Ok so here is the next chapter. Just to let you know, in the middle it gets a bit dark and there's a bit of swearing and violence. Enjoy.

Alex was woken by the sounds emanating from her front door; her bleary eyes looked at the clock and she had to blink many times to clear them.

6am! This had better be bloody good.

She got out of bed, put on her dressing gown and started walking towards the door, stretching and yawning as she went. She unlocked the door and pulled it open, not looking at who was stood there.

'Look Gen… oh hi Ray.' She cleared her throat to hide her embarrassment. 'What are you doing here?'

'So he's not here then?' he said edging his way through her door to look around her flat.

'Err excuse me,' she retorted whilst pushing him back into the corridor outside. 'I have no idea who 'he' is but 'he' most definitely isn't here.'

'Fuck!' he muttered whilst nervously taking out a cigarette and lighting it.

'Ray? What is it? What's going on?' she tightened her gown whilst she waited for his answer, she didn't want a repeat of last time and have Ray's eyes roaming all over her.

'It's the guv.' He paused and blew smoke out to the side of her. 'He's gone.'

'What do you mean gone?'

'Disappeared. Vanished.' He knocked on the doorframe. 'Guv, are you there? … Nope, he doesn't seem to be in Alex.' Sarcasm was dripping from his every word and right then, Alex could have hit him.

'Ray? ... Shut up with the sarcasm.'

'Sorry ma'am.'

'So where have you checked?'

'Erm, the pub; the takeaway where he was headed; CID, the mechanics, Luigi's and here. I can't think of anywhere else he could be.' He dragged his hand through his permed hair to calm his sense of unease.

'Riiight.' She nodded as slowly as she spoke. 'So what happened?'

'Well there was this bloke last night in the pub, and he was proper creepy like to Vicky. So the guv and Vicky left early, but she said that he went out for food and never came back.'

'And the 'bloke'?'

'He sat back down in his seat and didn't move for 45 minutes. When he did, we followed him, but he must've been onto us or something cus we lost him.'

Great, seems as though their surveillance skills haven't improved!

'Ok give me five minutes.' She closed the door and Ray waited nervously outside. He'd only just finished his cigarette when Alex walked through the door; dressed with her hair tied up and no make-up on. She led the way down the stairs and headed towards Gene and Vicky's house.

The guv was in trouble and Alex meant business.

Vicky was pacing the room and furiously chewing her nails. She couldn't deny it, she was scared. She'd written down every little feature of the man from the bar, it was them. It had to be. This meant that they only had a certain amount of time before Gene would end up on a mortuary table.

She was still pacing when Alex and Ray were invited into the house by Shaz, which then meant that Alex headed straight towards Vicky.

'Vicky.'

When she continued walking, Alex walked ahead and stood in front of her.

'Vicky!' She grabbed Vicky by the arms, to stop her crashing into her, and shook her. Vicky's eyes instantly became focused and recognition dawned on her face.

'So he's gone then, hasn't he?'

At this point Ray stepped forward.

'Yeah. Yeah he has.'

They descended into silence, until there was another knock at the door and Shaz once again opened the door, this time revealing Chris and Ste.

'We've looked all over, we can't find him ma'am.'

'Thanks Chris, Ste.' She sighed deeply. 'I think it's safe to assume that Gene Hunt has been abducted.'

Gene could feel one thing as he came into consciousness – pain. His head was stinging but the worst pain was the severe burning sensation that ran from his shoulders to the tips of his fingers.

He grunted and tried to move his arms from above his head, but found that they wouldn't move. He wrenched his eyes open to look at his arms. The pain he felt from opening them too quickly was washed away by the amount of adrenaline that was coursing through his veins at the sight that greeted him.

His wrists were bound together by a rusty chain which was locked on a random piece of pipe work that was on show. The tightness of the chain around his wrists was obvious by the deep purple colour of his hands.

He pulled himself up from his sitting position and manoeuvred himself so he was now facing the pipe. The burning had receded but he found it very difficult to hold the chain so he could try to escape. He gave up after a few minutes and leant his head against the wall, repressing his need for a cigarette, a scotch and the company of a certain woman. He was so engrossed in what he was doing that he only realised he wasn't alone when his feet were knocked from under him and he fell to the floor, almost yanking his arms out of his sockets at the same time. He looked up from where he was sprawled on the floor to see a man crouching over him holding a glistening piece of pipe. Gene sat up so he wasn't completely at the man's mercy.

'It's you! You prick let me out of here!'

He brought his face within inches of Gene's.

'Shut the fuck up! I saw you on Monday with that prick with a perm. Then again on Wednesday with that tart of yours. All the while your daughter is at home; cleaning, cooking and caring for you! It seems the only time you spend time with her is when you either have to or you want something doing! You use her! You are most definitely a poor excuse for a father and that is why we have no intention of letting you go!'

He threw the pipe away and stood up. Moving closer to Gene he then threw a punch at him, hitting him right on the cheekbone, and once he started he couldn't stop. Gene was being ferociously kicked an punched and had no way of fighting back, he was helpless and he hated himself for it. After a while, the kicks had stopped and the punches became weaker but he obviously wasn't finished there. He took out a knife from his back pocket and painstakingly slowly, lightly ran it up Gene's body; making sure that he placed it against his neck in a silent promise as to what would happen. He then continued to run the knife up his arm until he reached Gene's hand. He made a small incision on the palm of his hand and made a childlike chuckle when he saw small droplets of blood seep out.

Once the emotional and physical abuse had stopped, Gene could hear a woman's screeching laughter before he was knocked unconscious.

Vicky was sat on the sofa, lost in her thoughts, she knew the others were around and talking but she didn't take any notice. She couldn't bring herself to tell them because then that would mean that it was true.

The phone rang and she raced to get it.

'Hello?'

The only answer she received was heavy breathing.

'Err hello?'

'We have him.'

'What?' She looked up to see everyone watching her and once they caught sight of her reaction to the phone call, they all crowded round to listen.

'Your father. We have him.'

'Why are you doing this?'

'We're doing this for you darling. We're doing this for you, so you can be free and live your life how you want to.'

Before she had chance to answer, the phone line went dead. She put down the receiver and looked directly at Alex.

'It's them. The people we've all been after have the guv, and they are going to kill him.'