Actual story this time (yes, smut too)

Thanks everyone!

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Alex lie awake, watching Gene sleep. He was lying on his back with his arms and legs sprawled across the bed, sheet kicked off to the side. She thought about the weekend. She really had no reason to be jealous of other women, she knew. Still, it was hard watching him kiss another woman. It had turned her insides out, even if he hadn't meant it.

There would be more, she had to imagine. More women he'd slept with. Women he couldn't remember because he'd been drunk, or hadn't cared. She shouldn't worry about them, but she couldn't help wondering. When it would happen. Would she find out. Why he would do it. And she knew he would do it. Eventually.

It was almost time to wake for work, she thought, tracing his body with her fingertips. A finger over his collarbone, swirls down his chest, lightly over his cock as she watched him slowly get hard under her touch. He moaned lightly in his sleep as she teased his balls and she giggled a little, watching him twitch. As she ran her fingers along the inside of his thighs, he reached for himself in his sleep, lightly stroking, still moaning. She watched him, her own arousal growing as he continued his unconscious drive towards ecstasy. Her nipples hardened to peaks as she watched, and she knew if she climbed over him now it would be a short ride for both of them.

"Oh no, let me," she said quietly, slipping her hand under his, stroking in the rhythm he'd begun. He groaned, louder this time, his hips working to her hand. "So good," words escaped him. "Do it again, don't stop." She put her mouth over his head, sucking only for a moment, drawing an animal noise from his chest. It was driving her mad, working him like this. She wanted, needed, relief too, only the angle was all wrong, she couldn't do herself and him at the same time. She had to fuck him. She needed to.

She stopped to move and he grabbed her by the wrist, his eyes flying open. "No, don't stop." She was on her knees next to him and he quickly slid his fingers inside her, Alex bucking as he teased her clit along the way. He moved her hand back to his length, stroking with her, reclaiming their rhythm. They worked each other, pulling, pushing moaning, begging for more. Alex finally gave in, crying his name. As she struggled to keep her hand on him, his hand covered hers and they finished him off together.

--

"Three armed blags in two days? What the bloody hell is going on around 'ere!" Gene pushed through the doors, the rest of the team in tow.

They'd had two jewellery smash and grabs and one post office hold up since Monday, and Gene had been shouting at everyone all day. She could handle him when he was like this, especially since she knew what he'd be like later no matter how badly the day went, but it put everyone on edge.

"Well, no one was hurt at any of them, so at least we know they're only after the money." Ray sat at his desk, cowering slightly.

"For now. But if it keeps goin' like this someone's going to want to play the hero and shoot back. Is there anything connecting them?" He looked at Alex.

She shook her head. "Sorry Guv. There were shots fired at two of them, but the bullets don't match, and the descriptions from the witnesses were all different. So, nothing." She tossed her notebook on her desk.

"So all we can do is wait for the next one to 'appen and hope we're close by?" He didn't like the idea.

Alex shrugged. "We can get more uniform out. Maybe a bigger presence will be more of a deterrent. At the very least we could have officers closer if there were more out there." She was never one for a bigger police presence, believing it tended to incite more violence than it prevented, but it did seem like the logical move for the armed robberies.

"Fine. Take care of it." He turned and stomped into his office, but he left the door open. Better than slamming it, she thought.

"Ray," she turned to him.

"Done." He got up to leave.

"Make sure you let him know what you've set up!" She called after him.

Alex sat, planning to go through the reports from all of the robberies, hoping for something that would tie them together. She'd stacked each of them in front of her when Viv popped through the doors.

"You're gonna love this one," he handed her a slip of paper.

Knowing she wouldn't, she gave him a sour smirk and took the note. "Oh, God." She stood back up, and walked into Gene's office.

Gene looked up, frowning. "Unless you're bringing me a brew or the whereabouts of a window smashing villain you can turn yourself right around and get back to work."

"How about a dead nun?" She asked, raising her eyebrows a little.

"Oh joy," he exhaled, pushing back his chair. On their way out, they gathered Ray from the front desk.

