A/N: Apologies for involving Portsmouth not Plymouth. Writer's error! Lol But it is fiction after all! So on with the smut . . .

They managed to make it to the bedroom in record time. Gene felt the days stresses disappear and his appetite for a spot of Bolly growing. Alex too could feel his appetite for her; it was digging in to her hip while she was stood behind him.

"Wedding night practice again Gene? " Alex giggled.

"After the day I've had love were going to have a full blown dressed rehearsal."

She squealed as they fell on to the bed and heard him chuckle at her surprise as they fell.

He pulled her Pj's open in a flash and disregarded them on the floor, the advantage of catching her while relaxing, she was already half naked.

"That's not fair . . ." He ran a hand down her left side while kissing her neck. He was leering over her getting ready to pounce. ". . . You knew I was already naked under those." She took a deep intake as he ran his hand back up the inside of her thigh and found her ready for him already.

"I know means I'm in charge Bolly nothing you can do about it."

Oh yes there was.

In one swift move she knocked his right leg from under him and turned him over.

"Nothing?"

"Minx."

She dived in for a kiss and started to undo his belt, lifting his backside up so she could pull his trousers down she took his boxers straight with them.

"Dam woman, that's some fast moving."

"You think that's fast . . ." She cocked her thigh up and over him and straddling took him in straight away. He grabbed on to her hips at the sensation of it and let out a little grunt when she arched back.

"Fuck Alex, if I die now I'd be happy."

She somehow managed to gather enough thought to respond.

"Oh no you don't . . . Not till you have shown your fiancé what she would be missing."

-

Luckily it was a quiet Saturday morning when they finally woke, Gene woke to the smell of bacon and tea. He couldn't wait to have this every morning. Alex naked in his shirt with a brew and bacon butty, did it get better?

"Cheers love."

"You're welcome." She bent over and kissed him before picking up her muesli.

"So come on then what did we find out about our Favourite Super intendant last night?"

He grumbled.

"What? Come on I know its Saturday but still."

"I know it's just . . . "He put his butty down and slung it to one side.

"That bad?"

"Pretty shit." She looked at him with a puzzled face. This was it he was going to have to tell her, they had managed a week back together and now he was going to have to dump this on her.

"He brought in the Kevin Hales file."

"What for?"

"He wanted me to say he was showing suicidal tendencies." He looked down. Disappointed at what lay ahead in this conversation.

"Well that's not that bad even for Mac, still terrible but not for him . . . There's more isn't there?"

"I refused, he didn't like it. . . With any luck we will have the scumbag before any of this comes about, properly nothing."

"What?" She had put her breakfast down now, it was something serious. Gene looked like he did when he talked about home.

"He is transferring me to Portsmouth. 2 weeks."

"BASTARD!" Alex was fuming to say the least. How dare him just because he couldn't have Gene in his pocket! "But . . . 2 weeks?"

"I know I'm sorry love, he threatened it a few days ago but last night when I said no that was it. Bent bastard knows moving me away from you is bout one of the only ways he has left of getting me to do what the fuck he wants."

"Away from me?"

"Have you gone deaf all of a sudden Bolly?" He was getting a little angry with her now. She didn't seem to grasp that they were going to be split apart, that these past few months were for nothing only for Mac to fuck it up.

"No I heard." She placed her hand on his cheek. "What the hell makes you think I wouldn't be coming with you? I know I wouldn't be able to get in to your command but I'm sure there is a station somewhere down there that needs a female DI." She smiled at him to try and comfort him, his stern looks disappeared. It was working.

"You're fucking fantastic do you know that?"

"I have my moments." He cupped her face and pulled her to him.

"Now wasn't there mention of you attempting to buy a dress this weekend?"

Her eyes lit up and she remembered what they had been talking about last night.

"Go ring Shaz, I've got to go in office for a few hours, get all the paper work done on the Robin Elliot case and all those pissing students' statements to shift through."

"If you insist." He smacked her arse as she jumped off the bed.

"Make it something slutty." Gene winked at her and picked his butty back up. Fuck you Mac, he thought, my Mrs. is a bloody star.

He finished his breakfast and kissed her good bye as she left to meet Shaz as soon as the door went he dived for the phone.

"Hello directory enquires how may I help you."

"Yes love I want the number for St Katherine's Church London."

"I've got 5 listed."

Great stuff.

"Better take 'em all then hadn't I."

-

He rang around all the St Katherine's churches from work once he had got in. It had to be the last one on the pissing list. He found it though. He realised he didn't know what Alex's parents names were let alone their surname so going by Alex's description and his fantastic detective work he found the community church 3 miles outside of Fenchurch and had booked an appointment with the Vicar. Bloody hell it was getting serious.

