Infiltration Chapter 12
AUTHOR'S NOTE: The final chapter of this saga is finally up! Please read and review!
"BANG!"
Gene Hunt thought his life was over, it seems that yet another gunshot has ended his life. He thought he would end up in a mortuary. He decided to open his eyes, but could he. He opens it successfully, he's alive. He cannot open it and he's dead.
"Guv!" Alex's screams could be heard, there was nothing else he wanted to hear but Alex's voice. Could he be the next Super Collins, a dead one?
Gene decided to open his eyes, all he saw was the same old scene, there was nothing new, the same few shocked expressions, the same few people. But the scene didn't fade into a glowing heavenly it be that his story has ended here. Could it?
Gene was about to turn back, when Yvonne Grozzo's body collapsed towards him.
"What the bloody HEAVEN!" It took a few moments before Gene realised that he was saved, Yvonne Grozzo was dead, but who in the name of god saved him.
Just as Gene left Yvonne collapsed to a pool of blood, what he saw was a balding stocky man, with spectacles, and a silly Italian suit with a shaky gun pointing towards him.
"Luigi!"
"Senor Hunt…." Luigi had never fired a gun his entire life, who knew he fired one bullet to save his most loyal customer's life?
"Tora Tora Tora!" Gene yelled as he took the pistol in his pocket and immediately started firing.
With the loss of Yvonne Grozzo, and Don Grozzo's shameful retreat, the mafia soldiers had little morale to continue to fire and decided to make a quick retreat, with their guns in their pockets. Their consigliere was however continuing the fight well.
"The Don is not here, but we shall sacrifice to save him!" The Consigliere roared as he continued to shoot wantonly as the bullets flew from all sides of the warehouse.
"Bloody bastards, if we don't arrest them Bolls, we won't get Don bloody Grozzo."
"I have an idea, Guv!" Chris had another harebrained scheme in his mind.
"Let's shoot the foot…" Alex immediately knew what Chris meant and fired a few shots to the soldiers' foots. It was difficult doing so, but by the time they did that, most of the soldiers were forced to collapse to death.
"Guv, we've won!" One of the CID officers declared.
"No, we haven't." Gene and Alex knew the victory can only be claimed by the arrest or death of Don Grozzo.
"Not so fast!" Shaz and the rest of the CID officers were at the back, waiting to arrest the soldiers.
To her surprise, Don Grozzo and his gung-ho squad of gangsters showed up, washing the whole police force with a rain of bullets. As Shaz tactfully managed to dodge behind the cover. Don Grozzo's limousine was now outside his door.
"Get In!" The menacing Don Grozzo must have had a heart attack or a grave injury as he clutched his chest, grimacing in pain.
"No!" Shaz grabbed one of the guns and fired a bullet as the gangsters continued to fire at the police reinforcements in order to cover their Boss.
The bullet went nowhere, Shaz thought as she continued to dodge, while the Gangsters got back in and the limousine sped across the roads.
"Shit!" Shaz exclaimed as Gene and Alex came out of the warehouse.
"You all right, Guv!" Shaz asked.
"Warehouse clear, Shaz. Get the police officers in to arrest them." Alex ordered.
"What do we do now, Guv." Chris and the gang noted that the limousine sped towards supposed freedom.
"FIRE UP THE QUATTRO!" Gene screamed as he jumped in the red Quattro with Alex and fired the car in extremely high speed.
Within a few minutes, the limousine began to slow down, believing they have achieved some degree of freedom, though there were police cars chasing around, they were no match for the Limousine, tampered to achieve neck-breaking speeds like a Formula One Racing Car.
"Right!" Gene finally saw the limousine after breaking through the formation of police cars in the chase. The red lion was now chasing the blue wolf in the car chase.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The gangsters at the back fired a few shots though it didn't hit the Quattro due to Gene swerving the red car around.
"You know Guv, you can dodge the bullets somehow not by swerving too hard!" Alex was about to throw up her lunch as Gene stubbornly continued to do so.
"Shut Up Bolls, and get your kn..ackered gun firing back!" Gene decided to drive the car with his left hand, while firing the pistol in his right, though accuracy was definitely very low and apparently Gene nearly wanted to say knickers instead of knackered.
"YES!" Alex managed to shoot the car's tyres as one of them was declared punctured as the blue limousine began to slow down. The red Quattro and the ensuing police cars were getting the blue wolf down.
Just as the limousine was firing up to go to another street, a loud crash was heard as another car smashed the limousine.
"What the bloody hell…"
"Police!" It was Viv's car, as Ray came out of the car with his non-injured hand having a pistol pointing towards the driver.