"Got those extra uniform heading out into the street today, Guv." He chased after them. "Where we goin'?"

"Church," Gene scowled.

--

It wasn't exactly church, turning out to be the convent attached to a St. Mary's Catholic girls' school.

"So the victim is Angela Burke, 27, teacher." Ray wrote it down. "She was a nun."

"Yes, most of the teachers are. I am not, however." They were interviewing Mary Cole, the Headmistress.

The room looked as if it hadn't been disturbed. "Anything of value missing? Money?" Alex asked the headmistress as Ray and Gene looked around the room, examining the body without touching it. Chris was out in the corridor.

"I don't know. I found her here and I called you. I haven't had any time to look around. I don't know where she would keep any valuables."

"Looks like a stabbin' Guv," Ray reported. "Pool of blood, but no exit wounds or splattering." He looked around. "She's far from the door, she must've let 'im in."

"Him?" Gene questioned. "How d'you know it was a him?"

"Probably an 'im," Ray revised. "It would have to be an 'im or a strong her to stab her to death."

"Who discovered the body?" Alex continued.

"I did." The headmistress answered. "Angela had called me late last night, around 11 p.m., to tell me she wasn't feeling well, and could someone take her classes today. She was to have started at 8:00 otherwise." She paused. "I came after lunch to see if she needed anything and found her."

"That's a lot of time for someone to sneak in." Gene grumbled.

Chris interrupted from the corridor, radio crackling in his hand. "Guv, bank blag goin' down right now, uniform is on the scene."

"Oh, bloody great. Drake, you stay here and see what you can find. Ray, Chris with me." She nodded and they were gone.

Alex looked around the room. It looked as if nothing had been disturbed. She was definitely far enough away from the door that the attacker had to be in the room, so Ray was right on that account. She had to have let him in.

"Excuse me?" Alex interrupted the headmistress, who'd been giving instructions to someone in the corridor. "What is the guest policy here in the convent?"

"After 6 pm all guests must sign in and out. And no guests are allowed at all after 9 pm."

Alex wrote it all down. "Did she have any family?"

"None that I know of, she never spoke of any. She'd been here about two years." She paused again. "I can check her personnel file and get back to you."

"That would be very helpful, thank you," Alex wrote down her number and handed it to the headmistress.

She was still looking around when forensics showed up, and she waited, watching them do their job. She didn't usually get to see this part, reading it in a report, but she was relieved to see they appeared to be very thorough. Even by 2008 standards.

"Could you let me know if you find anything of value? Money, jewellery, anything else? We're trying to determine if robbery was part of the plan."

"Definitely Ma'am," one of the team responded.

--

Alex rode back with forensics a few hours later, but was surprised to find that Gene, Ray and Chris were still out. Shaz was gone, too. She wandered back out to the front desk, looking for Viv.

"Where is everyone?" She asked him.

"You weren't with them?"

"No, I was at St. Mary's. What happened?"

"DS Carling. He took a bullet."

"What? Is he alright?"

Viv laughed. "Um, yeah. Hit him in the backside. Lot of padding, apparently."

"Should I go to the hospital?" Alex wasn't sure what to do. "Are they coming back soon?"

"I think he's in surgery still."

"I'll go." Who knew when Gene would think to call. "Viv?"

"Yes, Ma'am?"

"Did they catch any of them?"

"Yes Ma'am. Two in the cells. Guv wants to have a go at them when he gets back in, but he didn't say how long he'd be."

"Good. Thanks." She left for the hospital.

--

Arriving there, Alex quickly found Gene. Ray had come out of surgery about a half hour before and Gene and Chris were waiting to see him.

"I came as soon as I heard." She put her hand on Gene's arm. "Is he OK?"

"Yeah, yeah, he'll be fine." Gene waved it off. "Won't be able to sit for a week or so." Chris suppressed a laugh.

"Well, what happened?"

"We had the blaggers trapped in an alleyway, but they were still trying to shoot their way out of it. Ray was moving his cover and got clipped in the arse."

A doctor walked towards them.

"DS Carling has been moved into his room. You can go in now."

"Is he awake?" Gene asked.

