Here's the third Easter Egg for episode 2 - hope you enjoy it!

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"Isn't it great Ma'am!" Alex hugged Shaz as Luigi poured her a glass of wine.

"I'm so happy for you Shaz. Chris is a great guy. You'll be very happy."

Alex spent most of the evening chatting with Shaz, and sometimes Chris but he was being pulled away so every male in CID could try to talk him out of it. They seemed so happy, and Alex was the only one in the room not giving them stick about their happy news.

Alex found her thoughts, though, were entirely about Gene. The depth of her relief that she could still rely on him surprised her and she couldn't stop her gaze from wandering to her guv more often than she'd care to admit. Sometimes he'd look up and catch her eye, and she could swear the corners of his mouth would turn up, but he didn't speak to her the entire evening.

After a while she made her excuses and left, exhausted from the week's events, and the emotional turmoil it had put her through. Looking back through the restaurant as she left, she caught Gene staring at her, hands stuffed in his pockets, frowning. She waved lightly, and went up to her flat.

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"Mr. Hunt, what has happened between you and the lovely Ms. Drake?"

"Beer, Luigi."

"I have known you two for some time, and I have never seen her look at you with such an expression of joy on her face, yet you did not speak to her once the whole evening."

Yeah. He really blew it tonight. "She was probably just happy she didn't have to listen to your feeble attempts at matchmaking." Gene scowled and took his beer, wandering back over to the table of drunken CID members.

Luigi was right, though, he should have said something. He'd wanted to. But he couldn't think of what. She couldn't want him back, could she? It was good enough that they were back on the same side. He'd have to live with that.

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Alex was in the bathroom washing off her makeup when she heard the knock. At this hour it could only be two people. Or someone she didn't want to see.

"Who is it?"

A familiar grunt. "Me. Open up."

Alex laughed as she opened the door. Gene stood in the hall, shirt open at the neck, his tie long ago discarded. She resisted a sudden urge to curl her hands around his neck, press her mouth against his skin. It was difficult.

Gene took a short breath. She really was smiling at him. "I, um..." Why was he here. "I reckon I owe you an apology." He stood in the hall. Would she ask him in?

"An apology? For what? You don't apologize, Gene." She opened the door wider, making room for him to move past her. "Would you like to come in for a drink?"

He nodded and stepped through the door. Alex caught his scent as he walked past and closed her eyes for a moment, imagining him touching her.

"Well, no, I don't. Sometimes though." He turned in the kitchen, looking her up and down. Alex shivered. "For everything. For the other night." He paused, looking away. "For not trusting you when I should have." He shrugged.

"Gene" she put her hand on his arm, smiling up at him again. "You did what you felt you had to do. I should have trusted you. I won't make that mistake again, I promise." She looked up into his eyes and his body lit from the inside. "Now," she turned to the cabinet. "Would you like scotch or red wine? I've got the good stuff – not from downstairs."

He nodded and stood next to her while she pulled two glasses out of the cabinet. "Open?" She handed him the bottle. Gene fiddled with the bottle and managed to uncork it without too much damage. Alex smiled.

"You laughin' at me again?" Gene followed her into the living room, sitting close to her on the sofa. He didn't want her to be far away.

"Of course not, Gene." She smiled and bit her lower lip as he poured the wine and handed her the glass.

Alex raised hers toward him "To trusting each other."

Gene pouted. "Yeah, OK." He hoped she could forgive his behaviour the other night. He didn't want to ask.

They sat silently on the sofa for a few moments, but Gene couldn't take it. "So, uh, Chris 'n Shaz. They seem happy." He looked at her, drowning in her big eyes. She'd taken off her makeup and looked different. Gene felt his insides turn over.

Alex giggled. "Yes. I think they'll be very happy. They're both so sweet, and Chris has a good heart. Shaz should be able to keep him in line."

"He tries hard." Gene paused. "And what d'you mean by 'in line'? Women. Always trying to keep a bloke 'in line'."

Alex rolled her eyes for effect, but the tone in his voice told him he was just teasing. Did she really know him that well? It felt like it. She might as well wind him up.

"Oh, come on Gene. Men are only looking for a women to tell them what to do. Most can't wait until they find one who's willing. Takes all the pressure off you." Alex raised her eyebrows teasingly and sipped at her wine.

