The Golden Times
Chapter 14
A more easier chapter, I've created an interesting set up involving Chris, Shaz, Gene and Alex living under one roof, There's a lot more going on near to the end of chapter and a certain Irish woman is about to return. The next set of chapterrs will involve a lot of Ray and Chris this time because i don't want them to miss out on any of the fast paced action, Chapter is unbeta'd may change
As Simon was being examined by Doctor Michaels in the children's hospital ward for any sign of minor burns , Alex took hold of Gene's left hand for support squeezing and grasping it harder as the couple watched in through the left opened door, he placed his uninjured hand on her shoulder for reassurance in letting her know that things will be alright for them no matter what.
"Hey what's that for...I don't normally like to ball me eyes nor see you do the same Bolly Keks....don't forget Simon's a tough little soldier..just you wait and see", he placed a kiss upon her forehead, holding her within embracing arms unwilling to let her go, almost imagining they could stay like this entirely forver. Ray had gone for a check up too in the same hospital, having complained of numbness in his fingers, he'd hoped that he hadn't broken or fractured any fingers(metacarsals).
"Anyway I Just need my arm checked out see what damage might have be caused by my fall inside the flat...At least our newborn is fighting on inside you" Patting her stomach, Alex had been seen to first by Doctor Michaels, she had only inhaled 20% of smoke, she was extremely lucky no smoke had trickled through into her nostrils and down into her lungs. Luck seemed to follow her around, every single day she lived for in 1984.
"So what are the hell we going to?..christ all our items are ruined, Simon's baby clothes, your clothes, television and others...everything all gone up in smoke thanks to this mysterious firestarter," she needed to find out who was behind this all, maybe a pattern had been forming all along ever since the day she and Gene were nearly ran off the road by some mad person driver could this have all been caused by the person who killed Jack Finnegan, it was diffuicult to find something to connect them two accidents together.
The Doctor appeared with good news "Mr Hunt... Miss Drake... I've examined Simon and it doesn't seem like he's inhaled any sort of smoke what so ever..you'll have to thank your couragious friend looks like he saved your son's life by covering the blanket over his nose, eyes and ears" They felt relieved, vugger Ray had become a hero, Gene thought he should thank him, when he saw him next either when they agreed to meet up for drinks.
"Bols Don't you be go to leave lipstick marks on Ray's face will yer.. he'll be bragging about it afterwards the cheeky sod" He pulled an amused face at that precise little thought.
"Gene i can assure i won't snog his face off' seeing the amusing side of Gene's reaction, she chuckled moving her smirk to corner of her lips.
He followed on Doctor Michaels inside as the door was then closed, She was left alone with Simon sitting on her knees, who snuggled up to her small baby bump, she adored his cute reaction, pulling faces and tongues against it, wrapping both hands around him, she embraced her son in a motherly hug.
"Patrick should be 'ere' soon.... just hope he hasn't gone out clubbing with colleagues...Gene's not gonna be pleased if he has" she looked down the corridor at the latest arrivals be rushed through onto the near by patient wards, hospitals were chaos everywhere she observed, they were still the same as normal present day hospitals long, cold and massive from the inside. She hoped it wouldn't take ages waiting for Gene to be assesed for his arm injury, she overheard a scream of pain coming from the Doctor's room and leaped up, it sounded like her fiance and that this injury might be more serious than first feared.
She was tired, hungry, exhausted and thirsty, some young doctors and nurses walkest with patient clipboards just about to finish their shifts for the night ,one tall handsome young doctor in his late 20''s approached where she sat keen to keep her company"How are yer feeling... me and my colleague saw you being rushed in....It was terrible thing what that person did" she looked confused at him as he stood leaning against the cold white wall.
"How do you know?"
"Well it's been on the BBC Nine O'Clock News... massive fire...above an Italian restaurant in Fenchurch.. apparently it ripped through two other flats... restaurant was half burnt...I not trying to stick my nose in 'ere'" He reassured her, with a hand gesture whilst adjusting his stethscope around his neck.