"Oh, yes. We gave him a local anesthetic to remove the bullet."

They walked into his room together.

"Raymundo! Doctor said yer arse was hairy as a gorilla's back! Had to shave it all off to find the bullet. Mind if we have a look?" Gene started to lift the sheet off him.

Ray was lying on his stomach. "I do mind! But I wouldn't mind if you'd piss off!"

Gene and Chris laughed as Alex shook her head. "How are you feeling, Ray?" she asked.

"'M alright. When can I get out of 'ere?"

"I don't know. Probably soon." She looked disapprovingly at Gene, who was still laughing with Chris. "Do you two mind?" They stopped, with difficulty.

"We got two of 'em, Ray. I'm going in to knock 'em about a bit when we get back." Gene offered as an apology.

"Good. Give 'em one fer me, Guv."

"Ok. D'you want me to leave Christopher here to keep you company?"

"I don' need company. But 'e can come back tomorrow to drive me 'ome."

"OK Ray," Alex stepped in. "We'll leave you so you can rest now."

He nodded into his pillow and they walked out.

--

"Did you get anything else on our dead nun?" Gene asked while they drove back to the station.

"Well, I do think she must have known her attacker. Ray was right there. Forensics and postmortem reports should be back first thing in the morning and I have a stack of notes to go through when we get back. I took the visitor's log as well. Maybe something will jump out at me."

"OK," he nodded. "Let me know what you come up with." He parked in his spot in front of the station. "Long night ahead Drake. I want you in with me to question the robbery suspects, too."

"Alright. Are we looking for anything in particular?" They walked up the steps, Chris in tow.

"Yeah. Anything that might connect all the robberies, or any of them. Or anything that might unconnect them. Or anything, really" he grumbled.

They stopped at the front desk. "Viv, have the prisoners had dinner yet?"

"Not yet, Guv. Just about to start."

"Good. Hold off on the two from this afternoon. I'm going to question them in about an hour. They'll be more cooperative on an empty stomach."

"I don't know if I will be," Alex followed him into the squad room.

"You hungry?" Gene asked. "I wouldn't mind a quick bite. I think we missed lunch altogether. We could pop over t'Luigi's."

Alex looked up at Gene. He looked like he had more than dinner in mind. "I would love to, but I really want to go over the information from St. Mary's while I can still think straight. Could we just have something brought over?"

Gene pouted, but just a little. "OK. Shaz, can you pop over t'Luigi's and order up something for Chris, DI Drake and myself. Something for you too, if you're planning to stick around." It was after 6 and almost everyone else had left already. "Just tell them to bring it over when it's ready."

"OK, Guv." She took his money and left.

Alex sat down with everything she'd gathered from St. Mary's and started reading, taking notes. Forensics had left a note on her desk to tell her that £735 had been found in her underwear drawer, so that crossed off robbery as a likely motive. Though how she'd had that much cash stashed away was probably a good question to ask someone. Shaz had taken a message from the headmistress letting her know that Angela had listed no family when she'd come to them two years ago. Something else to add to the small stack of information she had gathered.

She opened the visitor's log. No visitors at all to the residence after 7:30 pm, and none to Angela for several days. Well, then. It had to be someone who lived there.

"Chris, you questioned some of the other residents this afternoon, can I see your notes?"

He got up and brought them to Alex. "Not much, there were only a few around. They were having lessons."

"Yeah. Of course." She looked over Chris's notes. No, not much. She needed time of death. But that wasn't going to come until morning. Smelling food, Alex stacked her notes and took the container Shaz offered.

"Just pasta, Ma'am." She apologized.

"It'll be perfect. I'm starved." She took off the lid and tucked in.

--

"Gene, you cannot keep doing that!" Alex shouted at him as they walked out of the station and down the steps.

"Got the result."

"No you didn't. You got information, but will you be able to prosecute now? That confession won't stand up."

"Maybe not, but we'll bang 'em up for the other ones, and they'll get locked up either way."

It had come out that each of the suspects they had in custody had been involved in other holdups, just not the same ones. Someone was coordinating these, but the gangs involved in each were different. It was going to get complicated and have layers, Alex knew already.

