Yup. Here we go again. Thanks for reading along!!
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Alex arrived at the station early Monday morning to see Ray already at his desk.
"Isn't it a bit early for a cigarette, Ray?"
"Never too early Ma'am." He didn't turn to look at her.
"Everything OK Ray?"
"Yes, Ma'am, why?" He finally turned around.
"No reason," she walked around to her desk, a humorous expression on her face. "Have a nice time last night?" She couldn't stop herself.
"I, um, don't know what you mean?" His eyes were wide.
"Ah, yes. Did you work yesterday? I thought you had Sundays off?"
"I took an extra shift to finish up some paperwork. I wanted to go through all of the Adrian Solt files before today." He handed Alex a file, adding somewhat sheepishly after, "Cazzie had a double shift, so we met for dinner in between."
"Yes. And how was….dinner?"
"Uh, great. Luigi's Spaghetti. Always good."
Ray rolled his chair up to Alex's desk, surprising her. What came out of his mouth surprised her more "Inspector, you're a bird."
"Yes, Ray. I am a bird." She sat back a little, terrified of where this was going.
"C'n I ask you somethin'?" Alex nodded, wanting to say no.
"I've never dated anyone this long. I mean, it's been almost seven weeks already." He stared at her.
"Hmmm. Seven weeks. A lifetime."
"Tell me about it!" He lit another cigarette. "I haven't even looked at another bird! I think there must be something wrong with me."
"So, what's the question?" She really hoped he wouldn't ask her anything…detailed.
He shifted his eyes back and forth, checking to see who might hear. They were the only two people in the room. "What do I do?"
"What do you mean, what do you do? What do you want to do, Ray?" Oh my God. Ray wanted relationship advice from her. If she closed her eyes tightly, could she will herself to disappear? "Do you like her?"
"Well, yeah. She's randy as a bloody rabbit."
Alex winced. "Don't do anything. You have a girlfriend, Ray. Just be nice to her."
"Really? That's all?"
"Yes. Think you can do that?" Alex wasn't sure she believed it. But, she had to admit, seven weeks with Ray and she was still sticking it out. They must have something.
Looking confused, Ray rolled his chair back to his desk just as other members of the team started arriving.
"Oh, and Ray, the Guv will be expecting a full briefing on Solt when he gets in. Which should be at any minute."
Alex had left Gene awake, but spent. She'd woken in the morning to find his hand on her breast, caressing it lazily. Aroused, she pushed him onto his back, climbed over him and licked a trail from his scruffy jaw to his straining erection, lips covering him as he groaned awake, twitching in her mouth. Moaning, the ache between her legs driving her mad, she moved up his body and slid over him, rocking slowly until she couldn't hold back, pulsing around him as he emptied inside her.
Ray nodded. "Are you meeting with the DCI Ritter this afternoon?"
"What?" Was he saying something? "Yes, we are. He might want you to come along, too Ray." He nodded again, turning back to his paperwork.
"Morning." Gene pushed through the doors, stopping at Alex's desk. ''Ave you 'n Ray got anything on Solt yet?" He was asking instead of bellowing on his way into his office. That was new.
"Yes. Want it now?" Her accidental proposition brought a sparkle to his eyes and Alex felt him look through her clothes. In his grey suit, his hair still wet and swept back, she fought the urge to reach over her desk to pull his mouth to hers. She couldn't help swaying a little. How could he still make her feel like that?
He swallowed, eyes moving over her. "Now would be good. Be back with a brew and we can start." He tore himself away, heading for the canteen.
Returning to the squad room, he pulled a chair out and sat. "Drake?"
"OK" Alex stood up. "Adrian Solt is a mid-level drug smuggler, no history of dealing. He brings the goods in and sells to one or two main dealers, who then prep it and deliver it to the street dealers. He operates largely out of Deptford"
"Yes. We know that." Alex broke into a sweat as Gene watched her. She hoped no one else noticed.
"Over the last two weeks three street corner dealers have been shot on their corners. Information from reliable sources confirms that Solt ordered the murders, and may have even committed them himself. We suspect that he is looking to expand from smuggling to dealing the products himself and is taking rival dealers' corner-men off the street."
Gene nodded. "Our own local dealer is none too happy having his turf trodden on, or his employees offed. As much as liking our own bastard hung up, we need to stop the killing first, before it escalates and innocent bystanders are shot in the crossfire. Although any information we might gather along the way that helps put our own local scum away will be welcome."
Gene stood up, walking into his office. "Ray, you come along this afternoon. If there's coordination to be done between the two squads I want you to handle it."
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Gene was still complaining about the meeting when they arrived at Luigi's later that night.