"Ah Gene, in on a Saturday. Tying up loose ends before you leave us?"

Gene looked up and saw Mac smiling bitterly at him. Bastard. What he wouldn't give to just jump over his desk and beat the bent bugger to shit.

"Something like that."

"Have you told your fiancé about your promotion?"

"Not really a promotion is it. More of a fuck off."

"Now, now Gene I don't know what you mean."

"As a matter of fact 'Sir' yes I have told DI Drake of my move. Be expecting her transfer papers very, very soon." With that Gene looked down, dismissing Mac and picked up the files on his desk.

"Close the door on your way out won't you 'Sir'."

God that felt good.

-

"Oh my god Mam . . . Alex look at this one!" For the uncountable time that day Shaz had homed in on the worst dress in the store. Alex was looking for something sleek, elegant and fitting.

"Why don't you try it on Shaz I'm urm, going to look over there in that antique clothes shop."

"Alright Ma . . . sorry Alex. Mind you be careful. I had an aunt once wore second had blouse. Got scabies."

"Right . . . . maybe the shop next door to it then."

Alex left Shaz swirling around the department store to try on the meringues while she walked across to the Antiques store. There was always dry cleaning.

She didn't know what made her look up at that moment but she did. And there he was.

The man from the TV screen the night before. The man who had been calling her. He was staring straight at her.

She started to cross the road to follow him. He smiled at her and turned to walk off.

"Hey! HEY! you. .. wait." The street was really crowded and he was starting to pick up pace. Alex stared to run to try and catch him but she bumbled into an old lady and knocked her shopping out her hand.

"Oh god I'm so sorry. I'm a police officer I was running after . . ."

"I know you're a police officer dear, how are you? is Mr Hunt with you?"

Alex snapped her head back down from trying to see where the mystery man had gone to find it was Mrs Staines she had knocked over.

Marcus Staines and James Wagstaffs mother.

"Mrs Staines! How are you?"

Alex looked up again. He was gone. In a way she was thankful.

"Oh I'm fine dear, shouldn't you run after your suspect?"

"Oh urm . . . no its fine the other officers will get him." She looked down to her left. Lying to old ladies. Tut Alex. "How are Marcus and James doing?"

"You remember them then dear?"

Remember? The case that ended with Gene proposing? hell yes she remembered.

"Yes, of course I do." She smiled sweetly at Mrs Staines. She felt sorry for her that her family was a normal family that got into debt and was torn apart by brotherly love. "Why don't you come and have lunch with me. I seem to have lost my shopping partner to C and A anyway."

"Oh I don't want to bother you."

"No Bother Mrs Staines, be good to hear about it . . . take my mind off him." She looked down again. Suddenly she realised the man was real. He was here and following Alex not only in her head but in real life.

"Who dear?"

"Sorry? oh I mean my suspect, terrible man." She shivered and then filled her head with thoughts of Gene. A sort of defence mechanism she had grown to use this past week or so.

They sat down in the cafe in C and A after telling Shaz to come to them when she was done. Ordered their food and went over what had happened to the brothers since Alex and Gene had arrested James at his Butchers shop. God Alex was glad she remembered in time.

"So Marcus is back in this country then?"

"Oh yes I go see him every week with James. All thanks of course to that lovely boss of yours."

"He is pretty lovely." Alex held up her left hand and flashed the wedding ring. Mrs Staines beamed at her and bent over to pick up her bag.

"Oh how grand! a wedding. Now as a thank you . . ."

"Please Mrs Staines you don't have to."

"No, no. I have both my sons in the same country again and even in the same prison let me." She reached into her purse and pulled out a little golden 4 leaf clover handing it over to Alex.

"Now this can be your something old. It was given to me by my bridesmaid when I married Arthur. Did us the world of good. Gave us James. Your turn Dear, now, I must be off. Its Visiting day Monday and I am making James his favourite cake."

"Thank you Mrs Staines." Alex was taken aback.

The kindness of a woman whose son she had put in prison.

"Please call me Dot." Mrs Staines went to stand and collect her bags.

"Dot, has James had his trail yet?"

"No love its next week."

"If you want any help even if it's just getting there, ring me or Gene." Alex stood and hugged her. It was nice to have lunch with a mother figure. She had only had lunch with her mother once in Luigis.

Alex watched Mrs Staines as she left. Her attention again back to the man from the TV.

She had seen him and then a sickening feeling over whelmed her as she remembered what he had said.

"The third time I will come for you."

She really was glad she bumped into Mrs Staines.

A/N: So now she has seen him. What next with the mystery man? What next for Gene and his transfer? And will they ever stop Mac? Oh we know they do! . . . . Step forward Jackie Mc Queen!