"Who you waiting for...your friend?" He continued to stand seeing as Simon was taken up the seat next to Alex.
"No My fiance...thinks he may have chipped a bone or torn a muscle in his bicep" she looked again towards the room, there was still no sign that they were finished in there just yet, shaking her head impatiently especially with the younger doctor trying to chat her up, she didn't like any smarmy, overcharming and cocky bloke nearer herself.
"Ouch that must have hurt i can imagine... Well i hope he fully recovers from this...what's his name by the way?" this doctor was getting to noisy for Alex's liking, he was taking a keen interest in her and came over all flirtacious.
"His name is Gene.... My name's Alex... Alex Drake and this is our son Simon nearly five months old"
"Alex....uhh good name for a posh bird... I'm Lucas Walters" Reaching out his hand for her to shake. Then it came back in flashback to her, his face was instantly recognisable from the episode of Bullseye she'd been watching yesterday, how he expressed sadness when throwing the darts like he'd been left feeling rejected.
"Is something the matter?" frowning an eyebrow at her deep cold stare, he was unaware of why she didn't take an eye off him, unlcear that she'd recognised his face from Bullseye, "Nice meeting you anyway...my shft's over" he rushed off back down the corridor to join his friend, wishing he hadn't introduced himself to this strange woman.
a light grouchy cough alerted her to her senses, "Ahem... Bolls... Hello" Gene called for her, his arm was now in a strapped up sling, "What" she replied turning and looking up in surprise, her shoulders felt tense and blood pumped gushing throughout her veins
"Doctor Michaels said I've only fractured my humerus bone...need to rest it in this sling he's provided said i don't need surgery on it... come on we might as well go and find Ray and thank him for saving Simon" guiding her along with his free available arm, "he also said i shouldn't be thinking about work one bit....so time means more time off"
Shaz and Chris arrived in a state of shock having heard what had just happened, they saw their DCI and DI walking past the hospital reception desk and ran up to them.
"DI Drake... Guv.... Luigi told us what happened...hope you get the scumbag who did this.. deserves to be locked up messing with you personal life" the young DC always hated any loser who attempted to mess with his friend's personal life, bringing back a flashback to the time in 1972 where a old enemy from Manchester tried and unfortunately failed to run over Gene after he'd caught the guy's younger brother damaging public property and had an idea on teaching the DCI a tough lesson of his own but at the last minute crashed his car , everyone in the room could see that Shaz had been crying outside, she looked very emotional, mascara lines running down her cheeks .They hugged the couple with many hugs, patting their boss on the back for his bravery.
"Yeah thanks for the concern Christopher..right were looking for Ray.. dunno what room he's in...Doctor said Ray's a hero"saying as he pulled away from Chris' strong bear hug. Examing the room numbers one by one, followed on behind by his fellow colleagues. He couldn't stay in hospitals for overnight, they scared the sit out of him non stop, the fresh strange smells that lingered within any ward.
"Bolls keep up will yer... yer always trailing behind us everywhere we go" he stormed off further away in a huff, events had come to a furious aftermath, everyone else was still in a state of shock, Chris decided to offer them the spare room in his and Shaz's house.
"So what do yer say?....Guv... We do want to a close eye on yer both....."
"Hmm Its good offer Gene... I wouldn't want to stay anywhere else. tonight .." Alex agreed with Chris' kind offer, acknowledging his sudden concern, he didn't like to see his longtime friend sulking miserably in defeat to an unknown new enemy, he did however still feel incredibly guilty for allowing Michael Thomas to escape unnoticed from his and Ray's Point of view, tomorrow he was preparing to face a backlash of anger from Jim Keats, how would he react, suspend them for taking their jobs more importantly.
"Fine three nights... Me, Alex, Patrick and Simon will stay at your house... but we can't forget that we still have a new house to move into... afterall i've kept hold of the keys all this time... had them in my jacket pocket" Alex jumped up to kiss him, excitedly, as she had originally presumed the keys had been left in the now burnt out kitchen.