"Ray!" Alex felt that the gangsters might still attempt to fire a few more gunshots and decided to get him out of there.
"Guv."
"Raymondo, Viv!" Gene greeted back with his pistol back firmly in his pocket.
"Right, you bloody Don Grozzo, You're HELL Nicked!" Gene declared, as he opened the back door of the smashed car, while the police cars rushed to the scene.
To Gene's surprise, Don Grozzo decided not to react with a defiant retort there was Shaz's bullet hitting right into his body, his two other soldiers had died in the crash while the Police kicked out the two dead bodies and brought the injured Don Grozzo to the prison hospital.
"We've got those damn bastards!" Chris was yelling along with the other CID officers as he saw most of the mafia soldiers arrested.
"Yes, Christopher, we've got those bastards!" Shaz gave a slight peck towards her lover's face.
"Luigi!" Alex couldn't help but give a peck on Luigi's face, he just saved his beloved Guv and maybe the whole Fenchurch East CID.
It was a triumphant moment for the Fenchurch East CID as they celebrated a hard-earned victory against the mafia.
Luigi's
"Luigi, get me all the beer and wine you have, we're going to drink to our bloody fill today!" Gene shouted as the rest of the CID agreed in unison.
Ray was back in the bar, his hand was injured, but at least he was safe.
"Before we drink, let me…um..propose a toast, no a few toasts!"
"So Bolly, who you proposing to, this is not a wedding, you know, and we ain't toasted bread here!" Gene's comment got the whole CID laughing with agreement.
"First, a toast to Ray, may he recover from his injury well enough to beat the hell out of Tommy Grozzo!"
"Yeah! To Ray!"
"Ma'am, you'd bet I bloody will." Ray said to a round of laughter
"Secondly, a toast to Viv, Shaz, Chris, for without him, we wouldn't have got our moles down"
"YEAH! To Viv, To Shazza! To Chris!" The cheers were getting louder toast by toast.
"Thirdly, a toast to DCI Hunt, without him would the lads not survive the gunfight."
"YEAH!"
"Enough of you toasting, Bolly, you've just snatched my job!"
"Now it's my bloody turn!" The whole CID fell into an air of silent respect.
"A toast to Luigi, the man who's saved my bloody life, he's one clean Italian, and I'm proud of him today!"
"YEAH, To Luigi!"
"And a toast to DI Alex Drake, I know she's one hell of a bolly and a posh bird. But without her, I think you and I would be in a hell lot more of trouble, so cheers to DI Drake!"
"YEAH! To DI Drake!"
"A toast to Superintendent Harry Collins, and Detective Inspector Paul Taylor, for their honourable sacrifice for the force. A toast to both of them, for the grace of god."
"Yeah, To Super Collins, To DI Taylor…" The police officers fell into a short silence as they mourn the loss of two fine coppers.
"A toast to all of you, we are brothers, we went through thick and thin, we survived that bitch Yvonne's bloody shootout, we survived Don Grozzo, we're unbreakable, unbreakable Lads! A toast to the unbreakable CID, a toast to all of you!"
"YEAHHH! To CID! To CID!" As everyone gulped down their glasses of wine and cheered along, DCI Hunt sat alone with DI Drake at the corner. While the jokes were still on, this time Luigi had his revenge, by getting Chris and Ray to be the butt of the jokes. With every glass of wine or beer free if the joke was funny.
"Looks like Luigi's having a lot of fun." Gene sat on the bar counter as Ray and Chris were mercilessly teased by the rest.
"He's deserved it anyway."
The television was switched on, and Fenchurch East Police Station turns out to be media circus of the day as the reporters from the television networks and newspapers wanted a scoop of the big hunt.
"Police today engaged in not one but two fierce gunfights in London against the Grozzo mafia gang. The police were to arrest the Grozzo family's head Don Tommy Grozzo for alleged murder for at least 2 police officers and illegal trafficking of weapons when the mafia exchanged huge amounts of gunfire. According to witnesses, London nearly turned out to be a street war!" The newscaster didn't sound very encouraging, Alex would have expected the newscaster to say some snide remark questioning the police's action but it didn't turn out that way.
"We in Fenchurch East Police Station have arrested Tommy Grozzo for the alleged murders of Detective Superintendent Harry Collins and Detective Inspector Paul Taylor, we also are charging him for illegal weapons trafficking." It was Alex's face on national television as she became the spokesperson for the television.
"Was it a very fierce battle against the Mafia?"