"Someone to run yer bloody life's more like it." He scoffed, but the corners of his mouth curled up, and Alex found herself leaning a bit closer.

Her movement wasn't lost on Gene, an he finished his glass of wine, and set it on the table, slipping his arm over the back of the sofa and around her shoulder as he sat back, twisting slightly to face her. He desperately hoped his todger wouldn't give him away.

They teased each other pleasantly for a while, Alex leaning her elbow against the back of the sofa to prop her head up, and shifting one leg under her so she could face Gene. Why hadn't he kissed her? She couldn't stop looking at his mouth, his throat. He must have noticed. The urge to put her lips on him was overwhelming, and she could feel her entire body pulsing with desire. Every time she thought he was close he'd go off on another topic. Maybe she was reading him all wrong.

"You know Drake," He refilled his glass again. It was all he could do to keep from touching her, kissing her, shagging her senseless right there on the sofa. "To be serious for a minute – Mack's got it in for you." And the way she kept looking at him, he was sure she wanted him to. Every time he thought he was ready he froze.

"Me? If he finds out what you're doing you'll be in a worse place than Margate, that's for sure." She sipped from the glass that he handed her. One more glass of wine and she was likely to take matters into her own hands.

"What could be worse than Margate?" Gene scowled.

"Slough."

Gene glared at her. "Thanks for the optimism, Drake. But I'm not joking here. You have to be careful."

"So do you, Gene. And we have to get him."

Gene nodded, leaning toward the coffee table and twirling the wine glass between his fingers. He didn't want to tell her that if Supermac found out there was something happening between them her life could be in danger. Or both of their lives. His probably already was. Maybe they shouldn't take the risk. Gene set his glass down on the table and stood up.

"It's late. I should go home."

"What?" Alex stood, facing him. "Go home?" She looked at her feet. "Oh. OK. I mean, I thought...no, OK." She couldn't look at him and stuck her hands in her back pockets to keep from touching him.

Shit. She did want him to stay. "Alex. It's dangerous."

He watched her take a deep breath, her chest rising and falling. For a moment he was lost in the curve of her breast, the deep V neck of her jumper. He wanted to stay.

"Everything's dangerous, Gene. Everything you're doing – we're doing." She managed to hold his gaze. "You're not alone Gene." Tentatively she put a hand on his chest as she moved closer. "If we trust each other, we can do this."

The raw desire in her eyes, in her voice, was his undoing. Pulling her close with one hand behind her head Gene covered her mouth with his, slid his tongue along hers as her lips parted eagerly, welcoming him. With her hand inside his shirt, resting on his flesh Alex could feel the low growl building in his chest. She could feel him hard as he pulled her close, his mouth working hers, claiming whatever was left that he hadn't already.

Pulling apart, he touched his forehead to hers. "No one can know Alex. Anything. Not one slip up. Not yet. There's too much at stake."

Alex nodded, breathing hard, her face flushed, her skin prickling from the heat. "Bed, Gene."

"Wait, Alex." He saw her eyes, questioning. "Don't let me hurt you again."

"You didn't...you won't."

She curled his fingers into his and he followed her down the hall, into her bedroom. Sliding her hands under his jacket she pushed it smoothly off his shoulders, her mouth turning up to capture his as she unbuttoned his shirt.

"I like that much better when you do it Alex" he growled, his hands tugging at her jumper, pulling it over her head.

"Do you like this?" She kissed his chest, her tongue teasing over one nipple, then the other. He groaned in response as she kissed him lower, dropping to her knees and dragging her mouth over his stomach. Gene watched as she worked his belt, one hand stroking him gently through his trousers, the other pulling his zip. He watched as she tugged on his waistband, trousers and pants sliding off with one motion, his cock springing free, aching as she slowly drew it into her mouth.

Alex whimpered as she swallowed him, his flesh taut along her tongue, close to bursting. He grunted as she sucked him, licked his flesh. She didn't want to stop but did, Gene gasping as she released him, her breasts pushed against him as she stood. "Alex" he growled as his hands traveled her body, his face buried in her neck as he kissed and nipped at her ear, her shoulder. "Alex now."