"Careful mind me arm... its still soddin hurting me" rolling an eye in annoyance at her, but sneaking in a few kisses on her lips by surprise, "mmm you're just still simply bloody gorgeous to kiss Mr Hunt..Don't go pout them lips at me... you cheeky mischevious man" she squealed as he couldn't help himself but this was a realisation that it bought them closer together than ever before, he never wanted anything else to ruin this. They eventually decided to see Ray tomorrow back at Fenchurch, Gene personally wanted to thank him with a present in person not with cigarettes but with money.
"Don't think Ray will accept money off yer Guv... he's not that kind of man anymore...just give 'im' a well deserved pat on the back. Tell yer what I really hope he doesn't take time off work too... I'm gonna be on my own with bloody Keats... And also there's no one else for him to put in charge as acting DCI" Wondering whether a change might be in order, a new calling was bound to happen sooner or later involving their police work.
"No bloody chance... Chris you're an excellent Detective Constable but by my estimation you're a good couple of years away from becoming a DCI like i am right now" He acted disgruntled but knew very well that Chris might one day be promoted to at least either Detective Sergeant or Detective Inspector.
"Oh I haven't a chance to tell you this me and Ray might have convinced him ,meanwhile to change his mind in allowing you back at work.. cause we went into his office yesterday and sweet talked him into it..... We do need yer back Guv at Fenchurch its not been the same without you...honestly it hasn't...We've missed you Ma'am not the same without your Psychology impressive talk" Chris smiled, as Shaz linked her arm tighter within his, they looked like love's young dream.
"What about Michael Thomas did you manage to get any new evidence against him" Gene needed to know what else the crafty Welsh man had planned.
"Erm not quite...cause he didn't stay at all for the bidding...took off before it even started so me and Ray followed him to this train station and saw him being handed fake IDs....looks as if he's planning to flee the country within a few days time I reckon...do you want me to tell keats everything?" Chris felt it might be the best thing to do.
"Might as well fill Jim in on we've said....the cheeky bastard's probably gonna pin yer up to the wall in fury and unleash World War 3 on everyone in Fenchurch before long" Gene imagined the complaints officer may be about to show his nastier side. He couldn't so anything him else to stop him from happening, he hated being injured not able to do any favourite activities especially not being able to make love to Alex, it frustrated him deep down, that thought that wanted to beat him up mentally. Chris held the car door open for Gene as he eased himself down onto the passenger seat and Alex got in afterwards. There had still been no appearance from Patrick and Gene felt left down by his absense, hopefully Luigi would fill the Irish teenager in what occured the night before.
It was now turned past midnight over London and the population in the Capital would be tucked up warmly in bed, preparing for the next day that lay ahead.
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That next day on a bitterly cold Febraury morning as its sunshine peaked through the bedroom blinds , Alex woke up, resting her aching head by Gene's naked shoulder, hands trailing over his bare upper chest. He muttered hidden words while moving onto his side to face her, eyes widen open, pressing his elbow bone on the pillow as he then spoke "Did you sleep alright?" he sighed with a hungry gaze, cupping her face gently with his hand, before stroking her brown curls that draped on to the pillow.
"In matter of fact I did have quite a perfect, peaceful sleep... that hot cup of chocolate Shaz made really helped..forgot to ask how's your arm this morning...any better or is it still hurting" she worried about him way too much, putting himself in danger at every opportunity, he was showing himself to be risk taker, which made her gulp nervously.
"Nah still hurts..have it checked out in a few days just be on safe side before choosing if i wanna go back into Fenchurch....Yer know that Doctor Michaels..Bols what tablets did he give yer... when we left hospital last week?" Gene took Doctor Nakumura's words on board, suspecting that Michaels may have prescribed Alex the wrong tablets, did he have a motive behind it or was he even a real doctor.
"Why do you ask all sudden?...." she could hide the mistaken fact that Gene didn't trust their doctor, that he might have been told to give her double tablets.
