This one might not entirely fit with the whole episode, but it works on it's own. Sort of.

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Alex sat on her sofa, desperately trying to chase away the day's events with some mindless television. It wasn't working and her thoughts kept drifting back to Gene. Skirting the rules to get results was one thing, but what was he doing? Joining the bloody Masons? Could the only man she trusted really be corrupt? She didn't want to think about it.

With a sigh she refilled her glass, placing the bottle of whisky back down on the table. She'd left Gene in his office doing exactly the same thing. Christ, she was practically turning into him. Would she be next?

She was still thinking about all the different ways this could play out, how it might end, when she heard a soft knock at the door. Since the unscheduled visits from her mystery admirer had started Alex had asked Luigi to double the locks downstairs. Still, if someone wanted to get in...she hoped it was just Luigi, but she wasn't taking any chances.

She stood carefully behind the door before opening it.

"Who is it?"

The answer was almost a whisper. "Bolls, open up. It's me."

Gene? Seriously? He'd followed her home from the station after telling her to bugger off? She didn't open the door.

"What do you want?"

"Would you bloody open the door and let me in!" He practically shouted that time.

She scoffed. "Why should I? I have nothing to bloody say to you."

"Just open the sodding door or I will kick it down!"

Alex opened the door wide, all the anger and frustration from earlier rushing back into her voice. "Well? What?"

Gene stepped past her into the hall, turning to reach past her and shut the door. "Lock it." he ordered as he swept through her flat, looking in rooms and out windows. She stood staring as he pulled down the shades in her living room.

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing." He turned to face her. He had things to say to her, but they all seemed to strip away now that he was in her flat. He'd forgotten where to start. "You have to trust me Alex.."

"Trust you? You came all the way over here to ask me to trust you?" She rolled her eyes, spinning away from him. "What, Gene, like you trust me? Is that it?" She couldn't help notice his shirt half open, where Mac had torn it open. She wondered what he'd felt. She recalled briefly that he'd looked surprised. Still, he'd gone through with it.

"For God's sake Alex." Why couldn't she just believe him? "Do you have any idea the risk I took coming here tonight? I put myself in danger being here. And probably you as well." He'd taken off his coat and thrown it over the back of a chair as he followed Alex back into the living room.

"Risks? What are you talking about?"

"Yes. Risks." He was too close when she turned to face him and his eyes strayed to her mouth.

Alex laughed sharply. "Oh. Oh. I see. Is that what you're doing here Gene? Need a shag and thought you might try it on again? None of your other regulars available?"

He stepped back, stunned. But he managed to quickly turn it to anger. "See, I knew you would be like this. Come on Alex. Do you think you'd be nearly this pissed off at me if we hadn't slept together? Bloody women! Think a bloke owes you something because they shag you!"

"Owe me something? It was your bloody idea in the first place." She hissed at him. "You were lonely, remember?"

"My…? You're telling me you shagged me out of sympathy?" His eyes were hard, searching. He did want her. It was why he came here. He took a step closer but Alex was faster and slapped him as he bent to kiss her.

Gene stared at her, eyes burning now. He tried to kiss her again, catching her wrist as she brought it up to slap him again. Roughly he twisted both arms around her back as his mouth covered hers.

Alex bit him, breaking his grip and pushing him away. She stood glaring at him as he looked at the floor, sidelined.

"Is that all I am to you Gene? A quick shag? Something to relieve the stress of the bloody job?" Gene watched as she pulled her sweatshirt over her head, pushed her soft skirt over her hips. He breathed hard as she stood before him, barefoot, in her bra and knickers. God he wanted her. Nearly naked she took a step toward him and he took a step back. He wanted her, but it wasn't supposed to happen like this. He eyed her warily.

"Fine, Gene. If that's what you really want." She moved closer. "Will it make you one of them?" Her mouth was nearly on his. So close he could taste her breath. "If you take me, Gene? Is that what you need?" She stepped back. "Do you need to tear my shirt Gene?" Her voice dropped to a whisper. "Do you want me on my knees?"

His head shook imperceptibly as she licked her lips. "It's not like that, Alex." His voice was a low rumble. Why wouldn't she just stop and listen?

What he saw in her eyes terrified him. Fear, anger, utter disappointment. How could she think that? He needed her so badly. To trust him, to believe him. If she didn't he wasn't sure where it would end.

"No" he growled. But he unbuckled his belt, pulling on his zip with one hand as the other wrapped around her, walking her back until her legs hit the sofa. Roughly he tore off her knickers, and Alex let him. His eyes never left hers as his trousers dropped to his knees, as he freed himself already hard, ready, full of need.

"Is this what you want, Gene?" She whispered as she placed her hands around his neck, as he gripped her hips tightly.

He kissed her chin, her mouth, willing her to respond, to want him as much as he needed her. "What I want, Alex?" Her eyes questioned as his looked her over, resting hungrily on her breasts. She could feel his cock pushing slowly inside her, had to resist the urge to slide forward, urge him on. "Don' know what I want." He thrust deeper as he pulled her closer, Alex gasping as he moved in, pulled her tighter. "But I need you..oh god.... to trust me."

Alex cried out as he fucked her. Was this all what he wanted, from her, from them? She didn't know. She hoped he wouldn't stop. Bit her lip to keep from begging as she realized she wanted more.

He kissed her roughly where she'd drawn blood, biting again, pulling her lip into his mouth. Out of control his hips swung faster, pushed deeper as she cracked beneath him, around him, nearly broken himself until finally cursing wildly, he shattered inside her.

Gulping, gasping, both of them limp, exhausted, he felt her tears on his cheek, kissed them, slowly moving them both down onto the sofa. Hating himself, lost for words, certain he'd ruined everything, her, him, his career – he pulled up his trousers without a glance at Alex. Grabbing his coat he left without a word.

Alex curled herself into a ball and wept.