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Shorter chapter this time, once again unbeta'd so I apologise for any mistakes! Reviews are very much appreciated! Exams are over now so the only obstacles between me and updating regularly will be my muse and internet connection!

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Disclaimer: Don't know if everyone has seen Toy Story? But I'm totally doing a Sid and torturing the Keats doll right now, just saying... characters of Gene Hunt and Alex Drake belong to Kudos, Monastic, BBC etc. etc.

The drive to the bank was short, something for which Alex was grateful. Gene didn't talk the entire time, aside from the occasional grunt when they took a corner too fast. It was almost as if he forgot that poor Harry Lottman was in the back.

Alex turned around in her seat to make sure he was alright. Alex remembered her first day in this world, how terrified she was to be thrown right in at the deep end without a single acknowledgement of being new to this. Any hope for Harry regaining his colour after such a shock was dashed by the way Gene was driving. His face was pale, tinged with some green as he was thrown about in the back. Alex sighed and turned back around, intent on telling Gene to slow down. It was as if he was trying to prove that the Camaro they were now seated in was just as good as the Quattro. It was obvious it wasn't, but Alex thought maybe a slower car would help tame the Guv's driving. She couldn't have been more wrong. Every turn or change of gear was accompanied by an angry mutter of "bloody beige" or "poof's car".

"You know what I think?" Alex piped up calmly, gripping the dashboard as they took another sharp turn.

"Too much, that's your bloody problem." Gene replied sharply. His eyes were narrowed in concentration as he doubled his speed on the next bit of straight road.

"I think you drive like a lunatic to prove something." Alex continued, ignoring his little barbed comment.

"I have nothin' to prove Bolls."

"The bank was robbed and they left with the stolen money over ten minutes ago. You would need a very special car to get there in time to catch them in the act!" Alex thought for a moment, before saying, "a DeLorean for instance!" She felt tears collect in her eyes as she remembered her evenings where she tucked Molly in and, when the little girl was asleep, put 'Back to the Future' on. Molly would wander into the living room in the morning to find Alex asleep on the sofa, DVD remote in hand. She wondered briefly whether it would ever stop hurting.

"A bloody DeLorean!" Gene asked, dumbfounded. Alex shook her head. Of course he wouldn't understand.

"The point is," she carried on, regaining her composure, "there is no reason to be driving like this when it's already happened. So we are left with the question as to why you are risking our lives with such reckless driving. I think you're trying to prove something."

"Bloody psychiatry!" Gene snapped, taking the last corner with more anger than necessary.

Alex lurched forward again.

"It's psychology." She replied wearily, tired of constantly correcting the man.

"Whatever."

Alex took another minute to look at Harry in the back. She tried to give him a reassuring smile, but he didn't return it. He was looking out the front windscreen as they pulled up to the bank, his eyes wide.

"My aunt works at this bank!" He shouted, pushing forward in his seat to get a better look, "well, she did, I'm not sure if ... if she does now, at this time."

Alex glanced at Gene, but he refused to acknowledge Harry's statement. Instead, he pushed himself out of the car and marched easily towards the doors of the bank.

"We'd better catch up with DCI Hunt." Alex stated softly. She eased herself out of the car and helped Harry out. He was shaking, she noted, as he got out.

"I want to get back." He whispered uncertainly, walking side by side with her towards the bank, "I don't belong here."

Alex remained silent, looking anywhere but at the young DI. If he was to have looked at her, he would have seen the truth in her eyes.

...

"There were two of them, in balaclavas," a woman was telling Gene as Alex and Harry walked in, "both about the same height. They didn't look strong, but t-they had guns."

"Carry on, luv." Gene said softly, leaning in close. He needed more information and this woman seemed the only one capable of talking. The other employees were in various states of shock, some sitting silently and others crying to themselves.

"One of them, h-he put the gun up to Angie's head," she indicated a woman sitting in her chair crying, "and he told her, if she didn't open the vault he w-would, he would kill her!"

Gene patted the woman awkwardly on the shoulder as she started to cry. He looked over at Alex and Harry, nodding his head towards the other employees. Alex understood and walked over to the nearest one. They needed witness statements. Maybe if the workers all pulled together, they could get an ID on the robbers or at least an idea on where to start looking.

"Hello, I'm DI Alex Drake." She said to a man who sat slumped in his chair.

"I can't believe this happened," the man replied, shocked.

"I know, it's an awful thing to be witness to," Alex replied soothingly, "We would like to catch the culprits as quickly as possible before they strike again. We may even be able to recover the money stolen from here, but we need your help and co-operation."

"I think Penny over there has told you the full story. We don't have much more to add, it happened so quickly."

"Is there anything you can tell us about the two armed men? Anything they did that seems significant to you or could give us an insight into their personality? It may be the most insignificant thing to you, but it could help us catch who did this. We need a working profile." Alex implored.

The man was silent for a moment, before speaking again;

"There was one thing that was a bit odd."

"Please, we need to know."

"The two men, when they threatened us with their guns... Penny got a bit mouthy, said she didn't believe they'd kill anyone, they were too young."

Alex's eyes flickered towards the crying woman and then looked back.

"So they- they took a few steps back and they shot their guns in warning. It shut Penny up anyway, but it was the way they shot their guns. Like a routine."

He slowly drew his left arm, fingers pointed like a gun, across his body diagonally, pointing at the ceiling. He then did the same with his right arm.

"Guv!" Alex called out sharply, not taking her eyes off of the gesture the shocked man was making.

"What!" Gene barked. He strode over to Alex and glanced at the gesture the man was making. They both looked up and saw the corresponding bullet holes in the ceiling. Recognition flashed in Gene's eyes.

"Bollocks," he growled, annoyed. He stood up and turned around quickly, "Lottman, I want you to-"

Harry was staring at the crying Penny, completely dumbstruck. He wasn't taking in anything that Gene was saying.

"Oi!" Gene shouted, clapping his hands together loudly. Harry snapped out of it, looking at his DCI, "when you're quite finished glancin' at a bit o' skirt! Christ, anyone would think you'd never seen a woman before!"

Harry opened his mouth to reply, but was cut off by Gene storming up to him.

"I want a written statement from that man, Lottman," he said, looking Harry up and down, "then I want you to pull 'im an' Penny over there into the station. If you can't 'andle this, you tell me now an' I will personally get you transferred to the fuzzy, cuddly, 'ug-a-bear division. You'll love it there; they play 'opscotch."

With that, Gene pulled away and headed towards the doors of the bank. He pulled one open and looked over at Alex, shouting;

"C'mon Bollykecks! Get that scrawny excuse for an arse movin'! We gotta visit our old friend, Mr Chas Cale."

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