"Well when i went to book that appointment for you yesterday....I told him about how you were given those two sets of tablets to take to numb your pain for your headaches...and he's seems to think that maybe causing your dreams or making you feel a tad nauseous" Gene prayed she wouldn't explode at him for confiding in another person, but she couldn't agree more.
"Its strange every morning when i go into the kitchen, place two tablets in my hand and then swallow them with a glass of water... it does have a really odd effect of my eyesight...my mind just goes wild...its hard so to explain this...I'm definitely starting to suspect Doctor Michaels too " she demonstrated with hand movements, pointing to where it worse felt. She tugged on his boxer shorts slipping her hands beneath the material, massaging every part of his upper thighs as she listened to what he might end up suggesting, his muscles felt tense and aching.
"Just see what Doctor Nakumura's final opinion is.....we really should sue to arse off Doctor Michaels... sue 'im' for every penny." Gene became distracted and really enjoyed the feel of her hands, easing the pain he felt in his upper calf muscles, she could do it forever if she wanted to do according to him, even her lips around his cock would do him the bloody world of good, even take away those daily stresses and problems.
"Mmm Maybe we should...I'd like to see you get all angry especially for me...so i can witness your gorgeous eyes" she fluttered her eyelashes, attempting to add some flirting into their morning conversation, using his uninjured free arm, he wrapped it around her lower waist using two fingers to tenderly caress an outline of her left cheek, "still bloody beautiful" and pulled her for a slow but passionate kiss, sliding his tongue inbetween her lips and inside her mouth as it began to devour deepily, they both moaned into their fierce kiss, lips caressing his neck and adam's apple, swiping her tongue across it, he moaned in grand approval, gasping as control was swept out of his system, rocking back and forth, he urged feel her breasts pushed against his chest the way would always do.
A jolt of noise the next bedroom startled them as they were rudely interupted, Chris shot passed in only his boxer shorts and David Bowie T-shirt, on his way to the bathroom, slamming its door shut, waking Simon up as he began to cry in the cot he'd been sleeping overnight.
"Morning Ma'am... Guv sleep well did you over the past couple of hours"
"We did....until Chris decided to put in a rude morning performance and left a trail of mess in his wake" Gene replied back with displeased look, now sitting up and going to see to Simon with a bottle of milk. Simon needed his nappy changing so Alex volunteered and asked her fiance to make some breakfast downstairs while she chatted with Shaz. He didn't like being told what to do by most women but never complained this time.
"I'll have a word with him... give him a telling off" She promised.
Gene got himself changed into a long silk blue shirt and grey trousers and then made his way downstairs, finding hard to believe that him and Alex were in another house, he walked through the front living room and into the medium sized kitchen complete with brown kitchen unit. "Buggering hell Chris and Shaz most live a life of luxury in this house.... makes a change from the one he lived in Manchester". Images flashed before his eyes of landing badly on the injured shoulder with Alex laying on top of him, she'd didn't seem hurt at all, she kept kicking him in the leg to move as he managed to pull himself up, on woooden chair that had been placed by the last flight of stairs. Counting himself incredibly lucky to still be alive, finding himself thanking god for looking out for him above.
When Patrick would eventually choose to show his face, he wanted a private word, their conversation yesterday morning was about him not being there for his family and now fate had swapped events around, going against what Patrick himself had said, he wanted to give him one chance of explaining his whereabouts where did he go and finishing work, a pub close by or nightclub partying the night away unaware of what had currently been taken place back home.
"Alright Guv...great to see yer up and about this morning" Chris appeared, ruffling his highlighted hair with a hand, joining his friend in the kitchen.
"Yer know I'm not mad at yer about letting Michael Thomas sneak away from yours and Ray's sight....Sometimes we learn to deal with our mistakes and move on... just put a good fight against keats today... give 'im' what for eh?" Gene encouraged Chris to stand up for himself, acting like a mentor.
"Ray phoned before... apparently he's coming in work...got his fingers strapped up with wool... mentioned that they've got Michael Thomas in Fenchurch"
"What the fuck... Who caught 'im'?" Gene was amazed and surprised by the turn of events.
