So, here is chapter two! I am having lots of fun writing this, but I'm not sure if it is true to the characters exactly. However, it is soothing my ashes to ashes craving which is not going to be completely satisfied until the next series begins. But for now – please read and review!

Trouble Getting Home – Chapter Two

Gene and Alex walked into the cold morgue. The body was laid out on a slab and Alex motioned for the forensic to lift the sheet. Standing, hands in her back pockets, she surveyed the injuries with precise interest. Gene stood behind her, trying to keep his eyes on the body and off his DI's arse.

'Mitch Colne, 29 years old. Severe trauma to the left cranium, which is likely to have caused death, but he has a myriad of injuries, including blows to the face, cracked ribs and most interestingly, rope burns to the wrists. The trauma to the left cranium was caused not by fists but by a blunt instrument.'

Gene swaggered further forward.

'So, Bols, looks like we've got ourselves an old 'it over the 'ead with a spanner case . We're looking for some bastard with a toolbox…'

Alex rolled her eyes, and peered closer at the man's ankles.

'What's that?' She walked round and lifted the sheet off the man's feet.

'It looks like an imprint of a signet ring.'

Gene seemed lost in thought, and Alex waited expectantly for his view on the mark.

However, Gene's thoughts had taken a different direction – one that Alex may not find amusing, which involved Alex, Gene, a toolkit and not many clothes. Suddenly, he noticed that Alex and the forensic were looking at him, and he snapped himself back into the situation;

'Right, so we're looking for a psycho bastard who has a toolkit and a signet ring,' he leaned past Alex and squinted quickly at the ankle, before straightening up and fixing her with his piercing blue stare,

'in the shape of a falcon? Peter Minto.'

Alex's eyes widened, 'How do you know so definitely?'

Gene looked down and adjusted his leather driving gloves, clearing his throat. 'Because I have had the brilliant luck to be left 'ooked by the scumbag himself, and he left an imprint identical to that.' He jabbed his finger at the body.

Alex lifted her radio to her mouth and started to speak.

'Chris, I need a file from Shaz on Mitch Colne and Peter Minto. We're heading back to the office soon.'

'Not too bloody soon, Bols. I can tell yer everything about Peter Minto. But not now.' Gene began to stride out, with Alex following his lead.

'Luigi's I think, Bolly. I need a drink to loosen my tongue, and you're buying the first round.'