This was originally a one-shot but after many sleepless nights due to my insomnia I found that this story had more potential than many of my others. Also I was feeling the strain of A2A withdrawal, so thus the second chapter was born.
Disclaimer: As always, nothing belongs to me. A-D
Chapter Two: "This is NOT your office…!"
The investigation that followed the news of the hostage situation was a brilliantly planned as the invention of the chocolate fireguard. Acting DCI Marks was definitely not the most intelligent of the CID department, and was indeed so bad at his job that even Ray and Chris told him his plan was "Utter bollocks."
Even after many gentle pushings by their temporary DCI, CID still refused him the respectful and loyal "Guv". Alex hardly acknowledged his presence unless they were discussing police business, and it was starting that other officers seemed to be taking the orders from the "Boss" before that of her superior officer and Marks was not going to stand for it for much longer.
"Drake," he called, "A word. My…err this office. Now."
She swayed her way over to the office ignoring the smirk that was on Ray's face, and slamming the door behind her. Alex had no respect for the man who sat in Gene's seat and made no attempt to hide it as she turned to him.
"Yes?" she asked roughly.
"DI Drake, I am a superior officer," he said in clipped tones.
"What is it you want," she paused for a second loner than was respectful before adding, "sir."
"Well other than your wilful disrespectful for me as your senior officer, and using the members of my team for your fanciful errands-"
Alex cut across him with such a force that it was almost a physical presence, "Well, I wouldn't have to send the others out if you were doing your job properly."
"I beg your pardon!" Marks exclaimed, "I think you will find that the first day of investigation is always the hardest, DI Drake, and I would have your support for my plans."
"You see I would … sir," she replied, "if I didn't think your plans were flawed, callous and completely wrong."
"Well, erm, yes," he answered, "as much as I would love to discuss any plan ideas you have, now is really not the-"
"You really are a spineless bastard, aren't you?" she said, quietly, relishing the opportunity to tell him exactly how she felt.
"Drake. I will not be spoken to like that!" Marks almost shouted.
"I will talk to you however I like."
"Then I will take you off the case and see that you are suspending for verbal assault of a senior officer."
"Then I shall see you suspended and under investigation for the physical assault of a fellow officer," Alex said. Marks face went white and his eyes widened, and she knew that she had won. "Well if that is all?" and she moved to leave the office. She had managed to open the door when he finally found his voice.
"No, Drake that is not all," Marks said.
"What is it now?" she exclaimed, in a bored tone.
"This," he said, placing the offending item on the desk as quickly as possible. "I take it they are yours."
"Yes," she replied dangerously, "what were you doing in the second drawer of the desk?"
"This is my office and I can-"
"This is NOT your office, and you and no right to go through any of the drawers," she shouted, "and anyway they were locked!"
"This is MY office Drake and once you learn to see that the better it will be for everyone," he replied, in an equally loud tone, "and for your information this drawer was not locked. The big question is why is your underwear, in my office?!?"
"It is NOT YOUR office," Alex shouted, "and the sooner that you remember that the better it will be for you, acting DCI Marks!"
"And your underwear?" he replied smugly.
"I am sure that DCI Jackson told you that this is my fiancé's office, of course my clothes are in here!"
"Yes," he said, in his smug little tone, "but surely that insinuates that things happen in this department that should not."
"Of course," Alex answered, sarcasm laced in every word, "Gene and I often shagged at work, especially on that chair because of our pent up sexual tension! For fuck's sake, Marks use your brain!"
"Your underwear is decisive proof that these liaisons occurred," he continued as if she hadn't spoken.
"If you had bothered to check, you would have noticed that they are a clean pair," she spat, not even caring about her own embarrassment.
Marks went an amazing shade of purple before saying, "Well I think that it would be proof to a lot of people that things occurred if you need your DCI to have clean underwear."
Alex wanted nothing more than to wipe that smug little smirk off Marks' face. "And I think that you will find that I have a least four people you know that after a certain incident in which a few officers, myself included, were doused to at least waist height in some very dirty water, we all decided that extra clothes at work would be better."
"But that still does not account for why your underwear is in my desk and not in your locker."
"My locker was broken into a few weeks ago, and so I shared with Gene. Lockers, as you should well know are not meant for two people's clothes. My knickers and his shirts are kept in his desk."
Alex knew that this wasn't completely accurate, but she did know that she would have a least half a dozen officers to back up her story if she wanted them to. Marks knew this too and understood that he has lost this battle.
"Can I have my knickers then?" she asked, a slight smile on her face now, just as his had disappeared.
"Yes, get out of this office, now!" Marks nearly shouted, knowing that the longer she stayed the bigger his humiliation would be.
Picking up her knickers off the desk and putting them in her pocket she left the office, a large satisfied grin edging its way onto her face.
When she had closed the office door behind her, she realised that there was complete and utter silence in the room. Shaz gave her a smile, Chris a thumbs-up while Ray said, "That was abso-fucking-lutely brilliant Boss. If not exactly true."
Alex turned red and remembered that the door hadn't been shut for the whole conversation, they had all heard about her knickers tirade. "Thanks Ray, everybody," she answered shyly.
"What you shy for Boss, everyone knows that you and the Guv have shagged on that chair, more then once," Ray said in his usual subtle way.
"Oh really," Alex replied, embarrassment gone in the realisation that she and Gene had never been exactly secretive about their liaisons, "well then everybody would be wrong. Brilliant idea though, I'll remember that."
"But," spluttered Chris, while Ray looked shocked.
"Never the chair, boys, always the desk." Alex say down at her desk, thinking on how the team had become her family, and how much they all needed back their leader, especially her, as the room shook with raucous laughter.