"Dunno but that's what i'll be finding out when me and Shaz manage to get in work in a short while"
Gene placed two slices of toasts underneath the grill and lit it soon afterwards, clutching at his strapped up arm.
"Guv you shouldn't be doing anything especially with yer bad arm... 'ere' allow me you gonna and settle down on the sofa in the living room..." Chris offered in helping to fill the kettle up with cold fresh water.
"Jesus Christ Chris... I can light up a pot of kettle with one hand I'm not that bloody injured.." He growled, refusing help, turning sideways to take in the fresh morning air as it left a draft in its wake through the kitchen door.
The toast was done within three minutes, crisp golden brown, as he used a small knife to spread Jam across it, taking a bite of it, tasting that sweet strawberry taste upon his lips and checked on the metal kettle placed above the stovetop, remembering a time when he was five years old back at home in the early days, as he reached up to grab hold of it, but only got hand burnt.
"Shaz!! we need to get a move on... don't wanna be late for work.." Chris reminded her as she got changed into her uniform.
"I'm gonna check on the new house today....maybe buy new items for the house... We're actually suppose to be moving in a few days... do you wanna help out? for when i buy a second hand television... i'll need yours and Ray's help very much... can't lift anything heavy Doctor Michaels said..if i did i might even do my back in painfully" Pointing out that slight worrying aspect
"Of course we will ... always willing to help a friend in need...But it's probably best allowing Ray to lift any heavy objects,,,he's got some mighty strength within him.."
"Lets hope so" Gene sighed, voice full of profoundness, quiteness and happiness, even though things were going to be different from now on, especially with no flat to go back to.
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Jim greeted Shaz and Chris by the main entrance, putting out a cigarette, on the brick wall.
"Did Ray Carling let you know about us bringing in Thomas last night..." Shaz left them to talk amongst themselves as she headed to the main CID office.
"I knew you two wouldn't come up with a result so... i got in contact with a couple of coppers at Southampton main Police station and asked them to keep an eye out for him, gave them a full description of our suspect, i was leaving work late last night.. got a phone call to say he'd been spotted trying to assault a bus driver in a disagreement for not paying bus fare... so he got nabbed and thrown into a cell....then we had transported up here to East London within the early hours of this morning....I'm allowing you and DS Carling to ask 'im' some questions about Finnegan's death" They walked side by side together towards the interview rooms and Jim left to go and make himself a cup of coffee.
The station was less chaotic than usual even ghost like, every Detective, Policeman, Policewoman and Inspector in Fenchurch East couldn't understand who would stoop so low in setting fire to Gene and Alex's flat above Luigis.. He shivered feeling a cold draft drifint down his spine and neck while standing by one of the windows outside Interview Room A, looking through a file on Thomas that Keats had just given him. His impression from what he read, suggested that their suspect was no more than a con artist, a hustler as Cockneys would pronounce it. Maybe they had this all been wrongly figured out, nothing in this file made him suspect that Thomas was a killer, over twenty years ago he'd only been arrested just once for accusations of attacking his wife's best friend.
"Chris you coming in or what 'aven't got all day to wait in 'ere' for yer don't wanna be stared at this bastard's pair of eyes...already givin me the creeps " Ray exhanged a bitter glance over his slender shoulder towards the suspect, arms folded as he studied Thomas' shaky body' posture as Chris finally entered and took a seat.
"So you thought you could escape from us... you're very much mistaken mister....You do know why you're 'ere' don't you?"
"Yeah cause You want to question me about Jack's death....i've already told my son i never killed that man... " He replied with half a glance, eyes reverting away to stare at tiny spaced walls above and beyond. They had plenty of hundreds questions to ask him.
"From what we''ve heard yer certainly a big character aren't yer?...kidnapping Rhys. having 'im' tied up for nearly 13 hours...trying to prove your toughness well it hasn't rubbed off...so own up and admit what we want to hear" Ray demanded with force and a show of leadership.
