After finishing their discussion, Ray and Alex decided that they needed to change out of their sweaty clothes and into some fresh ones.

"Wahey Ma'am, I get to look at you naked," Ray grinned, waggling his eyebrows at her.

"Don't even think about it, Carling," Alex spat, grabbing a clean shirt from the wardrobe and locking herself in the bathroom. After a quick wash of Ray's grubby face and a change of shirt, she decided that would have to do. No way was she dealing with the trousers and boxers scenario just yet.

Ray however had different ideas towards Alex's modesty.

Alex walked in to find Ray standing there as Alex in her knickers and bra, hands all over her body's breasts and arse.

"RAY CARLING!" Alex fumed as Ray jumped out of his skin. "Once you've quite finished having a jolly good grope, would you like to put some clothes on?!"

"Yes Ma'am," Ray blushed, diving into the wardrobe. Alex stalked out in disgust and sat on the sofa. She tried to cross her legs, recognised the searing pain and then decided otherwise.

"Bloody men," Alex spat. "RAY, hurry UP. I would quite like to arrive at CID this side of Easter, thank you!"

A few minutes later, Ray emerged from the bedroom and Alex's eyes almost popped from their sockets.

"No," she said forcefully, "no, no and a million times no. Get back in that bedroom and change into something more respectable!"

Ray had gone for a skirt that barely covered her arse and a long-sleeved red blouse with a deep V, showing way too much cleavage. With heeled ankle boots, she looked unbelievably tarty.

"You look good, Ma'am," Ray winked.

"What I look like is a flipping prostitute," Alex retorted, "where my normal jeans. Black boots. Keep the blouse because it'll take you another century to get changed if you get another look at my chest. Just for God's sake put my white leather jacket over it."

Finally, Alex and Ray were ready to leave the flat. With a quick glance out of the windows, they dashed out.

"Why the rush anyway, Ma'am?" Ray frowned.

"I think you should be referring to me as Ray," Alex hissed, "otherwise we'll both be carted off in the loony bin. Anyway, you know perfectly well what it will look like if anyone sees you and me coming out of my flat together in the morning."

"They'll think I'm screwing yer," Ray grinned.

"Exactly," Alex sighed as they began their walk.

"Hey, how'd you get to CID every morning anyway, Ma'am – Ray?"

"I walk."

"Walk?"

"Yes. It's that little thing called exercise."

Ray grunted in disgust. It was clear that he didn't think much to walking.

"And try not to swing your arms so much, you're making me look like a man!"

"Well stop wigglin' yer arse and I won't look like a poof! Then its happy days all round!"

At long last, the pair finally made it into CID, hoping to be the first in to avoid awkward. Unfortunately someone had beat them to it, emerging from his office with a glass of scotch.

"Bolly and Raymondo, arriving together I see?"

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Doctor Marsh was one of the first to arrive at the hospital that morning. He had just released a very scatty DI Alex Drake, and a smirk came to his lips at the memory. How amusing it had been, watching her and DS Carling in all their confusion.

"Up kind of early today ain't ya?" came a sunny laugh from behind him. Doctor Marsh turned round to see a stunning blonde smiling at him.

"Ready for another big day?" she purred, strutting over to him. "Saving lives? Recovering patients? Helping –" she thrust her face closer to his "– damsels in distress?"

"Honey, you're no damsel in distress," Doctor Marsh laughed softly, "in fact, you're quite the opposite."

"Well then," the girl breathed, drawing herself closer still, "if I'm not worth your time or energy…I guess I better…" Her lips were an agonising millimetre away from his lips…

"Go." And with that, the blonde woman stalked out of the room.

"Oh come on!" Doctor Marsh groaned in frustration. He sighed and got back to work. It was going to be a long day.

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"Guv," Ray said, sweating, "it's not what it looks like…I was just…that is to say…"

"I picked DI Drake up from the hospital, Guv," Alex cut in, sniffing disgustingly in what she hoped was a manly way. "Bein' the man. YEAH, the man. You know what we men are like 'ey Guv." And with that, she gave Gene a friendly punch on the arm. Ray closed his eyes in exasperation. Gene looked as if he was trying to figure out the logic of Santa Claus not being real.

"Yer know what, Raymondo," Gene said finally, "when I want a thump on the arm –" Gene punched Alex, and quite hard too "– I'll bloody well ask for one! Now get to work!"

Alex nodded, wincing in pain as she rubbed Ray's muscular arms. Ray himself was now banging his head on the wall.

"Why?" he gasped melodramatically.

A/N: Slightly shorter chapter, sorry about that guys :( hope you still likeeee and R&R! and many thanks to those who have already reviewed, added to favourites or story alerted! Really means a lot (: thanks again love to all x