"Stupid bastard!" Gene was banging his hand on their table in the corner. "If 'e can't bloody cooperate in our investigation how the 'ell are we suppose to help 'im with his!"
"Gene, he's just trying to make the collar. I don't think he was trying to be difficult on purpose." Alex had been trying to calm him down for an hour, but it wasn't working. She wanted to take him upstairs make him forget the whole afternoon. "Did you hear back from the Chief before you left the station."
"I did not. Probably ignorin' my bloody calls." He finished his cigarette and roughly emptied his third whiskey. "Can I get a bloody beer!" He shouted into the room. One of Luigi's waiters appeared minutes later with a pint.
Alex watched him. His tie hung loose and his hair was a drunk mess from the many times he'd run his hands through it since they'd sat down for dinner. He'd long ago discarded his jacket. Looking at him increased the pulsing between her legs and it took every ounce of self restraint she had not to run her own hands through his hair.
She moved closer to him, she put her hands on his shoulders, moving him so he was facing her.
"Gene, we can deal with it tomorrow." Enough of this, she thought. He looks too shaggable tonight, and she wasn't interested in waiting for this tirade to end. Under the table Alex freed the button closest to his belt and her fingers reached inside, grazing his flesh. "Come on upstairs" she leaned in whispering in his ear. He grunted indifferently, but as her hand slipped lower she felt his body respond beneath his trousers. "I know how to make you forget about it until tomorrow."
Continuing to pretend he wasn't interested, Gene finished his beer, scowling in the other direction.
Alex sighed. "Fine, Gene, but I'm going upstairs." She leaned in, whispering. "And if you don't hurry, I'll be forced to take care of myself." She saw his eyes close as she got up to leave.
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It didn't take him long to follow, but Alex was already in the bedroom pulling her jeans off. Gene stripped his clothes off on his way there, seeing Alex's behind in the air as she bent down to pull her feet from her jeans. Stepping out of his trousers, he grabbed Alex by the hips, pushing off her knickers as she gasped from the unexpectedness of him. Pulling her against him he rubbed his throbbing erection onto her bare arse, growling, "I want you right now." Pushing her to the bed, on her knees, he entered smoothly. "Oh god, oh yeah, make me bloody forget everything" he moaned as he thrust inside her quickly, short strokes. "Oh god Gene, don't come yet!"
He pulled out, pushing her all the way to the bed, lying on top of her, feeling her body against his. "I want to fuck you now, don't want to wait." He raised up a bit and she wriggled over onto her back, running her hands over his chest, her tongue, her mouth attacking him. "Gene I'm gonna come so fast, I want you so much." He slid a hand between her legs, feeling her swollen clit, soaking wet hairs, thighs. He pushed a little, Alex moaning, pushing his hand away. "Fuck me Gene, I want to come all over your hard cock." Gene grunted, sliding a hand under her arse as he pushed inside, adjusting so he rubbed her clit hard with every thrust. "Is that good?" "Oh yeah, oh god," Alex dug her nails into him, her feet planted on the bed, hips pushing into him. Gene was mesmerized, watching her writhing wildly beneath him as she pulled him against her, grinding into him as she came, begging him to fuck her harder.
Gene could still feel her climax pulsing around him as he pushed her legs over her shoulders, thrusting deep. He begged, cursed and thrust inside her for so long, calling her name, that when he finally came in one long hot stream, telling her he loved her, begging her to never leave him, Alex no longer knew if she were coming again, or had never stopped.
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By lunchtime the next day Gene was in a state about the Solt case.
"Do you want me to try talking to him?" She'd asked, knowing that the Chief Super hadn't got back to him yet.
"What's 'e gonna tell you that 'e won't tell me!" he bellowed, throwing a pencil at his office wall.
"Well he knows I won't shout at him, at least," Alex said sourly. "He must know by now why you've called. Just let me do the follow up, it's call – " the phone rang, interrupting her.
Gene grabbed the phone "Hunt."
Alex watched him talk. "Yes, yes sir…I do want to get the bastard, yes sir…prefer murder to drugs, too….OK….OK….of course…I'll have D.S. Carling get right on it…And thank you sir." He hung up.
"It's about bloody time! Come on." He pushed past Alex into the squad room.
"Alright everyone listen up. The brains trust giving us orders has finally decided to do something right for a change, and they want to get Solt on the murder charges instead of the drug smuggling, so we're back on top. Ritter's group has been planning to bring him in with a drug sting scheduled for one week from tomorrow. If we cannot nail this bastard by then they will pick him up. However, if we can get 'im before then, we get to keep 'im."
"What do we do first, Guv?" Ray stood up.
