25 years minimum. Graham Lyson, Lewis Roberts were sent down for the murders of PC William Jones, PC Jason Downe and PC Kelly Andrews, and for the break in of D.I Alex drakes apartment. James Felting was sent down for 10 years minimum in the assisting of two murderers, and the break in of D.I Alex drakes apartment. Their reason? At first it was down to the fact that PC William Jones had got himself into money problems and was unable to pay back Lyson. He got Lewis and they headed out to have him sorted. At first it was just to get the money but when noticing he was capable of buying drinks by the dozen they decided he should die. PC Jason Downe was killed as Graham Lyson had got scared he was flirting with his wife. To stop the possibility of his wife having an affair, he and Lewis killed him. PC Kelly Andrews was killed completely innocently. The two men had gotten almost addicted to killing and the thrill it gave them. She was sitting, drinking alone in the King Pub. So they killed her. The reason for breaking into D.I drakes flat in the event of killing her. She had gotten too close. With the threat that she knew exactly what was going on they knew that by killing her off, the rest of CID would be distracted and off their scent. When they couldn't find her they spotted Jason Downe in the Pub at home and went for him instead.

All of CID had been there to watch the three convicted go down and were now spending the night in their usual spot. Luigi's restaurant. Ray was sat by the bar, his eyes goggling at two women sat together, both bleach blonde hair and too tight clothing. Shaz and Chris were finalising their wedding plans, details all over the paper taking over the table, drinks barely on the edge. Gene was sat in his usual spot, nursing a pint of cold beer as he waited for his colleague to take the chair opposite him as usual.

It surprised not only him but the other officers when said colleague came into the restaurant with an unfamiliar face. It took all of Gene's strength not to say something as he caught eye with Alex as she sat at a table on the opposite side of the room. She was wearing the same red dress she'd worn when they first met, paired with tights and a small evening jacket. Her hair was in loose curls gathered round her face and resting on her shoulders. She gave her boss a small smile before sitting down in the chair her date had pulled out for her. Chris and Shaz looked on, huddled together as Shaz slipped a small notebook out of her coat pocket, filled with a whole array of information she had been jotting down over the past few months.

"I thought Ma'am and the Guv were together?" Chris whispered to Shaz.

"Guv's not happy though Chris. Look at 'im." She pointed out and his eyes flicked to where Gene was no longer sat as they watched him stalk out of Luigi's, failing to pay for the drink. Luigi stood behind the bar and tutted, adding the beer to the already long list of drinks on Gene's tab.

Ray jumped off his stool, sadly tore his eyes away from the girls and headed over to where his colleagues were sat."Way to upset him though. Dragging the latest into the same Pub as her interest is already in." He pointed out.

"We don't know they are interested in each other for sure Ray. I mean yeah, Ma'am and the Guv are perfect for each other and we can see they obviously like each other but they just can't see it yet." Shaz looked up to see that the man was now sitting alone, D.I Drake nowhere in sight.

"I'd prefer it if you didn't refer to me and the Guv as perfect for each other as there is absolutely nothing going on and I can't see how me dating another man is anything for you all to discuss. Now unless your gonna shut up and drink your bloody drinks I suggest you get home and to sleep ready for work tomorrow." Alex's annoyed voice made Shaz jump out of her skin, covering the book of notes they had all made that Alex had already seen. She watched in silence as her D.I stormed back to her date.

The atmosphere in CID the next morning was tense. Without much crime being reported to their department all the officers were sat in unnatural silence. Everyone seemed to be doing some sort of paperwork and therefore weren't even glancing at one another. The only sound was the occasional rustle of paper and the gentle tap-tapping of Shaz's typewriter.

Eventually after almost 2 hours of silence in the main office Alex sighed loudly and slipped away from her desk and into the canteen area. Pouring herself a cup of tea she turned the radio on and settled into a chair against the wall, listening to the songs. It wasn't long before footsteps approached and Gene Hunt came round the corner, switching off the radio and helping himself to some biscuits from the barrel. He studied them before looking into the barrel and sighing.

"Why is it nobody ever buys a decent packet of Garibaldi's?" He asked to no one in particular but all the while aware that Alex was sat behind him. He turned to face her and leant against the counter.

