A/N: You'd better bloody like this Chapter; I'm jeopardising my future career prospects by neglecting my college work here. Goblins, ninjas, you know the deal. (On a side note to SephyRose611, you'll notice that I managed to write one of those scenes that we both try to avoid in this chapter! I hope you're proud of me 8-D)

Alex screamed as Trent's hands crept further up towards her breasts, writhing and screaming on the floor. She breathed a sigh of relief as the hands withdrew, only to begin screaming again but a second later as she felt his hands move to the waist-band of her jeans, undoing the button and zip, his breathing heavy and nicotine-laced in her face.

She heard the creak of his flies as he undid them. He began to make low grunting noises as he sat astride her, repulsing her, causing her to shout out, desperately.

"GENE!" She screeched, begging him to help her, although she knew he could not. Closing her eyes, she decided to try and block it out, knowing that there was no escape.

"Oh, Gene, she's fucking hot," panted Trent, "You're fucking gorgeous aren't you?" he forced his mouth onto hers. She began to whimper in spite of herself. He began to move on top of her, making the whimpers turn to screams.

"Bolls…" Gene said weakly, still trying to get to her, succeeding only, by his struggles, in forcing more and more blood from the hole beneath his chest. He could feel himself weakening, his head was growing heavy and clouded, only one thought keeping him from allowing his head to loll back and think no more: He had to get that bastard off her. The sound of her in distress was torture to him, far worse than what Trent had done to his legs, even worse than lying there as he had watched them beat Millie to death…at least they didn't violate Millie like Trent was about to violate Alex.

Alex kept her mouth tightly closed, her cries strangled as she lay there, knowing that if she struggled, he would only hurt her more. Thinking that all hope of rescue was lost, Alex surrendered, allowing herself to go limp. The tears began to trickle thick and fast down her face from behind her eyelids. She prepared herself for more of his violent touch, trying to imagine how it would feel before the event happened, just so it wouldn't be quite as bad when it did. It was a pathetic hope.

Above Gene's shouts and Alex's sobs, there came a thunk, a thunk which, for some reason caused Trent to slump onto Alex's chest. Confused, she lay there motionless for a second, before pushing the unconscious Trent off her and onto the floor. Looking up, she saw Millie, stood, framed by the doorway, her face wild with rage and a walking stick raised above her head.

"Me Dad's. Knew it'd come in useful one day. You ok, Alex, dear?"

"Gene." muttered Alex, scrambling over to him, not caring that her jeans were now slipping down her legs. She took his hand, barely noticing the pool of his blood in which she knelt. Millie moved to stand beside them.

"Guv?" Ray's tremulous voice issued through the room, he stood at the end of the room nearest the door, Chris, Shaz and several uniformed officers gathered behind him. He still clutched the warrant card Millie had used to persuade him. "I'm sorry Guv."

"They're all here, Gene." Alex bent low to Gene's ear, whispering softly to him. He made a low grunt in response, "They came, Gene. We're all here for you. You're going to be ok. There's ambulances coming, right?" She looked over at Ray who nodded swiftly, his eyes wide and consumed with sorrow and guilt.

"I'm dying, love." he grunted.

"No, no you're not. You're ok…" she spoke fervently and determinedly, telling herself as much as him whilst squeezing his hand tightly.

"Millie?" he muttered.

"I'm here love." she answered, moving to Alex's side, "It's take a damn site more to finish me off than that twat," she said, jerking a thumb over her shoulder towards Trent, "and shut up with all this dying nonsense. Stop being such a poof. You're a copper, not a fairy." At this, he gave a low, gurgling chuckle.

"You were brilliant, Millie… just look after this one for me. She's got more bloody mouth on her than common sense, but you love, you've got a happy balance of that. You're not unlike me in that respect. Watch out for her Millie."

"Don't try and fob her off on me, Gene, look after her yourself!"

"I wish I could, love." There was silence broken only by Alex's low sobs. Gene moved his eyes back to hers.

"Bolls…look at me." she did so, tears blurring his image, making him swim before her, the pools of silvery blue appearing to shimmer before her. "Don't cry love." he brought a hand up to her damp eyes and wiped away the tears brimming there. "Talk to me Bolly."

She struggled, he voice catching in her constricting throat, trying to find words that would not come. "Gene…I…don't…please." she stuttered, he rolled his eyes.

"Bloody hell, woman. The one time I need to hear your bloody voice is the rare occasion you're lost for words." in response, she made an odd noise part-way between a laugh and a sob, staring into the silver-blue eyes gazing affectionately into her own.

"I'm scared Bolls." he said, under his breath, his voice barely a whisper.

"…Gene-" He gave a look to silence her, his next words coming out as a croak, partly due to emotion, but mostly down to his ever-weakening condition.

"…Love you Bolls." she drew in a breath as Gene placed a gentle hand either side of her face. Slightly removed from the scene, Chris, Ray and Shaz stood, their tear-streaked faces betraying pure shock as they watched their DCI pull their DI into a tender kiss, guiding her lips gently onto his and capturing them.

In that kiss, he tried to express so much…all the times he had wanted to do it before and how much he wished he would be able to do it again. He tried to tell her which was the moment he had fallen in love with her, but when he came to think about it, he found that he did not know. Perhaps it was that night she brought him back to her flat, crippled and in pain, had nipped out for quarter of an hour and had returned with a curry. Goddess. Perhaps it had been before then…he didn't believe in love at fist sight, but she'd certainly had an effect stood before him dressed as a high-class prostitute…No, on second thoughts, it was the curry…definitely the curry.

After several moments, Alex pulled back, realising that she was kissing a mouth that was no longer responding. Gene lay totally still, his mouth slightly open and eyes closed. As the ambulance sirens approached, she pressed her cheek to his, feeling its residual warmth against her skin, before whispering.

"I love you too…Guv."