Gene pushed out his lips, looking around. He hadn't got this far, having expected to be shut down. "Chris, go through all the evidence we have, see how much we can make stick to Solt. We'll need everything we can get to keep him in custody once we have him.
"Drake, you and Ray work out a plan to follow him for the next week. We'll have a better chance of catching him if we've got someone on him at all times. Make it good." They nodded.
"Reconvene here in two hours to see what we've got."
They spent the afternoon working out the logistics, Gene moving from group to group to make sure he knew where everyone was at. By the time they met two hours later he already knew what everyone had to report.
"Ballistics on the three murders show the same weapon used for all. Walther P5." Chris held up a picture. "Pretty common, but informants have told us it's his weapon of choice. Seems to be fond of it. He'll probably have it on him wherever he goes."
Gene nodded. "Ray?"
"Got it worked out. Round the clock. No one sleeps for the next week."
"We'll all need to check out unmarked cars, working in teams of two." Alex stood up. "Ray has the assignments. Two officers per car, two cars per shift for minimal intrusion, but so everyone has backup available. Everyone see Ray before you leave today. Shifts start tonight." She looked at Gene. "We'll get him."
"Get to it, then." Gene pushed everyone off, walking over to Alex. "So when's our shift?" He took the schedule from her hands.
"You assume we're working this together, then?"
"Well if you've locked me in a car for 5 bloody hours with Chris I may never forgive you." He looked at her.
She smiled. "Nope. You got me. We start at 7 am tomorrow. I've got the details, and no Quattro." She emphasized the last part.
"Oh why not," he grumbled.
"Because we do not want to be noticed, Gene."
"Well, then make sure whatever we get can drive fast enough to catch something."
Alex walked around her desk to get her jacket. "Want to get some dinner?"
He nodded. "Yeah, OK. But I made an appointment fer us. 5:30. Hope you don't mind."
"Appointment for what?" She was surprised he didn't ask her before making plans.
"Fer, um, to see some flats. Izzat OK?" He said it quietly, so no one else could hear him.
Her stomach flipped over. Neither of them had mentioned living together since Gene had asked her yesterday. She wasn't sure what the next step should be and she didn't know if Gene wanted to be in charge of this or if he wanted her to take it on.
"Yeah, it's OK." She shrugged.
They walked together out to the Quattro, saying their goodnights along the way.
"Where are we going?" Alex asked as he pulled into the street.
"Well, I found an estate agent didn't make me want to smack 'im in the gob, so I thought we could start there. Said 'e'd have a few places we might like."
"What did you tell him we were looking for?" Alex didn't even know. Where should they live? Where would Gene want to live? Maybe they should have talked about it a bit before.
"I told 'im we both worked for The Met, so he couldn't get too out of control, but it could be somewhere nice, not too far away I hope. Parking."
She nodded. "OK."
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"I picked out a few places that seem to meet with your instructions, Mr. Hunt." They were sitting across from the estate agent, Mr. Binns. He had a stack of photographs to his right. "Are you interested in renting a house, or just a flat?"
They answered together.
"I reckon we'd want a house."
"Just a flat, I imagine."
Gene looked at Alex, brow furrowed. "Thought you'd want a house?"
"Thought you wouldn't." She gave him a confused look.
"Uh, OK. What about a garden?" Binns tried again.
"Yes."
"It's not necessary."
They looked at each other again.
"You don't want a garden?" Gene asked.
"Do you garden, Gene?" She really didn't know.
"I like to sit in one now and then." He was getting confused. "Get a bit of fresh air."
Alex turned to Mr. Binns. "I'm sorry. We hadn't really had a chance to talk about what we might be looking for. Do you have some photographs we could look through, see what strikes us? Then maybe we'd have a better idea of what to tell you."
Gene cleared his throat, leaning forward in his chair. "Yeah, that sounds good."
Mr. Binns nodded. "How about if I leave these here with you. I can come back in a half hour." He stood. "Would either of you like some tea? I can have my assistant bring it in."
Alex nodded. "That would be lovely, thank you."
Mr. Binns left as Alex pulled the stack towards her.
"Do you really want a house, Gene?" She was surprised.
"Well, yeah, kind of. House feels less temporary." He shifted uncomfortably in his chair.
"It is a commitment," she said idly, looking through the photos.
"Right. A commitment. Isn't that what this is?" She looked up, his eyes were searching hers. "A commitment?"
Shit. "Oh my God, Gene! Of course! I am committed to you. Very much." She grabbed his hand, eyes searching back at his. "It's only – the idea of a house. It can be so much to take care of, and we work so much. That's all I meant."
The assistant came in with tea, setting it on the table with milk and sugar. Alex thanked her as she left.