"Ray, Chris and Shaz finished their little note taking business?" He asked biting into the biscuit he'd just tossed back into the barrel.

"Well I had a word with them last night about it and they shouldn't be making anymore about me anyway." Alex replied, sipping the warm drink in her hand.

"How was your little evening?" Gene asked, looking away from her and up to the ceiling before returning his gaze.

"It was alright. They kind of ruined it though" Alex indicated those outside. From the silence of papers and typing both senior officers guessed they were being listened too. Gene flicked the switch on the radio again, turning it up.

"Ruined it how?" Gene asked, momentary interest in the conversation meaning he forgot about the biscuit in his hand.

"Well when you have to leave your date in order to tell colleagues to stop spying and making up rumours and opinions it kinda puts a downer on things. He went home last night and I doubt we'll go out again." Alex told him and something inside her Guv made him feel a little hopeful. He ignored the feeling, and didn't react.

"Truth be told Bolly. Didn't seem your type. There was you, dressed to impress as a posh tart and there's 'imself looking like he's going to a business conference." she sighed, rolling her eyes.

"He was dressed to go on a date Guv. You know? Smartly. And since when were you bothered about the way I or my dates dress when I go out to dinner?" She asked, cocking her head slightly as she waited for the reply.

"I don't care how he dressed Bolls. I care about how my D.I is dressing at night. But unless your goal was to get kidnapped and raped then congratulations you were dressed perfectly." he commented, discarding the first biscuit and taking another from the barrel.

"I was having dinner in a restaurant that I live above Guv. If I get kidnapped I'd either get taken to my flat or out through the front or back door in which I'd have to go through the restaurant anyway." She pointed out.

"And like hell did you care about what I was dressed like! Your normally the first to be staring at my arse anyway. I wear a dress that gives you that and the next day all you do is complain! You confuse me so much Guv. I don't know what's going on in your mind." Alex rested her head against her fist, her elbow on the table.

"You don't wanna know what's going on in my mind lady B."

"No, your right. I'm not sure I do." Alex smiled before draining her drink, leaving it on the side and returning to her desk, feeling Gene's strong gaze watching her as she did so.

Settling back into her seat she spotted an envelope on the edge, that wasn't there before. Her names was scrawled in small but neat handwriting on the cover. Opening it she flicked the paper over and read the information.

Dear…Ma'am.

On the 2nd May 1984 we would like to invite you to come and celebrate our wedding. These are the details:

Where: Orsett Hall Hotel, Essex

Times: Ceremony starts at 1pm and reception at 2:30pm - 6:30pm.

Date: Wednesday 2nd May 1984

We really hope you can make it. Please RSVP as soon as you possibly can.

Thank you.

Shaz & Chris.

Ps: Please dress appropriately.

Alex re-read the note three times before mentally checking the date in her mind. She got up, invite in hand and headed over to Shaz's desk. The young police officer looked up, a slightly nervous glisten in her eyes."Ma'am?" She asked. Alex smiled warmly.

"You can count on me being there." She told her friend, indicating to the invitation. Shaz beamed at the response and ticked off her D.I's name on the list.

"Thanks Ma'am. And I'm sorry, about…y'know…" Shaz said apprehensively.

"Don't worry about it Shaz. Its all in the past. The only thing that should be on your mind right now is when your going to show me your wedding dress." Alex smiled back, forgiving her.

"Fab. I'm going to a fitting tonight if you wanted to come? I don't wanna go alone and Chris can't come." Shaz asked.

"Why can't I come?" Chris piped up, obviously listening to the entire conversation.

"It's bad luck to see the bride in her wedding dress before the wedding Chris. Don't you know anything?" Alex asked playfully.

"Talkin' of weddings and shit. I 'ave got the best stag do for you ever mate. You're not gonna believe what I 'ave planned!" Ray grinned, joining in.

"If you've got 'im a stripper you can count yourself uninvited to the wedding Ray. Its disgustin'. " Shaz immediately commented.

"Well your not gonna find out are ya? Stag do, means no women allowed." Ray pointed out.

"So you got a male stripper?" Chris asked confused as Alex and Shaz laughed."

No you twat." Ray sighed.

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