Silver Lining

Chapter 2 – Soup, Pillows and Kisses

Hey I'm back so sorry about the delay I had lazitious over the holiday season. Please read and review because I go hyper on reviews especially when they pop up on my blackberry at school in class when it's silent. PING. You can probably guess what happened lol. Trick or treat I am working on plus need game ideas for CID to play for another fic thx

Disclaimer I do not own anything so please do not sue me. All rights remain with BBC kudos the fab writers and the excellent skills of the actors. Damn isn't life sooo unfair.

Gradually, oh so gradually his senses began to stir. Firstly his ability to smell was the first sense which returned to him after is contented sleep. He could smell the elegant but exquisite blends of aromas which made up Coco Chanel No5 perfume. The kind of smell which he associated with his bolshie but amazingly beautiful DI. Bolly. Secondly he could hear light, rhythmical breathing oh so near but yet so far due to him still in the early stages of awakening. He then could feel something strong yet slender entwined around his torso which had an unbreakable hold over him but yet deep down in his consciousness he knew not to fight or repel this "binding" because somehow it felt right and natural.

His eyes flickered open to be welcomed by a harsh late afternoon sun which burst uninvited through the blinds. Gene's head snapped up right, as quickly as possible and of course as confused as hell to why he was not at work and in here wherever here maybe. Then it all clicked. Alex's illness. Bringing her home and staying with her. His gaze fell to his torso, there lay Alex Drake's slender arm wrapped protectively around him with her fist full of his now crinkled shirt. This sight made a petit smile grace his face and his eyes glowed with love and affection which consequently made 10 years drop off his facial features before you could say Anne Robinson. When his eyes fell upon Alex's face he could still see she was pale, weak and sick and his heart fluttered with heartache at seeing her like this rather than the confident argumentative woman that she usually was.

Carefully, as to not disturb Bolly he shifted his broad shoulders and neck to allocate a clock of some sort. Much to his outrage the poxy damn alarm clock was nowhere in sight. So delicately he manoeuvred himself out of the firm grasp of Alex to locate something which displayed the time. He extracted himself successfully without disturbing her royal highness. Just as he began to stroll to her bedroom door (which led into the rest of the flat) a glint of metal caught his eye. There in the corner of her room was an obliterated alarm clock with its mechanisms scattered around the floor. The thought that Alex had become mad enough over something as pointless and more to the point so unlike her to express her pent up anger/ aggression in any form of violence made Gene laugh softly to himself with the idea that maybe he was rubbing off on her. God ,that was a thought. His short burst of laughter had caused Alex to fidget and squirm restlessly. So as soon as she relaxed once more he swiftly moved out of the room as to not to disturb her any further. Then an idea popped in to his head. Which normally he would have seen as soft and drippy but for once his male bravado could be quashed for an hour or two so scooping up the flat key he headed out of the door silently with his plan made and his fingers metaphorically crossed that she would not wake before his return. So with that he turned on his heel in search of Luigi.

Alex's head felt light and woozy as she tossed and turned diagonally across her double bed with her blood red covers enveloping her. Then a sudden wave of nausea swept upon her furiously. So she slowly sat up to compose herself. As the sickness passed her remembrance of what happened mere hours ago came flooding back. Her illness. Gene's strong muscular arms clasped around her. Him staying, well for a while anyway it seemed. At the thought of him just upping and leaving was soul shattering but what affected her more however was the fact how disappointed she felt.

Alex sighed with pure exhaustion until a homely scent drifted lazily up her nostrils. It reminded her of bitterly cold winter afternoons and smelt like fresh seasonal vegetables. Curiously she wriggled out of her bed and headed for the door. Quietly she slipped through the lounge and stood in the archway to the microscopic kitchen. There lay a scene so sweet and domestic that if she wasn't comatose with shock she would have burst out laughing. This was because there was Gene Hunt, the Manc Lion surrounded by diced, skinned and chopped fresh vegetables and empty containers of chicken. So far she had remained undetected by Gene until he started muttering to himself.

"Where does the dozy tart keep the soddin pepper 'n' salt"

"Cupboard to your immediate left, three shelves down in the blue Tupperware box"

"What the..."

Gene span around quickly. Looking around sheepishly wondering how the hell he was going to wriggle out of this hole without the whole of the MET and the criminal underworld finding out how much of a pansy he can be when the mood took him. He nervously glanced across at Alex who had the widest cheekiest smile he had ever seen spread across her flawless yet tired face. Slowly she advanced on him. Her emerald eyes oozing gratitude.

"Thank you" she whispered gently brushing past him to fetch two bowls and spoons. Gene felt her cool body swipe passed him. Every touch from her seemed to be amplified. It felt like his whole body had been jolted awake by her simple light contact. His skin was tingling like some strange electric which seemed to courses through his veins and even his very soul. Nothing was said as they ate their soup. Well Alex seemed to devour hers while Gene simply sipped at his now and then when he wasn't stirring it round and round his bowl. Due to the fact he could barely keep his eyes off Alex.

