Hey, not too sure about the start of this chapter but no matter and sorry about the delay. I've decided that the next few chapters shall be snapshots, mainly because I doubt I'll have enough 'creative juices' to do each and every single day. Care to review? I'll love you muchly.

Pulling onto the drive of the house, Vicky was impressed. It had a small front garden, consisting of a few bushes and an over hanging tree surrounded by green grass, the house was made of a beautiful Victorian red brick and had big bay windows, that allowed lots of sunlight in.

Walking into the house, Vicky became speechless. There was a large living room; an open plan kitchen/dining room, which led out to a large garden and a decent sized downstairs bathroom. Upstairs there were two bedrooms; one was a large master bedroom with an ensuite and the other was a smaller, but still spacious, double room. Each room was fully furnished, making the house look less like a family home and more like a show home.

'This place is amazing!' Vicky exclaimed

'A house is just a house Vic.'

If Vicky noticed Gene shortening her name, she didn't mention anything. She ran upstairs and placed her bags in the smaller bedroom, taking her time to examine her room.

Meanwhile, Gene was rummaging around in the cupboards, seeing if there was something that he could consume. When he finished searching and couldn't find anything, he went and sat down in the living room and took out his hip flask to swig from whilst he waited for Vicky to come back downstairs.

If he listened carefully, he could hear her looking in every nook and cranny in her room. Typical bloody woman, needing to bloody well know the ins and outs of a duck's arsehole.

Vicky came bounding down the stairs; satisfied with what she found in her bedroom, she joined Gene on the sofa, feeling a tiny bit uncomfortable and nervous at having to sit in such close proximity with a man she only knew for 2 days. Who also happened to be her senior officer. She scanned her eyes around the room and they landed on the television. She was about to lean over to reach for the remote on the table in front of them, when Gene spoke.

'There's no food.'

'Oh. Well it looks like we're going to have to go shopping then.'

Gene scoffed 'I don't do girly sissy shopping.'

'Well you have two choices. Either you can starve, or you can come with and get food.' She turned to face him and seeing his face, added 'look all you have to do is push the trolley and pay.' She smirked, she could tell that she was pushing it but they did need food if they were to do this.

'Fine, but if I am to come with then I'm only pushing the dam trolley and I'm going nowhere near the part where they have the ladies things.'

'Great' she grinned; she knew that from now on she'd totally be able to work him like she did her own dad. As she was getting up, she noticed what was on the floor by his feet. 'Is that all your stuff?' she asked pointing to the solitary bag.

He turned to look at it then nodded.

'You do realise that we could be here indefinitely don't you?' he nodded again 'well that's not going to be enough clothes, what are you going to do? Wash and wear daily? Oh no wait, you won't be doing anything as girly as that will you? You'll make me do it!'

He pouted and reached into his jacket for a cigarette. 'Oh shut up! If it'll make you happy then I'll call someone to get me some. Happy now?'

'Very' she nodded as they left the house.

Hours later, when the kitchen was fully stocked up and the house felt more comforting; Vicky was sat in the armchair trying to ignore the noises emanating from the man next to her. It was Gene, he was sprawled out on the sofa fast asleep with the newspaper folded out on his stomach, and he was snoring. Loudly.

Vicky slammed her book closed; she'd have plenty of time to read it when she's not doing housework in the following god knows how long they would be here. She scanned the room for some inspiration as to what she could do. Nope, nothing. She couldn't exactly leave the house; she wouldn't know where to go. She sighed; if there was nothing else left to do, she might as well start on some housework. This is going to be a long operation.

Alex was bored, so very bored. She was sat at their table alone. It just wasn't the same. She couldn't go and talk to Shaz like she normally would because Shaz was sat over in the corner with Chris, and she definitely didn't feel like playing gooseberry. There was Ray and the rest of CID, but she would rather chew her own arm off then have to sit there and listen to one of his many stories about this 'bird' he pulled and what they did or didn't do. She was just getting up to leave, when Viv came over to her.

'Ah ma'am, the guv phoned me earlier. Said that Vicky was going on at him for having only one bag of clothes or something.' He handed her a piece of paper and a key 'fancy going?' he smirked knowingly as she almost snatched the key and paper from him and all but sprinted out of Luigi's.

Alex jumped in the first taxi that would stop and read the address on the piece of paper.

The taxi driver announced that they had arrived and Alex asked him to wait, she'd only be a few minutes.

She was surprised to find that Gene lived in a house, she saw him more of a flat man herself. Mind you, he's a lion and a lion does need a big enclosure. Even Manc lions.

She hastily put the key in the lock and opened the door. Walking into the front room she noticed that there were empty takeaway cartons and dirty glasses across the coffee table, she quickly picked them up and put them away in the kitchen. She then ran upstairs; hastily scanning every room she came across on the way to his room. On entering, she flung open his wardrobe and grabbed any clothes that she thought were suitable for his father role and threw them into two bags. She smiled at the thought of Gene Hunt having to be a daddy. He would have made a good dad, if he was given the chance. She then ran back downstairs; made sure the door was locked and then jumped into the waiting taxi. Giving him the address, she sat back and watched as his house disappeared from her sights.

Vicky had just finished the washing up when there was a knock at the door. She dried her hands and went to answer it, checking that Gene was asleep as she passed.

She opened the door to find a red faced and slightly out of breath Alex. She stepped aside to let her in and after closing the door turned to face her.

'Ma'am, what are you doing here?'

Alex lifted up the bags in answer and handed them over to Vicky. As Vicky ran upstairs to place them in Gene's room, Alex walked over towards the snoring man on the sofa and sat on the arm taking immense pleasure in seeing him so carefree. Her hand itched to sweep the hair from out of his eyes, and was just reaching down to do so when she noticed a bright blue eye was watching her every move.

'Bolls what the hell do you think you're playing at?'

Alex moved to the other end of the room in a heartbeat. How could she not notice that he had stopped snoring?

'I err I bought you some more clothes'

'You went into my house?' he growled

'Well yeah. I had to.'

'Did you look through my underwear whilst you were at it?'

'No' she scoffed hoping that she wasn't giving herself away by blushing

'Shame, meant I got an excuse to look at yours then.' He pouted and sat up, giving Alex the smallest glimpse of his chest.

'Well I err best be going got a lot to do tomorrow.'

'It's Saturday tomorrow, what the hell could you be doing?'

'I err stuff.' She awkwardly came up with before rushing out the house and heading back to her flat.

Vicky came down the stairs to find Gene giving a confused glance at the front door.

'That's a front door, it allows us to get into the house but keep unwanted people out.' She sarcastically remarked, to which she received a glare from Gene for her trouble.

'Right' he clapped his hands 'I'm hungry, what are gonna cook up for me?' he watched with a smirk on his face as she muttered under her breath whilst walking towards the kitchen. I could get used to this he gloated.