A/N: Enter Jackie Mc Queen . . . . I could be very cruel with this but . . .we shall see. They have already had a bad time !

It had been a shit day. Again.

It was quiet but that can sometimes be just as bad as the busy ones.

They had managed to crack a small time drugs dealer, very small time, selling a few splifs small time and had just wrapped up the case and had gone back to the office to celebrate. Then Mac came and announced to everyone that their Guv was moving to the south coast.

The mood dropped, it was definitely time for a drink.

"They can't really move you there can they Guv?" They had hurried across to Luigis, sat on the gangs table and were 6 drinks down. Ray was genuinely upset; Alex could see it in his eyes. It wasn't surprising. He and Chris had been with Gene for years now they were family not just work mates.

"Afraid so Raymondo, apparently Mac thinks I'm needed there and not here."

"Bollocks!" Mumbled Chris. Everyone turned to look at Chris his head was hanging down Shaz was rubbing his back.

"Oh for Christ's sake anyone would think I had fucking died! Right you lot!" Gene stood up. "Hopefully I won't be going any fucking where. Even if I do though it's the south coast not bloody Mexico now can we please drink instead of crying about my old scrawny backside?"

Gene sat down and took swag of his pint. Looking at Bolly he winked and she squeezed his hand. She was always amazed at how even though under the surface he was genuinely worried about something he could always make people feel better. There it was again, pride.

-

They went back to the station after a few hours. They may not be able to do police work anymore as pissed as they were but the paper work needed clearing up and Bolly had something important to hand over to Mac.

Gene and Bolly had discussed the day before that it was time to hand in her transfer papers. Feeling slightly cocky and a little tipsy Alex had rang Mac and asked him to come to Genes office.

"I believe you wanted to see me DI Drake?" Mac didn't bother knocking he just strode straight in. Alex was perched on Gene's desk resting her fore head on his shoulder. She may be back at work but the hangover was kicking in already.

"Yes 'sir' I did. I understand that DCI Hunt is being transferred to the south coast and as you fully well know and understand were engaged."

"Yes I was going to talk to you about this actually . . ."

"Let me save you the trouble sir." Alex had wondered how long it would be before Mac tried to split them up any way. Working on the same team in a relationship was highly frowned upon.

She jumped off Gene's desk and went to collect a bunch of papers from the side.

"These are transfer papers sir. I am requesting a transfer to the south coast constabulary. Any station will do. I'm sure somewhere is looking."

By this point everyone was craning their heads round their desks to try and see what was going on.

Mac looked down at the papers and smiled then chuckled to himself.

"DI Drake, I shall be very sorry to see the back of you. Don't expect this to happen in the next 2 weeks. A transfer can take a while." He looked pissed. With the paper in his clenched fist Mac stormed out CID.

"Right you little shits back to work!" Gene slammed his office door shut.

"He wasn't expecting that was he!" Alex said.

"Well I may have let it slip the other day, he pissed me off couldn't help it but he aint happy." She came round to him and he pulled her towards him. Hands resting on her waist.

"So Bolly, think we would be ok down south drinking cider, brushing arms with the navy?"

"Me and you Gene? I'm pretty sure we would be fine." She leaned in and kissed him, slightly forgetting the blinds were open, she could feel her head starting to swim. The afternoon's drinks and the encounter with Mac had started to affect her.

"What say we take this back to yours?" He pulled back to look at her flushed face and realised the paper work could fuck off till at least tomorrow.

He grabbed her hand and turned to leave.

He stopped.

"Who's that?" Alex looked at the door and stood in front of the door was a woman with blonde curly hair wearing a camel coloured trench coat smoking a cigarette.

"Bloody hell Jackie Mc Queen."

-

"Who?" Alex was confused who ever Jackie Mc Queen was it was enough to stop Gene in his tracks.

"She used to work for the Manchester Gazette. What the bloody hell is she doing down here."

He let go of Alex's hand and walked over and opened the Door.

"Jackie Mc Queen as I live and breathe, what are you doing down in the Big Smoke, and in my coat!" Ray and Chris had stood up and walked over realising who it was at the Guvs door.

"You left it at mine the last time you were over."

Gene looked at Alex and shook his head, quietly answering her questions. Great, thought Gene, she still knew how to shit stir. Gene hadn't noticed while he was looking at Alex Jackie taking her coat off. He saw Alex's eyes widen.

"What?" Alex nodded in the way of Jackie and Gene turned.

"That's not the only thing you left Gene."

Jackie turned to the left to show a huge baby bump. Jackie had a wide smirk on her face as she lifted her cigarette to her lips.

Everyone's eyes though, she noticed, were not on her or on Gene but on Alex.

Gene turned again to Alex.

"Bolly love I . . ."

She couldn't be here. This would be the final straw. Genes baby. With that? fuck. She ran as fast as she could holding back the tears until she was out of the place.

