Following the unsuccessful evening of staking out the pub, Gene and the rest of CID decided to enjoy a night's session of drinking at Luigi's from ten o'clock that night. Ray, feeling uncomfortable around Gene and guilty about making Alex cry, decided to sit with Shaz in an attempt to look more like their DI. Gene, Chris and the CID boys were making raucous jokes and slugging back the alcohol.
"So where's Ray then, Ma'am?" Shaz asked Ray, taking a sip of her drink.
"Don't know, don't care," Ray sighed.
"Oh. Don't know if its really any of my business, Ma'am, but rumour has it round CID that –"
"I am not in a relationship with DI – DS Carling," Ray corrected himself, "nor am I shaggin' him, giving him blowjobs or anything like that. Everyone's got it completely wrong."
Shaz raised her eyebrows. "If you say so Ma'am, but – bloody hell!"
Luigi's restaurant erupted with laughter, jeers and splutters.
"What?" Ray frowned, looking for the source of amusement.
"My God, what is he doing?" Shaz giggled. "Ma'am, Ma'am look at this!" Ray spotted what everyone was laughing at straight away. Standing in the middle of the restaurant, bold as brass, was Alex Drake. She was dressed in her red hooker outfit from the first day she arrived, complete with high-heels and stockings. Ray would have said she looked damn sexy – if it weren't for the small fact that she was in his body!
"What are you playing at?!" Ray thundered. "What the – you – me – in that!"
"Do you like it, DI Drake?" Alex sneered. "Think it rather suits me, wouldn't you agree, boys?"
"Bloody 'ell, Raymondo, yer as pissed as a rat's arse!" Gene snapped, holding back smirks. "Only that could make you look like King of the Twats!"
"That's where you're wrong, Guv," Alex grinned evilly, "I've been King of the Twats ever since the day I was born. Comes pretty natural really, doesn't it?"
The CID boys laughed openly and Ray's blood boiled.
"Yeah, and you know what else comes bloody naturally?" Ray announced, whipping the white leather jacket off and exposing Alex's cleavage, earning jeers of appreciation from the men. "Me bein' Queen of the Tarts! The last time I was flippin' innocent was when I popped out my mother's womb!"
Alex's jaw dropped when Ray all of a sudden was clambering on the tables. Luigi's music blared, egging Ray on. "So fellas, who's up for a little lap dance?"
"WHAT?" Alex shrieked as the CID lot roared in approval.
"Bolls, that's enough, you're pissed," Gene said firmly, grabbing Ray round the waist.
"Don't you tell me what to do," Ray shoved him. As the music flowed fittingly into a raunchy number, Ray began a striptease for the cheering men of CID.
"Signorina Drake!" Luigi said desperately. "Mr Hunt, you make her stop, yes? Nice lady like Signorina Drake should not be taking clothes off for the likes of men like this!"
"Oh put a cork in it, Luigi, and fetch me a bottle o' yer finest," Gene hushed him, watching in disbelief as whom he perceived as Alex Drake threw her top off completely, exposing satin-curved breasts and hopped down from the table to grind in the lap of one of the CID detectives.
"Lucky bastard," Gene muttered. He was just about to waltz over and drag Drake off them personally before marching her upstairs to bed, when he was shoved viciously by 'Ray' as he charged out the room. Of course, unknown to Gene, this was Alex, who then charged up the stairs towards her flat and collapsed, shaking with tears.
Gene followed, confused at what the hell was going on. "Raymondo, just what in God's name are you playin' at?" he ordered gruffly, staring down at Alex who was slumped against the flat door. "I mean – hey, are you…are you bloody crying?"
Alex looked up, staining Ray's manly face with floods of tears.
"It – it – it's not fair," Alex wept, taking huge gulps of air. Gene stood there, nonplussed. Ray Carling was slumped on the floor bawling his eyes out. Ray Carling. Bloody hell he must have drank a lot…
"Ray, what the hell has gotten into you?" Gene frowned, feeling more confused and awkward by the second.
"It's him," Alex blubbered, "it's – it's him and – because – because of him everyone – everyone – everyone thinks that I'm a c-complete s-slut!"
Gene's eyes widened. Bloody hell, he didn't need this.
"Well, er, if its any consolation, Raymondo," Gene coughed, "I don't think you're a complete slut."
Alex stared at Gene with Ray's now wide and teary eyes. "Thank you," she whispered. Alex stumbled to her feet, causing Gene to look quite alarmed. "Thank you," she repeated, "should have known I could always count on you."
And with that, Alex enveloped Gene in a huge hug, leaving him absolutely terrified.
Alex pulled back. "My Gene. My constant," she smiled. Gene stared at her.
"Right," he croaked, "um, yeah. I'm gonna put this down to drink. Night, Raymondo," he said hurriedly, backing down the stairs as quick as he could. Bloody hell!
It was then that Gene walked straight into Skyler May.
"Mush, you," Gene said stiffly, still feeling flustered from his little encounter upstairs, "you've been absolutely no 'elp over the last couple o' days. Two suspects yer can name won't bloody talk and yer waste our time tonight on another bogus stake-out!"
"I know, Gene," Skyler whispered, "and I came here to apologise. I am so, so sorry for my useless information. Is there any way I can make it up to you?"
Gene snorted. "If you're looking for a shag, love, I'm not your bloke."
"Why?" Skyler cut in. "Someone else?"
"You could say that," Gene said vaguely, shooting an involuntary gaze at Ray, whom he obviously thought was Alex. Ray was now parading about as Alex in her underwear, being leered at by every bloke in the restaurant, not just CID.
"She don't seem to have the time for you though, does she?" Skyler said seductively. "So tell me, do you have time for her?"
Gene stared the woman performing the striptease – the woman he thought had class, intelligence and dignity.
"No," he growled, taking hold of Skyler's hand, "I really don't."
A/N: . . . . :P don't hate me!!! I hate Skyler too, even though I made her up!! Lol R&R as always please (: thank you! x