"I haven't got anything to admit...alright...Yes i admit to taken my son hostage but that was only to prove my innocence in all this..." He waved hands about in frantic state, trying to prove he wasn't a bad man as they were trying to make him out to be.
"Look We already found evidence of you on camera entering Jack's cell wearing a prison guard's uniform...explain why... tough guy" Ray smiled a satisfying look smile, sitting backwards on his wooden chair, legs kicked up on desk with a laid back attitude. Chris had a quick wonder whether his over-confident colleague might be getting too big for his boots in Gene's noticable absense from work and fancied nicking Alex's DI rank, he wouldn't resort to sucking up to the station's Discipline Complaints Officer would he in gaining promotion?
"Alright I'll tell you what you wanna hear..." giving in to their answers bearing the brunt of these onslaught of questions "firstly Me and him go back a couple of years ago...we met in Southampton at a friend's funeral...cheeky bugger tried to swipe money from my pocket and i caught 'im' redhanded... taught 'im a valuable lesson in showing that stealing in public view was a nver a good idea...I mentored him really into being a petty criminal...But with me being as awkward as i did a runner soon after and fled to Spain..."
Chris seemed utterly convinced Michael wasn't lying and the truth had come out but Ray pressed for more, needed to know what exactly happened on the day Jack died in cold damp prison cell, he wouldn't let it lie too soon.
"So who told yer...to go 'an' pay 'im' a visit in prison was it Stacey?....oh we did see you two together two nights ago..snogging each others faces off." Ray was almost ready to grab hold of him by his jacket and give him a low punch in the gut if he didn't own up within five minutes.
"I'd previously met Stacey at a charity banquet in Central London...lovely woman..We both knew there was an attraction there between us but she was still with her ex boyfriend sticking by his side whenever he found himself in trouble with the old bill"
"So what did yer do with Imogen..have 'er' bundled off somewhere in a back of a van and shipped off to France" Ray asked all the questions, acting serious.
"No it was her decision to leave me, she saw me for who i was a brutal thug with no care in the word for others" He attempted to make these two detectives realise he was being truthful and not a master of lying. This was clearly gettiing harder and easily tiring the longer this interview went on.
"It was none of your business to be watching us the other night ....She's my girlfriend now...she has full faith in me in what i do" He replied back with positive reply.
"So you had no reason to murder 'im' then...answer "
"and to answer your other question Detective Sergeant...No I can tell you correctly that i did visit his cell but i checked on him and he had no pulse plus his lips were purple...I think you've been barking up the wrong tree quite literally detectives I had no motive anyway in wanting to see Jack dead..." He knew he said all he'd wanted to say to them. Lowering his head in exhaustion he himself had a rough night locked up in a dingy smelly prison cell in Southampton. The police were for sure bound to questioning him over his fake IDs and his fake identity that he use to re-enter the UK with.
"Fine you're free to go but if we find out you've been feeding us lie after lie... we'll have your sorry little arse back in this station and then you'll have nowhere else to escape to" Ray warned seriously.
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Back at their temporary home for the time being, Alex bathed in the large bath tub, scrubbing her fingers and toes, cleaning any last bit of marks she received in the fire, she'd chosen to stay in there for a little while longer as Patrick had finally turned up.
"Dad you've got to be doing something about this...you can't allow this person to get away with what they've done.... " He shouted, pacing up and down in the kitchen "No I'm not letting this lie something's gotta be done and if you don't do anything I will" He wouldn't sit back and wait for the police to take their time in interviewing potential witnesses.
"Good go and see Luigi....apparently put in a witness statement last night...He might offer to help you in yer attempts at being a Private Investigator" Gene only could see the funnier side of this, Patrick hadn't a clue how a PI did his or her job and what basic rules it entitled.
"Thats not funny...Its really not....Fine I will go and see Luigi as you so rightfully insist" In fact he could see a serious side altogether, hands placed on his hips, as he looked around this wonderful living room, surrounded by many framed pictures of the house owners.
"Bloody hell They've done well for themselves haven't they.. Chris and Shaz" Gene couldn't feel any hateful feelings towards him, he'd forgiven his son immediately for having slept in a colleague's house and finally taking the plunge of kissing the girl of his dreams.
