Slinging her coat onto the side along with her bag Alex made her way into the kitchen, shortly bringing out a bottle of red wine and two large glasses. She set them on the table in front of the sofa before joining her D.C.I in the chair as he flicked through the channels. She poured them each a sizeable amount, both in silence before handing over the glass and sitting back.

"Cheers." He muttered, clinking the glasses before almost downing his in one."Alright you'll be drunk within the first ten minutes if you continue like that." Alex pointed out."Hangover Bolls, the way my mind works. It'll have to. I need something to take my mind off you talking all day long and hangover does it perfectly." Gene flashed her the smallest of smiles before having another drink and refilling his glass. Alex looked at him, eyebrows raised before just returning the smile and laughing.

"Do you even remember a morning where you didn't wake up with a hangover?" She asked lightly.

"Yes. Same day I realised that life was a lot more boring when you went home sober the night before." he replied changing the channel once more.

It wasn't long before the bottle of wine was empty and this time Gene got up and headed into the kitchen, bringing out a bottle of scotch and a couple of vodka bottles.

"Stocked up for me then Bolls." He stated, pouring them both generous helpings of scotch.

"Never know when you're gonna come and empty my cupboards Guv." She replied sipping the drink.

"Not a lonely drinker then?" He asked, looking at her."Not normally no. More recently. Missing home I suppose." She didn't return the look, just emptied her glass and reached out for the bottle to pour herself another one. Gene stopped her and she looked at him properly this time."Go on then lady B. Your always going on about home, getting back but I haven't seen you even try to make an effort yet." Alex looked slightly offended."I have been trying to get back home since the day I arrived thank you. It's not as easy as just driving wherever, bit more complicated." she told him, reaching out again and taking the bottle pouring herself some more.

"Where's home?" Gene asked as she lent back into the corner of the chair, facing him."You wouldn't understand.""Try me."

Alex sighed and debated internally as to whether or not she should even bother trying to explain. She remembered explaining a while ago and Gene getting angry, insulted, believing she was lying.

"Right. But you have to promise not to interrupt and not to call me a liar like last time." She looked at him, not blinking."Fine. I promise." He gave her a quick glance before drinking again.

"Well, here goes nothing I suppose. Well, I'm not from around this 'area' I suppose you could say. See I was born in 1973 and technically I'm still a little girl at the moment. In the year 2008, where I'm from there's me, my little girl and her godfather…Evan White…' she paused for a moment to see how Gene would react but he just looked at her, encouraging her to continue. 'Arthur Layton shot me in 2008 and reduced me into a coma. I woke up in 1981 on the barge boat, just before I met you. Home for me, is London 2008. When you shot me in 1982 I was sent into a coma here and woke up in 2008. I was home but it didn't feel like home. Then before I know it I'm sent back here in 1983. Now I don't know what home is anymore. I can barely remember things from my life in the future and its tiny things here that trigger memories. I can't -' Alex stifled a sob before continuing, '- I can't even remember the name of my little girl Gene. I can't even see her face!" Alex looked away, putting the drink on the side and placing a hand to her face in an attempt to hide the tears Gene had already seen. Acting on gut instinct Gene put his gloved hand against Alex's wrist."Come 'ere." He whispered, putting his drink next to hers. She looked at him, wide eyes filled with tears before coming to rest her head against his chest. They sat there like that for a while, Gene's arms around Alex and her face buried in his coat.

"Blimey you've had a time of it Bolls. Turns out you weren't a complete nut job after all. You were telling the truth." Gene spoke after a while. Alex looked up, peeling away from his arms and smiling slightly."Not a complete nut job?" She questioned."Well you're still a bit of a nut job." he smirked and she laughed. The happiness was short lived though as a loud sound hit the door, causing the pair of them to jump.

"What the -?" Gene started but Alex whipped round to face him again, finger on her lips.

"Grab the glasses and the drinks, we need to hide!" She whispered urgently and helped to gather them up before looking around to hide, another crash hitting the door."Bolls!" Gene whispered dragging her by the arm into a tiny airing closet and closing the door. He stood closest to the door, gun gleaming in his pocket as protection and his arm stopping Alex from standing any nearer to the door. Another crash outside indicated that the intruder had made it into the flat."Guv." Alex whispered but he quietly shushed her, staring outside.

From what he could see there were two intruders in the living room and another in the bedroom. They were all searching for something.

"She must 'ave been 'ere at some point this evenin' we saw 'em come in." one of them said. Alex gasped and felt Gene put a hand against her mouth rapidly."My coat and bag." She mouthed and he saw them through the crack in the door, one of the intruders also spotted it."Bugger." Gene whispered.

"Looks like she was 'ere at some point. Coat 'n' bag." Another one said."Well she's not 'ere now, come on lets go." Gene watched the three of them leave, keeping the door open and he saw them retreat down the stairs, hearing the roar of traffic as they opened and closed the entrance door. Behind him Alex breathed a huge sigh of relief.

Standing back in the living room they both stood amidst the chaos. Papers were strewn all over the floor and furniture, bins emptied, and objects knocked over. A photo frame had been knocked too, the glass smashed.

"Bloody hell who were they?" Alex asked, visibly shaking."No idea. People just keep comin' after you Bolls. But I get the feeling they might have something to do with Jones' murder." Gene voiced his opinion."Maybe." Alex murmured, heading over and closing the door again before reaching down and picking up the photo frame, looking at the picture. Gene looked over her shoulder.

"Who's the picture of?" He asked quietly."My little girl." Alex didn't take her eyes away from the picture.

"Come on Bolls. Maybe you should get some sleep. We have a lot of work to do tomorrow." Gene insisted, taking the photo and standing it on the side.

"Yeah. Night Gene." Alex sighed."See ya tomorrow Bolls." Gene left Alex alone in the flat as her eyes scanned over the debris and sighing, headed into the bedroom, closing the door.