Hey, I'm back, first of all I'm really sorry for the delay, cannot believe it has been *coughs* 4 months.

I'd just like to thank everyone who's still reading and sticking with it.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything; except my own characters, and even them I've named after real people. Lol

Still un-beta'd so mistakes are all mine, and I've changed the rating due to the amount of swearing.

'So it's definitely them?' Chris innocently asked, to which he received looks from Ray and Ste that showed what they were thinking - are you really that thick?

'Yeah, it has to be the bloke at the bar last night. Come to think of it, I'm sure it's him that works at the mechanics as well.'

'What? You had a visual of the supposed suspect and you didn't inform us!' Alex suddenly raged

'Well I wasn't completely sure it was him.' Vicky defended

'I don't care! You should have informed one of us! If you had, then we could have put him under surveillance; Gene wouldn't be missing and we wouldn't have a race against time to save him!' Alex prodded Vicky hard in the chest to emphasise her point. By now she was red in the face and almost frothing at the mouth

The psychologist within her was telling her that she was using Vicky as a scapegoat for her feelings, but her anger was drowning it out.

She had already stabbed Vicky with a knife of emotional blackmail and was about to twist the blade in deeper, when Ste stepped in front of Vicky, blocking her from Alex's view.

'Ma'am, no offense, but taking it all out on Vicky is not helping in getting the guv back is it?'

Alex turned her attention to Ste now, she had calmed down a bit but she was still raging.

'Fine!' she snapped 'You can stay here and find out everything she knows!'

And with that, Alex stormed out the house and threw herself into the car. Ray turned to Chris; he raised his eyebrows and took a deep breath, he then blew it out through his puffed cheeks. Trying to convey to him what he was thinking, before following Alex out. Chris frowned at Ray's back before walking towards the door and turning towards Shaz expectantly. He watched as she walked towards Vicky and sympathetically rubbed her arm, and then walked towards him without speaking a word. He placed his arm around her waist and together they walked out, leaving the two brummies feeling like they were not accepted in the Fenchurch family.

Gene was jolted awake by a bucket full of ice cold water being thrown over him, drenching him head to toe.

'What the fuck?' Gene shouted, angrily scanning the partially lit room to find the culprit.

'Oh, I'm sorry was you asleep?' came a sneering female voice from somewhere to the side of him.

'Is the fucker awake?' came the male voice in the distance accompanied by approaching footsteps.

'Yeah, he is.' The woman snorted.

Gene could hear the footsteps getting closer and then the crunch of dirt and debris as he stopped walking.

'Well then, lets get a better look at him.' He said as he switched the light on; enabling Gene to see both his captors and his surroundings properly for the first time since he was brought there. The man, stood in the door way, took his hand off the light switch and walked towards them. He was the same height and build as Gene, but that was where the similarity between the two ended. Where Gene took some form of care into his appearance, his male captor took none. He was very scruffy looking, wearing an old and ill-fitting rugby shirt with oil stained jeans. His brown hair was short and greasy and had more gaps in his gums then teeth.

Gene then turned to the female; from what Gene could see of her skin, was that it was leathery and plastered with make up; she also had a lack of youthfulness about her. She was also stick thin and had the distinctive dress sense of a prostitute – and not the good ones either!

He now looked around the room, flicking his wet hair out of his face at the same time. The only word he could use to describe it was grey. The walls were made of thick concrete and there was the tiniest of windows that was closer to the ceiling then the floor, meaning only one way of escape. Everything was covered in a thick layer of dust, if he wiped his legs across the floor he'd be able to see where it had been, like when people make snow angels.

Gene tried to stand up; he eventually managed it on his third try. He had to maneuver his arms so that they were now in front of him, careful of the painful cut on his palm, all the time ignoring their taunts and laughter. He'd be dammed if he was to let them think that they were superior to him because of his submissive position on the floor. Bolly and her damn pshycobollocks strike again.

'Where am I?' Gene growled, leaning as close to them as his arms would allow.

'Now, now Mr. Drake, can I call you Gene by the way?' when Gene didn't answer, he continued. 'Like we'd be silly enough to tell you, Gene.' He smirked 'Lets just say you're somewhere you wont likely be found.'

You obviously haven't met Bolly then Gene inwardly threatened.

'So I'm in your cellar then?' Gene spoke, a triumphant smile plastered on his face. So bloody predictable scum are!

'Do we look like idiots?' the man snapped.

'Well now that you mention it...' Gene trailed off, he noticed how the man masked his emotions pretty quickly and easily; but as soon as he spoke, he noticed the woman shooting her partner in crime worried glances as she nervously chewed her fingernails.

Gene smirked gotcha!

The man took a deep breath, flaring his nostrils in the process, and started to storm out of the room. The girl almost had to break out into a run to keep up with him.

'Barry! Wait!' she shouted. It had the desired effect as Barry stopped instantly and spun on his heel to face her, fury written all over his face.

'Well done, you stupid bitch!' he snapped sarcastically, the look of confusion on her face made him continue. 'He knows my name now!' He watched her as she drew her hands to her mouth, as if the action would somehow bring the words back into her mouth and make them be unsaid. He just shook his head exasperatedly and motioned for her to leave the room first, as he followed her out he could hear Gene's taunting voice behind him.

'See you later, Barry.' Gene was almost giddy with excitement. Almost. He definitely had an upper hand, knowing how to push Barry's buttons, but it just wasn't enough to get him out of his predicament. He watched as Barry walked out of the room and slammed the door so hard that it rebounded towards him and left a gap about an inch wide, nevertheless it was big enough to allow their voices to float back through to Gene and enable him to hear what they were talking about just outside the door. He sat back down, it was going to be a long time before he'd get out of here. Hopefully.

'Oh Barry, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to do it but it just did and-'

'Shut it Pam! Let me think!' he snapped. So it's Barry and Pam then is it? Gene made a mental note of their names and continued to listen carefully.

'He knows where he is.' Pam reminded him

'Yes, thank you. I know.' He was really getting agitated now, and Gene chuckled as to what his face might look like on the other side of the door. There was a long pause, and Gene assumed it was because they were both trying to think up a plan.

'We're gonna have to move him.' Barry finally spoke up

'When? Where to?' Pam fired off the questions, not allowing him a word in to explain.

'Y'know; if you weren't my sister, I'd have probably killed you by now.' Gene reeled from this new piece of information but kept silent in case they heard him.

'Tomorrow' he continued. 'we'll move him tomorrow. I've got a place in mind but you'll have to check it out before we do anything.'

'Why?' god she was even annoying Gene now!

'Because, you stupid bitch, it could be occupied or demolished or something. Ok?' Gene guessed that she must have nodded.

'Good, I'll give you the address in the morning. Now come on, we've gotta eat.'

Gene breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that opportunity had come knocking and who was he not to answer?