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Chapter 25: I Do No Good Deeds

Kelly watched Gene and Alex walk into work together. They were back together. She knew this would happen. She knew from the moment they kidnapped the two that they would get back together if Alex made it through.

Staring at Alex pissed her off. It was a reminder of the foiled plot, one that she had spent too long working on. And it was all because Zoe had to include Gene in the deal. If Zoe hadn't insisted on letting Alex give Gene the clue, Alex would have never been found in time. Kelly had had it all planned out. Twenty minutes in the cold store, and then a shot to the stomach. The hypothermia mixed with possible organ damage would have overtaken her quickly, and even if they had found her then, there would have been nothing anyone could do.

The only part of the plot that had gone through was Zoe dying. Shooting at Gene had been a last resort to set things right. She had even missed him. That stupid idiot of a DS had tried to save him, and ended up getting shot herself. Kelly felt slightly bad. She didn't mean to hit her. Kelly's quarrel was with Gene Hunt and the posh bitch known as Alex Drake.

July, 1982

She had noticed him the instant he walked into Fenchurch West. He was tall, with longish blonde hair. His grey eyes pierced the station with a cynical scrutiny, taking everything in. He stared a moment longer than normal at a young PC. Kelly remembered the PC's name was Martin Summers. Looking between him and the older man, she thought they could be related.

The man approached her, and stared straight at her. His eyes pierced straight into the core of her, something menacing behind them. It didn't matter to Kelly. She looked into the greyness of them and was absolutely smitten. He was tall, handsome, and mysterious. All three traits she loved in any man.

"I'm looking for DCI Carnegie." His voice had a soft Irish accent to it, making him, if it was possible, more attractive.

"Follow me," Kelly said breathlessly. "What's your name? I need to let him know."

The man paused, and stared at her a moment. "Boris Johnson," he finally replied.

"Right." Kelly showed him to Carnegie's office and then sat down at her desk. She saw Boris talking animatedly with their DCI, she wondered what about. Kelly put it out of her mind as her phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Kelly?" It was Zoe. Kelly thought back to the day they met. She had moved down from Newcastle to go to university, and they had gotten to know each other from there. After the first year, they became flat mates and best friends. They shared everything with each other. They were completely inseparable. Kelly got slightly annoyed with Zoe at times though, because Zoe seemed to be under the impression that all Geordies were idiots. They had made the decision to join the MET together but ended up working at different stations. Zoe was full of tales of Fenchurch East, telling about their frightening Detective Chief Inspector and his new accomplice. She always seemed to be getting herself into situations. Zoe had told her once that the woman was stuck in a cold store!

Kelly's life was rather average at Fenchurch, certainly nothing to get excited about. That would all change, however, one day in mid-August, when Boris took her out to dinner.

August 1982

Kelly spent hours getting ready. She had no idea what Boris was doing, as far as she knew he wasn't police, but he seemed to be in the office every day. She had helped him with whatever he had requested. He played everything close to the vest, not letting anything slip. Once she had asked him where he was from. His eyes had become unfocused, as if he was lost in thought. It took him several moments to answer.

"A place very far away. Almost from a different time."

Kelly was perplexed at his answer, but didn't ask any further. He had finally asked her to dinner a few nights earlier. Now as she got ready, she was excited. She had no idea what he wanted. All she knew was that he was handsome, and she liked handsome men.

He picked her up that night, looking as stunning as ever in a black suit and white shirt. He took her to a nice restaurant and kept the conversation light through pudding. Afterward, he leaned towards her.

"Kelly, what would you do if you heard that there were corrupt officers in your station?"

"I dunno. I guess I wouldn't be surprised. There's corrupt officers everywhere."

Boris leaned back thoughtfully. "And if they asked you to join them?"

"I dunno. Why's this all important?"

"You wouldn't report them?"

"Nah," Kelly said. She was surprised to realise she meant it.

"Why's that?" Boris seemed genuinely interested in her answer.

"I guess, probably cause I know most of the people in the station, and I'd feel like I'd break their trust. I don't like people who aren't loyal to their mates."

Boris stared at her. "Have you heard any whispers around the office about something called Operation Rose?"

"I've heard it mentioned. Never anything about what it is or anything."

"How would you like to be part of it?"

"What would I have to do?"

"Make sure it stays silent. We don't want anyone finding out about it, especially not Fenchurch East. You'd get a payoff."

Kelly jumped at the opportunity. "Sure. That should be easy."

Boris smiled at her. "Good. Everything is according to plan. Report to me if you hear anybody talking about it that shouldn't know about it."

He then proceeded to explain what Operation Rose was, and what was planned to happen on November the thirteenth that year.

"There are just a few more details to work out, but soon everything will happen."

Their dinner had finished with that sentence, and Boris left Kelly feeling more evil than she ever had before.

5 November, 1982

The phone rang that morning. She picked it up to hear Zoe's rather anxious voice on the other side.

"Kelly you will not believe what is going on here! They just found a corrupt officer, and it's one of Hunt's team!"

"Why is this supposed to shock me?"

"Because there is something huge going down soon! All Hunt and Drake can talk about is what our super, Mac was going on about when he died.

"What was that?"

"Operation Rose." Kelly's heart stopped. This was supposed to be what she was on the lookout for.

