Thank you again for the reviews, alerts etc, they really do mean a lot! :) Had some writer's block with this chapter but hopefully it's okay haha! Hope you enjoy, Gracie xx
The Quattro screeched up the roads, making it's way out of the tight London roads and out into the more rural areas.
"Turn right here Guv." Alex directed from the map. Gene spun the car round the corner. Alex rolled her eye's at his over-dramatic turn. "Did you really need to do that?"
"Yes, Bolly. I did." Gene replied simply. Alex shook her head and turned back to the map.
It wasn't long before they approached the address of Smith's second home. It was a rather large Victorian-style house, with landscaped gardens and exquisite features.
"Er.. Guv.. are we sure this is his place?" Ray stared out of the window at the house, his mouth dropped open.
"Bloody b*****d is more of a b*****d than we thought." Gene murmured angrily.
"Why? Because he's in fact rich? Richer than you, Gene?" Alex enquired.
"No, because I doubt the way he got the money to buy this pile of posh poofter bricks is bloody legal." Gene snapped back, glaring at the house in front of them. Alex widened her eyes. "Right, let's get the b*****d." Gene revved the Quattro up and pulled up in front of the house, spinning the car into position. He got out, brandishing a gun from his pocket. Ray and Chris followed suit, yet Alex casually got out of the car from the other side and walked up to the front door, ringing the bell.
"Draw attention to the fact you're armed coppers and he will run. Enter calmly and casually and he may just cooperate." Alex looked back at them all.
"And, Bolly, when did I say you could give orders?" Gene barked, still holding his gun as if on the set of James Bond.
"You didn't." Alex replied.
"Correct." Gene flashed a smile. "Guns down boys." He added. Alex smiled gently, exchanging her smile with Gene quickly. The team then heard footsteps on the outside of the door.
"Who is it?" The man asked. They recognised the voice of Thomas Smith.
"My name's Peter Lawrence. I'm here to discuss... some plans." Gene wavered, attempting to disguise his noticeable voice. The team could hear Smith hesitating on the other side of the door, yet to their relief they then heard the door being unlocked. It swung open, revealing their wanted man. "God you're a bit thick mate aren't you, I didn't think that would work. I was quite looking forward to kicking the door down." Gene laughed as the team brandished their guns, pointing them at Smith, who was grimacing in annoyance. Ray and Chris quickly cuffed him, before throwing him down onto a chair.
"Right, Thomas. Can you tell us where Michael Sampson is, please?" Alex asked him. The man stared up at her blankly.
"And can you also tell us why the hell you live like a rotting tramp in London but are living it up like a rich poofter here?" Gene advanced on him angrily.
"Gene-" Alex put her hand out to stop him. This time Gene took note of the fact she wanted him to stop, and retreated.
"Ha. Wouldn't you like to know." Thomas laughed bitterly.
"Yes, we would really. Probably why we asked." Gene thinned his eyes. Alex took a deep breath.
"EC3M4AJ." Smith said, looking down at the ground.
"What?" Gene spat.
"You heard what I said."
"Yes, I did. I just didn't know what it bloody meant!" Gene retorted angrily.
"Guv.. EC3M.. It's the Fenchurch postcode." Alex triggered. Gene looked at Alex, clearly puzzled. They stood there in silence as they heard cars turn up outside. Ray ran out, gun raised. He came back a few seconds later with his gun down and cheeks slightly blushed.
"Er... it's just the backup.." Ray murmured. Gene nodded.
"Right, back into the Quattro." Gene rolled his eyes. "Uniform can deal with this piece of scum." He gave Smith a kick in the shin before turning and walking outside, promptly followed by Alex, Ray and Chris.
The Quattro sped out of the driveway, Gene already driving way past the speed limit. The team braced themselves as they sped out onto the main roads back towards the centre of London.
"So why did that thug talk about a garage in Soho?" Chris wondered aloud.
"I don't think they had anything to do with it after taking 'im there. Smith must have thought it would be safer if he took Michael to a location only he knows about. B*****d." Gene replied roughly. Chris raised his eyebrows in acknowledgment, sitting back in his seat.
Half an hour later they sped around into Fenchurch Street.
"I can't believe we've been searching for this man for days and he was practically only yards away!" Alex exclaimed with a hint of annoyance in her voice. Gene slowed the Quattro down until they were inching their way along the street. "He could be anywhere" Alex said quietly as she looked out the window at the various buildings.
"Well we better get looking then!" Gene stopped the car and got out, followed promptly by his colleagues. He then brought out his radio. "Shaz, get some backup officers down here will you, we'll be 'ere until even Chris grows a beard otherwise." He barked.
"Yes Guv" Came Shaz's reply. Gene nodded once and turned round to his team, who were all gazing round at the buildings in the street, trying to figure out which one this man may be in.
"This is ridiculous Guv, we can't go barging into every building in the street." Alex looked at him, frowning gently.
"Bolly we're coppers. That's exactly what we can do." Gene replied, taking out his gun. Alex rolled her eyes at him.
"Can't I just go back and talk to him? He might give us more information - he was happy enough to give us the postcode for here!"
"He was happy to give us this postcode because he knew we'd have a bloody hard time trying to find him with all these buildings! He wasn't being nice Alex, he was being a cheeky b*****d." Gene replied gruffly. Alex sighed, looking up at the building in front of us.
"Well... we've got to think where he would put him. If I was Smith I'd want to find a place that's away from the hustle and bustle of everything else... so certainly not in the centre of the street. I can't imagine the place will be very nice.. and if it's a flat it will most likely be at the top, as far away as possible from other people." Alex explained. For once, Gene didn't criticize her physcological techniques.
"Okay, Ray, Chris - you two down that end of the street. Kick down any doors that don't open and force answers out of anyone who doesn't speak."
"Onto it Guv" Ray and Chris said at the same time, making their way down the street.
"And we, Bolly, shall begin at this end of the street." Gene pointed with the handle of his gun towards the first building on the end of the street.
Half an hour had passed, and the team were nowhere closer to finding Michael Sampson. The backup officers were beginning to arrive.
"About bloody time too." Gene muttered as they left another building. The new officers began spreading out along the street. The team had now cornered the street off, preventing anybody from getting in or out.
"Guv." Ray and Chris came walking towards Gene and Alex, along with a woman, probably in her mid forties. Gene looked up at them, waiting for them to speak. "This lady here says the flat above hers has been boarded off for the past week, she hasn't seen anyone go in or out for ages." Ray explained. Gene nodded.
"Bolly." He beckoned for her to follow, and the team made their way to the building, the woman leading them. The block of flats was quite plain, it was nothing impressive and clearly wasn't maintained as well as it should be. They made their way up the stairway until the lady directed them towards the flat in question. She then glanced at them, made a face, and turned round, heading back downstairs. Gene took a deep breath before trying to break the door down with his boot. It didn't budge. He then attempted to run at it with his shoulder, yet to no prevail.
"Gene, stop.." Alex moved closer to him as he again tried to break through the door. Ray and Chris exchanged raised eyebrows. Gene sighed deeply and turned to her.
"Do you have any good ideas on how to get in then Bollyknickers?" He asked gruffly. Alex shook her head gently. "Right then, lemme break this thing down." Alex rolled her eyes. Gene then directed Chris and Ray to have a go. They obliged and began trying to ram it down.
"Hello?" A voice from inside came calling out. "Who's there?" It asked.
"DCI Gene Hunt, Metropolitan Police, come to save your arse mate!" Gene shouted back. Then, suddenly, the door burst open, sending pieces of wood, nail and plaster everywhere.
"S**t." The team said in unison as they saw the state of the captive.