"Thanks!" Gene spat at Jackie as he stormed after her.

"Can someone tell me what the fuck is going off in here?" Jackie turned to Ray and Chris who were somewhere between shock and disgust. Chris answered first.

"Urm . . . the guv and DI Drake. They engaged." He looked back down to her bump.

"Oh fuck well why didn't you say!" She too followed in the direction of Gene and a very upset Alex.

-

Gene could hear Alex in the locker room from the other side of the door.

Fuck.

What if it was his? It couldn't he had passed out that night . . . still he needed to explain something to Alex. He hated making her cry. He thought back to the past few weeks and realised she had put up with so much shit from him. He hated himself. Gene sighed and opened the door.

"Fuck off."

"Alex love please let me explain . . ."

"Did you not hear me? FUCK OFF!" She ran at him and tried to punch him. A left upper cut coming his way. He should have taken it square on the chin but he needed to explain . . . well what he could. So instead he grabbed her wrists, span them both round and pinned her to the wall.

"Before you deservingly kick 3 shades of shit out of me Bolly let me try and explain." He let go of her wrists and backed off giving her chance to leave if she wanted. She pushed past him and went to sit on the bench.

"Go on then. Pray tell how you got the Glaswegian chimney pregnant! "

"It's not mine Alex."

"Not what she's saying though is it. Even if it's not, you slept with her!"

"Before us! Listen, Bolls you know what I was like before you. Any flash of a . . . well you get where I'm coming from."

"So you slept with her then?" She had red puffy eyes by now and her face was bright red with anger.

"No . . . yes . . . I don't know. It was after the MET awards. I was shit faced I remember getting in a cab with her and that's it." Gene looked down he knew what question was coming next.

"So it could be yours?" Alex was trying so hard to hold back the tears. She stood up again getting ready to run if they started to spill over.

"Maybe but love, I couldn't even walk let alone . . . you know." He was flying his arms in the air. He looked panicked and confused just as every little bit that Alex was.

"Listen Bolly I had no idea it was months ago just after you got here remember I had a week back in Manchester. Way before us, way before I . . . I fell in love with you. Please love, I didnt know."

The more Alex thoguht about it the more she knew he was right. When the hell did he have the time in the past 8 weeks to go see her. Go anywhere but work and hers. She did look pretty far gone. He could see her wavering and moved closer to her.

"Bolly I can't lose you over this not now. Look at all we have done these past few months and were still together. Please I need you." He had sat down on the bench and pulled Alex down to sit next to him. He placed a hand on her cheek and she turned her lips to his palm.

He drew her even closer. Her breath still ragged from crying, his still short from shock.

Gene was so close to Alex's lips he could taste the salt from her tears on her.

Just as he was about to kiss her Jackie burst in. She didn't even give them time to talk; she needed to get this straight. They both looked up at her Alex's face e once again flesh red and Gene clenched one of his fists.

"I'm sorry love; I didn't know you two were together. It was a fucking joke. He aint no daddy. Any way I would never sleep with that man." Jackie looked him up and down with a hint of disgust." He was sick on my carpet, tried it on with me . . ." Alex looked up and opened her mouth to say something. Jackie knew what and raised her hand". . . .don't worry it was months ago, as you can see, I'm about ready to drop here, tried it on and passed out that's it."

Alex shifted a bit closer to Gene, not un-noticed by him. He sighed out and covered her hand with his. Jackie smiled at this. He had changed since Manchester, a lot by the looks of it.

"Fucking hell Hunt, I never thought I'd see that."

"See what?" Alex looked puzzled.

"Him tamed." And nodded at Gene.

Alex laughed. Gene looked pissed, how dare she say he was tamed. He was the Manc Lion . . . but yeah Bolly's Manc Lion.

"So pray tell Mc Queen, if you aint here to make me the daddy what are you here for?"

Jackie reached for her bag and pulled out a photo of a young girl sat on a field.

"Every month young girls like her come down from the north and disappear. This one, this one is my niece Gene. She is 16 and she thinks she can run the world. We aint heard from her for 3 weeks."

"Have you not gone to the Met?" Alex asked, taking the photo off her.

"I've tried the Met, the press and your station but I keep getting fobbed off."

"Fobbed off? By who?" Genes head snapped up. All he kept on thinking about was Sal from the strip club a few weeks back, if he and Bolly could do something about this he wanted to help.

"I rang your station; this is where she got off the bus Gene. But I was told no one was interested, especially as I understand your super intendant."

Alex and Gene looked at each other.

If Mac wanted this stopped he was involved.

If he was involved this was their way to drag him down.

A/N: Sorry to any one who read my non spell checked version ! I was very sleepy last night and got a bit to hasty and posted the wrong one. So to find the girl, to bring down Mac to fob off the Mystery man . . . . . ? We shall see.