"OK." He leaned forward, relaxing a little. "Just, don't dismiss it outright, OK?"
She nodded. "OK."
They looked through the photos together, each pulling out a few they thought fitted their needs, then going through them together.
"This is nice," he handed her a photo of a two story home, with a basement kitchen.
"It's in Islington Gene. Do you want to live in Islington?" She looked at him.
He scowled, taking back the photo. "Well, maybe. It depends." He looked at it again, Alex watching him. "Let's keep it in case. What've you got?"
She handed him her stack.
Gene went through them. "This looks like where I bloody live now! Why would you want to live in a bloody brick box?"
This went on for some time until they decided on four places they could agree to look at. They made an appointment with Mr. Binns for the weekend, and left.
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They sat at Luigi's bar, waiting for dinner. Gene downing whiskey like it was water.
"Maybe you should slow down, Gene," Alex suggested. "Be right back."
"Everything OK Mr. Hunt?" Luigi refilled his glass.
"Yeah, yeah. Everything's OK." He took a sip. "The lady Inspector and I have decided to move in together."
Luigi swallowed. "Move in? Together? Not upstairs, it's too small." He looked panicked.
"No, no, not upstairs. But we can't seem to agree on where we should live."
Luigi took a deep breath. "May I make a suggestion, Mr. Hunt."
Gene shrugged. "Why not?"
"Maybe you and the Seniorina should consider something, not so close to your neighbours."
Gene looked at him, not understanding.
"Well, the two of you, you can be a little, how do you say? Loud?"
Gene had just filled his mouth with whiskey which he promptly spit out. He was still choking back laughter when Alex returned from the ladies room.
"What's so funny?" Alex sat on her barstool.
Gene repeated what Luigi had told him.
"Oh bloody hell." Alex covered her face with her hands as Gene continued to giggle.
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They were both a little drunk by the time they made their way upstairs and Alex tripped over a chair walking through the kitchen.
"D'you imagine that's what Luigi meant, when he said we were loud?" she asked, picking the chair up.
Gene shook his head, pulling Alex's jacket off her. "I think this is what he meant" He kissed her drunkenly, putting his arms around her. She screamed when he lifted her off the floor.
"Come on," he carried her to the bedroom, Alex squealing all the way.
They peeled each other's clothes off slowly, too drunk to do it quickly, finally crawling into bed together naked, sweaty and drunk. Alex wriggled close, pushing her bare breasts against Gene's chest.
"'M drunk, 'lex" his eyes were half closed.
"Never stopped you before," she nipped at his chin. She was drunk too, but not quite as bad as Gene, having skipped the four whiskeys. "I have total confidence in you" she whispered, her hand reaching lower, stroking his already full erection. "See?"
"Oh 'm ready. Jus' can't stay awake." He mumbled, half snoring.
"Fine, I'll do it, then." Alex wriggled lower, nipping him lightly along the way. She wasn't even sure he noticed. Finding her target, she ran her tongue over the sensitive flesh at the head of his cock, sucking it into her mouth. Gene moaned, and she knew he couldn't be completely asleep. Alex found herself hanging uncomfortably off the bed and she swung herself around, settling her feet on the pillow, as she took him into her mouth again.
She sucked and swirled, pulling him into her mouth, working slowly, not in any hurry. Her fingers played with the tight flesh of his balls as Gene grunted lightly, hips jerking towards her. He whimpered when she released his cock, jerking when her tongue teased his balls. With Gene's cock in her mouth Alex was growing more aroused, and sucking him again deep into her mouth, she reached a hand toward her aching clit, desperate for some relief of her own. She swirled one finger around, rhythmically, the same motion she used with her tongue on Gene's own tight flesh. Again, again, again, then Alex felt Gene's hand push hers away, his mouth descending onto her clit, his tongue picking up the rhythm. She felt, rather than heard the moans coming from him as she sucked the head of his cock, squeezing at the base with her hand.
Gene slid one arm around her leg, fingers thrusting deep into her wet center, tongue never stopping its slow progression. Kissing , sucking, licking each other for what seemed an eternity, Alex felt Gene throb against her tongue, coming slowly into her mouth as he groaned into her center. Shuddering as she climaxed, Gene eagerly sunk his tongue into her as she spilled over.
They both dozed where they lay, exhaustion and alcohol having taken over. Gene woke briefly, tugging Alex's arm until she rejoined him on the pillows. He pulled her back against him, her arms covering his.
"That seemed quiet enough, d'you reckon?" he murmured into her ear.
"Mmm, yeah. Quiet." She wriggled back against him. "Gene?"
"Hmmm?" He was almost asleep.
"We have to be up in three hours."
"Bugger."