"But we still don't have the gang leader. Neither of them even knew who it was that set up the jobs! By morning his brief will have him back out on the street."

Gene stopped turning towards her. "Maybe. But we have more than we did before. Now we will get the rest of them." He turned back and walked towards Luigi's.

Alex followed, but headed towards the door to her flat. They were at the same place they always were after questioning a suspect, shouting at each other about what the other did wrong. It always passed, but it was hard work to get there.

"You not coming?" He stood at the top of Luigi's steps, barking at her.

"I'm tired. I want to take a shower. I'm going to give it a miss. You go if you want. You can come up later." She walked up the stairs.

Gene chewed his lips for a minute, then walked down into the restaurant.

--

When Alex stepped out of the shower 45 minutes later she knew Gene had come upstairs. She could smell his cigarette burning. Throwing on a dressing gown she walked into the living room to find him asleep on the sofa, TV on, tie off, shirt open, feet on the coffee table. His cigarette burning alone in the ashtray. He'd poured two glasses of wine from a new bottle.

"Gene," she said quietly, sitting next to him.

He woke with a start, rubbing his face. "Must've dozed off." He shook his head tossing his hair around.

"It was a long day," she handed him a glass, taking her own and getting closer, leaning into his open arm.

He gulped half his glass of wine, setting it back on the table. "God that's awful. Yeah, long day. Better tomorrow."

As Alex wriggled next to him, he suddenly became aware of the fact that she was quite naked under her dressing gown. That always seemed to make everything better. For both of them. He took her empty glass from her hand setting it on the table next to his. Sliding his hand down to her arse, he pulled her onto his lap, straddling him. "Thought you were tired" she teased as he untied her dressing gown. "I was," he kissed between her breasts. "Suddenly got a burst of energy," he took one into his mouth, biting down on her nipple as she rubbed herself against the bulge in his trousers. "Why am I always naked, and you're always not" she asked, biting down on his offered lip. "Don' know" he answered through kisses. "But I love you naked." His hands roamed everywhere as he continued to kiss her mouth, breasts, down her belly. He slid off the sofa and held her legs as his tongue teased her clit, licked the wet trail up her thigh. "God, Gene, more, love it," she moaned, her hands grasping the back of the sofa to keep from falling off. "More, please, more tongue, unnngh, so good" she shuddered uncontrollably against his mouth, his tongue lapping at her as she came.

Gene pushed off his trousers and unbuttoned his shirt quickly, climbing back onto the sofa underneath Alex. He pulled her mouth down to his. It was wet and she devoured him. She slid onto him and he groaned maddeningly as he entered her. She rode him slowly at first, wanting to feel each stroke, wanting to drag out her next climax, bringing him with her if she could. "Oh, god Alex," he ground his hips into her, thrusting with her, slowly easing themselves towards their target. With her hands grasping the sofa, his moved to her breasts, his mouth covering one as his fingers worked the other. She growled and rode him harder. "Again Gene, more" he bit down again and she cried out, her head dipping to his shoulder. "Gene, gonna, unnnnhh, so hard, you're so hard, feels so good, aaahhhhh!" She tightened around him, spilling over his cock and he thrust deep into her, holding her onto him, "Oh yeah, yeah, so good," his head rocked back and he came hard, thrusting more, "Alex, Alex" his mind a blank.

They didn't move, other than small touches, wriggling against each other. Alex kissed and licked the sweat off his shoulder. "Tired now?"

"No." He returned the favor. "Just getting started. Let's go to bed."

--

The postmortem report on Angela Burke was sitting on Alex's desk when she walked in the next morning. "Great," she said out loud, sitting down to read it. Half hour later, she walked into Gene's office.

"Gene."

"Wot," he looked up from his racing form.

"Angela Burke. I've found a motive."

"Don't leave me in suspense Bolly, what is it?" He scowled at her. The briefs for their burglary suspects had arrived and he was already in a bad mood.

"She was pregnant."

"A dead, pregnant, nun." He sat back in his chair. "Just what we bloody need."