"You know i would have been at the flat in a flash... if i'd been near by to the area... but this girl from work is so bloody attractively hot... i helped 'er' home last night cause she got her handbag stolen...gave chase after the attacker but he got away"
"Hmm guess we're' both Heroes then ... me and you... father and son...we've become a crime fighting duo team of own"
"What do you mean?.... I don't wanna be branded Robin to your Batman if that's what you trying to indicate" He looked confused.
"Look I've saved Alex's life but injured me arm.. reason for me wearing this itchy sling" He itched at it constantly, he couldn't do anything with it, when the time would come there might be few signs of body hair.
"Careful don't cause yourself a rash... it'll sting like a bee" Patrick looked horrified, he grabbed a wet towel instantly and cleaned Gene's shoulder.
"Hey what are you two arguing about now...can't a woman get well deserved bath" Patrick's eyes twitched from side to side and then up and down at the sight of Alex's entrance in her bathrobe, curly damp hair, parted on both sides of her face. He looked further down, eyes almost popping out that beautful sight.
"Ahem hadn't you best be off...and only have eyes for that lovely bird you snogged last night... eyes off my lovely wife to be... I'll get Shaz to cook you some food later" Gene reminded him of what they've said in their previous conversation. Patrick closed the front door after him upon leaving.
"Gene shouldn't you be heading out to see our new house.." attempting to usher him out through the front door.
"Gives us a minute... I'll need help with putting my jacket on..if yer volunteering" he winked flirtaciously, admiring her wet drenched arms and neck.
"Excuse me you've got to be joking I'm not even dressed yet" a chuckle arose from her mouth.
"I've always had an erotic dream of a sexy naked woman, lifting my coat over me... pressing her whole body against me and dropping the towel right before my very eyes... get a right 'orn' in my leg...leaves me begging for more from 'er'" She embraced in his arms, leaving wet marks over his jacket sleeves and pockets.
"Has that made it come true for you now... i'm debating whether to drop my towel or you taking it off for me"
"Drop yer towel...love...it'll make my dreams be very real and more pleasurable....mmm... nice shampoo if you don't mind me complimenting" taking a sniff of her bouncy hair, before trailing his tongue over her ear, "Gene... you cheeky saucy devil... do that to me again and i'll give you one of the best massages you've ever had" she promised with a wink, feeling his body tremble with anticipation, his pulse quickened rapidly, pushing her up against the wall and with one hand, caressed her shoulders and stomach.
"Just think in a couple of months... We'll be parents again....Mmm Love everything about you .....Love your body...Love your gorgeous legs wrapped around me... pulling me further to you... can't get enough of your sweetness.." he knew for definite that they couldn't doing any hard physical activity, eg lovemaking but he didn't let himself feel too miserable and disappointed about it.
"Need a shoulder massage before i head off" he asked happily, slipping his jacket back off down his shoulders and onto the couch as they he sat on the bean bag, sitting with his back to Alex, she pressed and squeezed hard on his large shoulders, instantly finding where the hidden pain hurt him the most.
"Christ do you have to attack my shoulders like that... ouch woman do you seriously have to increase your hands that hard" he whinced in agony, red cheeks pushed upwards, swelling.
"Gene shut up and relax please..." He pulled a lip pouting face, at her request, shutting his eyes tight and letting her hands sooth any aching, muscle tension pain, he had within.
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"So what do we try next Jim" Ray had stood in deep thought, lip moving to its side, as he tried to think of something cleverer to come up with. He had chosen to remain sitting, fidgeting with his usual hot cup of coffee.
"Look I've got enough of my plate...I've got the Super breathing down my neck for a result...I'm under pressure enough as it is... Sorry but you and Skelton are gonna have to think are something spectacular on yer own.. Ray mate I've got some work to be getting on with..." The complaints officer implied requesting to be left alone as he tried to complete his latest batch of work before the 5pm deadline that had been set, work became is only priority above his own private life, he wasn't a guy for discussing great details of his love life, in secret he'd never had a girlfriend for over 5 years.
