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Gene sat in his office, his feet up on his desk, a cigarette dying in the ash tray and a whiskey glass in his hand. He was alone, the rest of his team had gone home for the night. Team, not really his team anymore. There was just a selection of officers who all looked and spoke alike. No Ray, no Chris and no Shaz. No Bolly, Alex. He missed all of them but her the most for obvious reasons.

He remembered the times she'd walk into his office late at night and remind him to go home. As much as he had pretended not to she was the person he cared about the most.

"Guv..."

He could almost hear her voice.

"Gene."

Looking up it was as though he'd seen a ghost. How much had he had to drink? Not enough for him to start imagining things surely?

No. She was really there. Black jeans, jumper and long coat that went to her knees. Same old Alex.

"What are you doing here, Alex?" His stoic voice could make people tremble but not her she didn't even flinch. "I thought I told you to go?"

"You did." She walked into his office shutting the door behind her leaning her back against it. "But when did I ever really listen to you."

He pressed his lips together before getting another glass and pouring her a drink. He got up from his desk and stood directly in front of her, putting the glass in her hand. "Nelson told you then?"

She nodded. "Yeah."

"Why did you come back?"

"I had to."

"Why?"

"You know why." She looked at the ground.

"Missed the Gene Genie did you bolly kecks?"

She laughed slightly, she missed being called Bolly. "Of cause I did."

"You'll make me blush Drake."

"Then you'll turn bright red when the others turn up." She sipped the whiskey slowly, it warmed the back of her throat. "How've you been?"

"Bored." He admitted. "Everyone is the same round here, all know squat about policing."

She tried not to smile, her front teeth cutting into her lip.

"What?" He questioned seeing her reaction.

"That was jut a very you thing to say."

"I still am me Bolls."

"Any new recruits yet?"

"No." He shook his head. "There was, but he left pretty sharpish."

"Have you been lonely, Hunt?" She raised an eyebrow.

He scratched the back of his neck. "Bit."

"The Manc Lion lonely."

"I missed you Bolls."

"Really?"

"Yes. I missed you annoying me everyday and driving me up the bloody wall."

She put her glass down on the filing cabinet. "Why did you make me leave when you knew I could come back?"

He sighed. "Because I had to Bolly, I had to give you the choice."

"You must've known I would comeback."

"Why would I have known that?"

She looked at him, her green eyes bright against her pale complexion. She didn't know what to say to him, but she didn't need to say anything.

He put his hand to her face. "I don't know what to say Bolly..."

"Say nothing." She put her hands on his chest and gently pressed her lips to his.