"You feelin any better"

"Yes thank you just feeling a bit weak and shaky still that's all"

"Come on then. Let's get you settled in front of the tele so I can go and see what the local monkeys are up to before they burn the place down to a cinder."

Gene gently steered Alex towards the cushy comfort of her sofa. Once he had delicately deposited her, he strutted across the room towards the TV set which was perched precariously in the corner. Bending down to plug in the television, he sudden felt a thwack on his shoulder blades. He turned his head to see what had occurred but unfortunately his face became full of velvety softness i.e. a cushion. As gravity took course and the cushion fell away his glare was revealed and landed on a hysterical Alex.

"Oh you cheeky tart, you'll regret provoking the Gene Genie" With that two of the cushion which had previously ambushed him were being hurled through the air towards Alex. A definite squeal confirmed he had hit his intended target before he even bothered to look.

"Ahhh this is war Hunt even if I feel like death warmed up I will beat you"

"Ha In your dreams Mrs Fruitcake... Come on then, bring it on if you think you're hard enough"

"Let the battle commence Gene"

With that red velvet and black and white silk scatter cushions flew through the air like deadly missiles which rarely missed there targets. Loud, brash laughter and infectious squeal filled the warm loving atmosphere. As they both began to tire their aims began to wander off target so slowly they began to approach each other. Soon they were right up close. They both released their last cushions square into each other's faces and so they found themselves slumped and tangled up on the sofa. Both breathing heavily. Alex looked up at Gene to find his glorious steely blue eyes full of emotion. In fact the most emotion she had seen him express before. Well apart from rage and anger anyway.

"Gene" she whispered breathlessly. His breath was caught in his throat. He felt like he could have happily drowned within her gorgeous whirlpool eyes while the rest of the world just seemed to melt away into nothingness. Without even registering what he was doing he acted on impulse and lowered his head making his sandy blond hair move into disarray while he softly and sweetly planted a chaste kiss on Alex's rosy red lips.

"Oh Christ, Sit Alex I'm so sorry" Before Alex even had time to register what had just taken place Gene was on his feet desperately trying to locate his midnight black coat. Once he had successfully found the coat slumped in Alex's armchair he whipped it over his shoulder in readiness to make a rapid get away. However this plan soon burst into flames when he felt a smooth moisturised hand slip into his. Slowly she elevated herself on her tip toes to reach his pale chapped lips. She could not believe the height difference between them both until now when she was standing bare footed in front of him unlike most other occasions when she was around Gene, because she usually strutted around the place with those ridiculous killer heels of hers on. Nervously she kissed him desperately trying to convey her true feelings to him. Alex pulled away when Gene tried to deepen the kiss. He looked worried and upset at being seemingly rejected by her. She saw all of these emotions so she hurriedly tried to explain.

"Look, Gene there is nothing I would want more than for you to kiss the life out of me but I don't think you'll appreciate a sick tasting Bollinger now, would you?"

"To bloody true" he responded gruffly but she could tell he was relieved that she wasn't pushing him away because his eyes betrayed him by revealing all his feelings. Alex moved closer to him for warmth and a lovely hug. Well that was the cunning plan anyway until a fierce knock on the door broke the spell around the pair. Well maybe not a knock, more like a Rhino colliding into a wall.

"Guv, Guv you in there still? We need you now there is an armed blag down near Clements Road" barked Ray from the other side of the door. Gene and Alex looked at each other sorrowfully.

"Go, I will fine"

"Ya sure Bolls"

"Positive now go before Ray breaks down my door"

"Bloody hell you two, open this soddin door now"

Gene stormed over to the door and pulled it open with so much force Alex was surprised it did not fall off its hinges. Gene gave his DS a deadly evil glare. "Bugger off Carling. I'll meet you by the Quattro in a second. Alright? No mush" As fast as lightning Ray scampered down the stairs and out of sight. Gene glanced back over his should and gave Bolly a tentative smile.

"Umm, I'll check up on you later yeh? See how you are"

"That would be lovely"

"Really?...Alright em see ya later then"

"Goodbye Gene"

He swept his lips upon hers for the shortest amount of time possible before he flew out the door. Alex just stood there with her fingers tracing over where Gene's lips had been mere seconds before. She smiled, a huge smile which screamed 'I'm a maniac smile' and she collapsed on the sofa. She looked completely chuffed with herself and to the empty flat around her she said

"God, you know what? I should be ill more often at this rate. You know what? I think every cloud defiantly has a silver lining but maybe for once for me it's lined with gold"

Before starting the ignition, Gene glanced up at the building which contained his Bolly. God that felt strange. His. He could not get over that. So with a discreet smile, he pulled away from the curb and thought about Alex and how this was the start of something new and hopefully completely fabulous.

All done hope you all liked it. Reviews will be very much appreciated so I know what to alter or prefect on other stories and Trick or treat is still being written but taking longer for ideas to grace me with their presence. Also will right a fic soon involving the whole of CID and of course Galex and what happens when they play different game. Every chapter would be a different game so any ideas would be grateful. : )