It begins
After reading the section of Frank Morgan, Alex was in a state! She was pale and shaking. She scooped up the offending book and tossed it in a sack. She got fully dressed and took off back to the PD. With the small pouch slung over her shoulder, Alex stormed into CID. Gene Hunt glared at her in shock, seeing her barge in, pale and loosing composure fast. He hurried and brought her into his office.
"I know about it all, Gene." Her voice sounded weak as she collapsed into one of the chairs.
"About what?"
"The whole fiasco with Ray," With this charged statement; Alex tore the book from the pouch and lobbed in onto Gene's desk. A moment or two passed before Gene seemed to realize that the small book Alex pretty much threw at him was that very same one he'd shoved into the filing cabinet! To make sure, he opened the drawer to see the book was gone. He stood behind his desk, leaning forward and putting his hands on the desktop. Alex winced, even before Gene started the row, because she knew in gene Hunt that was a very bad stance indeed!
"How could you," He thundered at Alex. He looked absolutely livid. "I put that away, it was personal! And you stole it!" Alex sat back in the chair, ashamed. Gene was right; there was no excusing what she did.
"Gene, not reading the book won't change the fact that it came to you because she is in trouble!" She could at least argue his stubbornness in refusing to see that this girl, Sara, was in some deep guano this time. "And could you at least find out what the sister city of Hyde is? Frank might be going there right now!"
"Don't you think I know," He retorted. He was now pacing behind his desk. She was reminded of this episode of this show, Homicide: Life on the street. This guy, Giardello, was his last name had a temper on him and she remembered seeing 'G' getting steamed and when he was in his office alone, he flipped his whole desk over on itself! She tensed, waiting for something like that from Gene. The last couple of days he'd been worried about Frank, Sara, and Ray, and seemed to go off about everything! He sat down, in his chair, defeated. "I don't know what to do, Drake. Frank hasn't been seen for years after all what he did-"
"Gene, please read the rest of the book, let us understand what he could do now." Alex begged him, and she hated begging!
"How much have you read?" he asked, thumbing through the book.
"Up till the entry of Frank and the shirt." She could hear Gene call Frank scathing words under his breath, but kept silent. "It begins," he incanted the title of the next entry.
I appeared outside the pub almost right after the last time
I left. I go back in.
(Gene looked taken back by this, however by now, Alex already got over the freaky attributes of Sara.)
"Um, hey guys," I shyly stated, getting their attention.
"Is there anything I can do to help?"
"You really want to help?" Gene asked, almost sounding
Disbelieving.
"Why, yes,"
"Then fine," Gene conceded with an air of finality, "You
Can go to the PD and tell Phyllis everything that's happened
Between Frank, Ray, and the others." I sort of made a grimace.
""Sara," Sam spoke.
"Yes, that's ok." I spoke.
"Great, let's go. I'll use my car." Gene said as he strode to the
Front door.
"I'll come with," I blurted out. Everyone stared at me. "I meant
I will do this to help." I really did not mean to use BTVS slang
In front of them! I followed Gene out of the pub, and then I popped
Out of it by accident!
After Gene got done speaking the entry in a calm, collective tone, he grinned, shaking his head. 'What the heck does 'Popping out of it mean'?"
"You don't know the half of it," Alex confided just that much to Gene, garnering a look of alarm.
"What do you mean?"
"I'm sure that the rest of them, as we get through them later, will explain it all." Alex replied, feeling slimy for cheating Gene out of a direct explanation.
"Fine, It's time for us to go home anyway." He gave the book to Alex. "Don't read it, I want us to read it together and I don't trust myself to hold onto it."
Alex understood as she took the journal from Gene, who now at this very moment, was looking vulnerable.