"What do they know about it?"

"Nothing by the looks of it. Hunts just getting angrier and angrier." Zoe's voice stopped for a minute. "Shit. I've gotta go. I'll let you know more tomorrow." The phone on the other end clicked abruptly and Kelly stared at the phone in shock. She immediately went to find Boris. She told him everything, and was surprised when he looked slightly happy.

"Thanks, Kelly. This is exactly what I needed to know." He stalked off, and Kelly found her staring at him longingly. He hadn't even said much to her since their date, but she still found herself longing after him. Zoe had been to Fenchurch West, and was immediately noticed by Carnegie. She still didn't know anything about Operation Rose. Kelly intended for her to stay that way.

13 November 1982

It was late in the evening when Kelly got a call from Zoe, who seemed to be in distress.

"Calm down Zo," she said. "What's going on?"

Zoe was practically screaming into the phone. "Carnegie went down! He's in jail! Hunt shot Drake, she's not expected to make the night. He's on the run. And before Drake went down one of them shot Boris."

Kelly only caught the last part of the statement. "Is he okay?" She knew immediately by the silence on the other end that Boris had not made it.

It was then that she started planning her revenge. She knew she had to have Hunt dead. He had killed Boris. After Operation Rose was over, one of the coppers they hadn't caught gave her the payment she was supposed to receive. She had entrusted it to Zoe, knowing that they would start looking through all of Fenchurch West's bank accounts, looking for bent coppers. By doing that, she had to explain everything to Zoe, who shockingly took everything rather well. The best part was, she was completely open to getting revenge on Gene Hunt.

The moment that it was released that Drake would be okay, and Hunt was off, they knew they had to include Drake in their plans. They had been planning on her dying. She had barely made it through the operation and stayed in a coma so long that the doctors were starting to lose any hope whatsoever of her coming back. Finally, in the first week of December, she had woken up. They had kept her in the hospital for a few weeks, and by mid-January she was back to work. However, by the middle of February Zoe had reported that Drake was transferring.

It was Kelly who had the idea to transfer down there too.

"Let's get her first," she had said. Zoe readily agreed, and they had transferred not long after. A few months after their transfer, Zoe made her way up to London on holiday. She had met a man there name Adam Mutter. He had told her that his brother worked at the station. By flirting with him, Zoe got him to give her updates from Fenchurch for the next year. In early March she had come to Kelly, a giant grin on her face.

"They're having a crime wave up at East."

Kelly looked up, annoyed. "So?"

"So, the crimes that are going on up there happened down here a year ago. They're calling up Drake and someone else soon."

They had spent the past year figuring out a plan to kill her. Finally, with the realisation they could get to her under Hunt's nose, the pieces fell into place. It was then they had sent the first letter and transferred back up to London.

Hansen had gotten in the way of their plans. They had not realised that he had wanted to get her himself, because she got too close to the case. If she had died that day, half the plan would have been destroyed, which would have been a great disappointment.

Instead, Kelly reflected, Zoe had ruined everything and that was the great disappointment. Alex was supposed to die of hypothermia and blood loss before Gene could ever find her. They would give Gene a month to wallow in misery, and then rid the world of him also.

Kelly knew that by her getting away, she had put the station on red-alert. She knew that waiting only a month would be too short of a wait now. She had postponed her plans until later in the year, giving them time to settle down.

After Alex had survived, she had contemplating letting her experience life without Gene once more. What would happen if the almighty Manc Lion disappeared, and Alex had to play the hero for once?

Kelly laughed to herself, thinking of Gene as the "damsel in distress." Could Alex be Lancelot and rescue the poor princess who was tied up and beaten? Or should she even let Gene live? She could watch Alex be completely destroyed by thinking that Gene was dead.

Kelly left from her hidden spot at the station and walked back to Layton's boat. She had dyed her hair black so it would throw people off a bit if they had seen a re-enactment on Police 5. Stalking quietly into the boat, she looked over into the corner.

"Having fun, Hansen?" He just stared at her in contempt, his mouth gagged. He could not move, as his hands and feet were tied. An oily voice sounded out from behind her.

"You need to move him."

Kelly turned to face Arthur Layton. A scar ran on his left cheek from where Hunt had shot him nearly three years previously. His hair was as oily as his voice, and his hands shook, showing how badly the few years had affected him.

"Why do I need to move him?" she challenged.

People come on this boat. I've been keeping them away for a few days, but questions are bound to come up. I've a warehouse that no one knows about. You can put him there. Just remember if he's found, it's on you."

Kelly nodded. "Let's move him then."

Layton nodded and struck a blow to Hansen's temple. The man fell unconscious immediately.

"How long are you gonna wait?" Layton asked.

"Six to eight months. I want this in the back of their minds."

"Just let me know when you need everything started, and don't forget to feed this tosser."

Kelly laughed and nodded. "I shan't." The rest of the journey to the warehouse was silent. They dragged the still unconscious Hansen into the warehouse, and went their separate ways. Kelly smiled. Six to eight months, and everything Zoe messed up would be put right.

TBC! Reviews are always appreciated! Oh, and good news on the fic front: I have now finished writing We're Too Far Gone for Happy Endings. The question is, will it end happily? hehe. Not if Kelly gets her way! :P