"Yes it was, but we do so only to ensure the safety of the public in London, I do trust that with these arrests made by the Fenchurch East Police Station, I am very certain that the streets in London are definitely safer." Alex laughed as she continued fielding the questions.
"Could you reveal details on how Superintendent Collins and Inspector Taylor were killed and the details over the crime."
"She's not in the bloody liberty to do so yet, we're still investigating the crimes although we've pressed charges, I think you would know the bloody truth when you go to the Court!" Gene stepped out of the office and somehow interrupted Alex's fielding of questions which was to her dismay.
"Sir, what message do you intend to give to the public."
"We bloody coppers are nicking down criminals, and that we bloody believe…"
"What my superior officer here says that we the police will continue our very best to hunt down any criminal regardless of whether he's the boss or just a small-town gangster. We the police are prepared to bring these criminals to the law to our very best." Alex looked a bit uneasy, she knows that Gene wanted the journalists to shut up about brutality, but she knew Gene's superiors including the dead Super Collins will be up in arms about it.
"Why you didn't let me finish, Bolls, I wanted those bloody press bastards to shut up about bad policemen!"
"Superintendent Collins will definitely turn in his grave is he hears that on national television."
"Bolls, any news of Tommy Grozzo's trial?"
"According to Evan, it's going to be at least a few weeks later."
"A few bloody weeks to escape from Fenchurch, eh?"
"I don't think he has the resources to do that now, Guv. The Grozzos collapsed after the failed deal."
"Collapsed?" Gene was mildly surprised.
"Well most of the family leaders are arrested, the soldiers killed, with no money, they're completely gone."
"That bastard Grozzo's in jail for life."
"Evan thinks we have a good chance in getting him down, he's prosecutor after all." Alex smiled, she always had the most respect for her godfather, even after the explosion episode.
"You know Bolly, why did you ask the lads to raise their weapons when I was kidnapped by that wicked posh witch!"
"Well, I knew you would be ok, after all Luigi was there." Alex turned towards a abashedly smiling Luigi who was preparing the drinks for the rest of the coppers.
"I thought you just bloody abandoned your psychiatric tactics."
"It wouldn't work anyway." Gene nodded his head in agreement, she was still the expert.
"How do you know Luigi will pull the trigger?"
"Remember Gil Hollis?"
"The man for charity work, and now sitting in the jails for a few years, yeah!"
"Remembered that he attacked Luigi's, Luigi wanted to get out and defend his trattoria."
"I remember that."
"He will defend what is most dear to him." Alex made a clever cross-reference from the past which she was proud of. She's making connections.
"I can't be that dear to him!" Gene protested.
"Well Gene, you don't know this, but you are the most flamboyant and loyal customer in here!" Gene smiled again, it was true that he was the person who occupied Luigi's for every night, and was definitely the chief regular here.
"Right,enough of that bloody Grozzo, Bolls, let's talk something else!" Gene decided that amongst all the Grozzo bullshit, it's better to have a conversation about something else.
"Right, so how's ex-Mrs Hunt?" Alex knew one of the ways to irritate Gene was to talk about his estranged ex-wife.
"She's pretty fine, Bolls, married to another fellow Hyde officer, got herself into some bankrupt shit, but she's good Bolls, thanks for bloody asking."
"Huh, well marrying you is a great misfortune in her life!"
"Wrong, it's a great mis-soddin-fortune to mine, made me pay some funny term called alimo.."
"Alimony." Alex had heard the term too many times during her own divorce.
"Do you have somewhere else to talk, Bolls, this bloody noise is killing me!" The noise was apparently the laughter of the CID crew, and yes it was killing the romance.
"Where?"
"Why your bloody apartment, of course, it's not as if your home can only fit one living knickers!"
"Well it sure could fit one living lady and one bloody armed bastard." Both Gene and Alex smiled as they took the steps up to the apartment. It went unnoticed, especially when those who usually noticed including Chris and Ray are trapped under a pile of slamming jokes.
Alex's Apartment
"Bolly, it's been a tough two days." Gene without much approval from Alex just pounced on the sofa.
"It is…"
"You know Bolls, I hate to admit it, but…"
"But what…."
"Well you have been right all the time, Bolls."
"I am right, it's my…"
"Super Collins had been right…." One could tell Gene didn't want any word of fantasy. Alex nodded gently as she pulled herself to the cassette recorder.
"Any music, Bolls? Something that isn't Italian, for Chrissake!" Gene needed a bit of music to cut the sexual tension. One could feel it in near distance.