Back outside on the fire escape, Chris finished his cigarette, stubbing it out on the steel stairwell and then went back inside, rubbing his shoulders that were freezing cold, throwing his brown waist jacket on to keep warm. It was early February and still the weather hadn't improved at all, at least Gene and Alex's wedding would be soon approaching in a couple of months and had a baby on the way.
He sat back down at his desk, after only 5 minutes, he had to walk to the men's toilets, to empty his bladder.
"Where you off to...don't me alone in 'ere' I'm already bored with nothing to do" Ray said following Chris to the toilets.
"We need the Guv's help urgently I don't care what he says I'm gonna visit yours tonight amd get him come into work with us tomorrow i don't care whether i have to drag 'im' in or whether Keats likes it or not Gene is .he only detective in this station can that solve this... cause lets face it Jim walks around thinking he owns us and Fenchurch East when only his job is being a complaints officer" Ray announced, still unable to feel any feeling within his fingers, even moving them about, never helped, it felt like a shark and ripped them off. They had to think of a proper and resolving solution and three hours might be the maximum time for them to decide. Ray mentioned about visiting the two couples early in the morning.
"I got a doctor's appointment myself tomorrow absolutely bricking myself about how long i'll need to keep this bandage wrapped around my fingers..."
"Sure it won't be that bad... mate" Chris sympathised
"Try getting your fingers nearly chopped off and see for yourself" Ray added sadly, he felt as if they'd been chopped off by a maniac suspect.
"Uh that i don't think so.... Unless I get on the wrong side of Shaz... for looking up at a lapdancer's bum... hey i don't want you getting me into any more trouble with her" Chris couldn't count how many endless amount of times where him and Ray were chatting up young posh birds.
Ray shifted his shoulders, hands buried in pockets as he walked in front with Chris following behind, Michael Thomas appeared sitting in reception by the help desk, nodding towards them.
"Oi Viv whats he doing back here....we let him off hours ago"
"Keats has told me to let you both know that he's allowing DCI Hunt to return to work but only on a part time basis..Good news eh..Not sure if the Guv will be up to comin back so it'll take a lot of persuasion" Viv pointed out thoughtfully.
"Oh thats brilliant news...All sudden he's becoming Mr Popular around 'ere'" Chris was best pleased, a smide wide displayed across his face.
"And one more other thing apparently Michael he didn't tell you something else important....Jenette Rivens, Tiny Tim's sister she was a former girlfriend of Jack's and Michael has met her at that funeral.... tried getting her claws into him.... should we inform the Guv about these new developments" Fearing as if hell was about to be unleashed within Fenchurch. Even if the DCI accepted Keats apologies and offer, his fellow colleagues had to think of something quite drastic to get him out of the way incase she might be bought in for questioning over her ex.
"Bloody Hell After the trouble and heartache she caused when Operation Rose went down.. he's gonna wanna strangle her to death..Guv said she's like poison from what he last remembered of her..No Don't let the Guv know its best keeping him in the dark...Me and Chris will interview her on our own." They couldn't risk a possible frightening and extremely dangerous scenario of Gene vowing abuse in her face or threatening to run her down in the Audi Quattro. Why did she have to haunt them for a second time, Over two years ago Ray had been filled in on what happened between Gene and Jenette after all the team had left that eventful night. After the shooting he personally wanted to punch his DCI in the gob around Fenchurch after being told what the sweet comment made by Gene actually meant.
"Ray are you sure you know what you're doing cause if the Guv gets to discover we've gone behind his back, he'll have us wiping the floor on our hands and knees" They both soon began to realise this wouldn't be as easy, Gene could read them like a blindfolded hawk,even manage to fish out one of their lies or excuses within seconds.
End of Chapter
Jenette will be trouble once again, over the next two chapters, as she gives information on the identity of Jack's killer, but can they trust her completely or is she trying to ruin Gene Hunt's life once and for all without him knowing.