chris raised his hand to ask a question
"Yes Christopher?"
"Will the Ma'am be wearing a wire again?"
There were collective sniggers across the room.
"No Christopher she bloody well won't be." He snapped "You , Ray and Shaz will be watching again like you did last night. Anymore questions?"
Dempsey was the one raising his hand this time
"Yeah I've got one. What will I be doing?"
"Keeping your mouth shut and your ears open." Gene turned on his heel and headed back into his office.
The other officers got on with reading files and making notes. Dempsey sighed loudly bemused. He didn't like being on the side lines nor did he like the idea of Makepeace going back into the club without him by her side. He walked out of the office towards the Desk Sergeant.
"Can I use your phone?" he pointed
The Sergeant nodded
Dempsey dialled "Hi is that the Glitter club? Yeah, I'd like to hire a girl for the evening what have you got?... She sounds my type. My name?... Sam Johnson."
"Dempsey my fellow. Hows the Daly case coming along?"
Dempsey looked up to see Chief Super Intendent Brent
"Making slow progress Sir, but getting there." replied Dempsey replacing the receiver
"Good man." Brent turned to DCI Hughes next to him "This is Spiking's Leftenent Dempsey."
Dempsey stared at the DCI as he shook his hand. The DCI noticed Dempsey's expression
"Er have we met before?"
"No Sir, I don't think so. You just reminded me of someone." Dempsey feigned a smile
"Must crack on Dempsey, keep up the good work."
"Right." He left Dempsey leaning against the desk scratching his head.
Disclaimer: I only found out yesterday that Simon Hughes is the name of a real life MP. The use of this name in my fic is purely coincidental...so please don't sue me lol