There wasn't much music Gene would appreciate. Alex knew the patterns well. Anything Classical, and he would start cursing before going to slumberland. Anything that has to do with Bowie, and Gene would end up singing along like a mad drunk. Anything that has to do with Italian and Jazz, and Gene would go back to Luigi's.
Alex decided to choose "Only You" by Yazoo, a favourite piece for Alex, though she was pretty unsure if the western gung ho Gene would prefer it.
"You chose Ya-le-cuckoo!" Gene mocked in incredulous tone, he would have preferred something grand to cut the sexual tones. Not something to increase the tension.
"It's Yazoo." Alex corrected him, Gene had little knowledge of current music.
"Whatever, something from the Zoo that says Ya."
"It's a band's name, Guv!"
"You want something to eat, Gene?" Alex asked, she was aware Gene had not taken a bite at Luigi's, and he wouldn't really want to.
"Bolls, home-cooked food for supper?"
"I take this as a Yes." Alex Drake got her apron on, as she began preparing the supper.
The supper turned out to be a small bowl of Caesar Salad.
"What is this!"
"Caesar Salad."
"You know we could eat that at Luigi's, Bolly! I thought I smelled meat."
"It's a healthy salad, good for rotten copper's brain."
"You sound like my damn ex-wife, Drake!"
"Just take it, would you!" Alex got the spoons out, and Gene painfully obliged.
"Tastes funny…" Gene munched his greens like any old cow would, after all why the bloody hell should Gene love his greens!
"Well there's some pieces of…"
"That's the steak you've been smelling." Alex smiled, his reaction was the same as that bastard Peter when she did the same meal for her ex-husband.
"Well that's quite a good change!" Gene smiled, of all salads his ex-wife made, none of them had much meat in it.
"and it goes well with wine." Alex smiled, as she sipped her glass of wine.
"Bolly, I never knew you were a pretty housewife."
"Well I was…" Alex muttered, she remembered those days when Peter was still an author who earned meagre salaries. She staying with her in-laws. Gene meanwhile was still munching down the Caesar Salad.
"Guv, you're not leaving anything left for me!" Alex was surprised at the rate Gene Hunt was eating.
"The greens, Bolls, that's what I'm leaving you for supper." Alex now noticed that apparently Gene was at selective eating.
"You know you're just like a kid, Gene!" Alex had her hand on her forehead.
"Now you really are my darn ex-wife." Gene scoffed.
"Now I can really really sympathise with ex- Mrs Hunt!"
"You should." Gene smiled, before turning his head back.
"I must say this, Bolls, you are a good cook!" Gene decided that maybe a bit of praise would help.
"You would know earlier if you took breakfast!" Alex's voice was one of disgust and mockery. Gene blushed, he didn't take the breakfast Alex prepared at all.
A few more rounds of wine, and both Gene and Alex were getting tipsy, and yes their senses of love-hate strengthened.
"I can't believe you like Bowie." Alex exclaimed.
"Not as if I like that poofy look of his, but the song does sound like Herb Alpert, easy to sing along…"
"Herb Alpert and David Bowie are two different…Oh god!" Alex knew anything to do with music, and Gene would make her go bonkers.
"Bolly, I'm hungry…."
"I thought you were too drunk to be hungry, you have eaten my salad anyway!" DI Drake was still lazing around her sofa.
"More hungry…." Gene was smiling suggestively, it was pretty apparent.
"I'll get some more wine…" Alex knew the intention but decided maybe a bit more wine.
"You shy, Bolls?" Gene was now more tipsy than usual, Alex could smell the booze.
"Huh, why should I, I've did it before many times!"
"As a prozzie…"
"No, Gene, not as a prozzie, oh never mind!" Alex gulped down another glass of wine.
"Well Bolly you are the most elusive ever tart I have ever seen, when I mean by elusive…."
"You mean Ronnie Biggs…"
"Why are you linking yourself to a train-robbing prick!" Gene was now getting himself sitting closer to Alex.
"It's been a long day, Guv, maybe you want…" Alex was still admittably shy, the sexual tensions were running higher than skyscraper.
"You…Only you…" Gene kissed Alex passionately, Alex would have resisted at first, but decided to take it one more step forward by gently reciprocrating.
"Is the door locked?" Gene out of a sudden took his lips back from Alex's.
"Of course it is, Gene…" Alex's sultry whispers made her more irresistible.
"Let's start spreading the love, Bolls?"
"Sure, Gene, as you wish."
The lights were out at Luigi's as the CID gang left Luigi's. The night was ending for the rest but it wasn't for the Lion of Fenchurch East as he enjoys the love of his Bollyknickers DCI.
At Alex's apartment, Love was definitely infiltrating the air tonight.