She giggled as he fought with her belt, his frustration building. "What the 'ell is this and how do you get it off?"

She kissed his mouth, his chin. "If you're determined I'm sure you'll work it out."

"Bloody tear it off you" he tugged and pulled, and Alex guided his hands. Together they unhooked her belt, slipped off her jeans. Gene couldn't stop touching her and she gathered his shirt in her hands turning him around as she pushed him gently to the bed, crawling over him on all fours. They kissed, tongues eager, and he finally tugged the straps of her bra over her shoulders, unhooking it, pulling it off.

He had to look, to enjoy them full and bare for his eyes. Alex groaned, sighed as he slid his tongue over each peak, gently pulling them between his lips, his teeth, he briefly thought he could do this forever, her tits on his tongue as she rubbed herself, her clit along his length. The he felt her, taking him slowly, her hips dipping in short easy strokes until he was buried to the hilt, deliciously trapped. Gene opened his eyes and watched as she rode, gasping and sighing over him, eyes closed, her face twisted in ecstasy. He marveled at the sweat glistening on her skin, her throat, knowing he'd always see her like this, that he'd always be able to taste it, taste her. Alex shuddered and he wondered if she was close, if he could hold on. Not for much longer he thought as she fell onto him, her hips twitching raggedly against him. "Gene" she gasped, "oh, god, Gene." He groaned and moved with her, his own climax coming now in a rush he couldn't stop, hips thrusting, his cock desperately deep inside her. He didn't want it to end, it couldn't end, oh god he needed to come, he gripped her waist, held her tightly, as he felt her shaking, crying, as he exploded, his desire and pain and need etched into her, and hers into him.

Alex fell gently onto him, half laughing as he pulled her tight against him. He couldn't remember the last woman who had made him feel like this, had fucked him like she had, each time. It was different, she was different from any woman, any person, he'd ever been near. He hoped he wasn't putting her in any danger. Any more danger, anyway.

They lay together for a while in a post coital daze, not awake, but not asleep exactly, until Alex felt one of her legs tingle that it was time to move. Slowly she slid off him, but he kept her close, wrapping one arm around her waist.

"Mmmm, that was lovely." She kissed his chest lightly, her hand snaking over his stomach.

His voice was gruff, dusty. "Mmm, yeah. Was fantastic. You did all the bloody work." He sniffed. "Please make a habit of it, takes all the pressure off." Alex giggled. He idly wondered if she would ever stop giggling at him. Probably. He didn't want her to.

"I'm sure you'll get your chance to make it up to me."

"Oh, I don' know. I don' think I'll mind you doing all the work for a while." He grinned and caught her wrist as she went to slap him. Rolling them both over until they were facing each other, he kissed her warmly. "But Alex, I'm serious about being careful. You need to be extra careful."

"I will Gene, I promise. I'll be a good little soldier."

He shook his head. "Don't be too good, now. No one'll believe it if you're not bangin' on about every bloody case. I don't want you to stop it." She grinned again. "Now what are you grinnin' at? And the grinnin' at me has to stop. Unless we're naked."

"I never realized it before. Not exactly"

"What?"

"You like it when I challenge you Gene." She traced lines on his chin, over his shoulder.

He scowled. "No. I don't. But it wouldn't be like you to stop, so keep doin' it." He closed his eyes as she wriggled down, she kissed his neck, his collarbone. "And expect me to keep goin' on at you."

"Ooh I like the sound of that."

Gene felt her tongue flick against his skin, and the familiar ache between his legs as he grew hard again. "Not like that Bolls. I'll have to dress you down in front of Mack. He'll be looking for it."

"So how am I supposed to know if you're really angry at me or it's just for show?"

It was Gene's turn to grin. "You won't. I'll enjoy that."

"Well, then, it will just force me to look at every bollocking you give me as your own special Gene Hunt style foreplay."

"Foreplay? You are a twisted bird."

She laughed again, and this time he couldn't help smiling as she gently tugged his lower lip between her teeth. "You would prefer this, Mr. Hunt?" She slid a hand between his legs, stroking his fully formed erection.

"I think we're a bit past foreplay, Bolls." He leered, rolling her onto her back, kissing her everywhere.