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A.N: I don't own A2A
Chapter II
After endless hours trying to come up with a real plan, Alex had finally managed to get the foundations of the operation in place. CID knew that Yorkson hung around the train and tube stations, but being able to target the right place was proving difficult. The boys had gathered all their snouts; pushing and squeezing them for information, but most of them scampered as soon as they heard Yorkson's name.
"Guv," both Chris and Ray called, they had just arrived back from meeting their informants. If any of them gave information, Chris and Ray would be the first to know.
"Well, what is it Chris?" Gene Hunt was tired and in the need of a very large whiskey, he certainly didn't have time for Chris to drag this out.
"The usual snouts gave us nothin' we didn't already know. Said that he was braggin' about picking someone big, but never mentioned 'oo. The snout reckons 'e's 'eading to Euston tomorrow." Chris finally had stopped talking. Alex was clearly pleased because they now had a place and a time; all they had to do now was catch him. That's easier said than done Alex. You have to pretend that you're in a relationship with your boss, that you're married for god's sake.
"Excellent news. Bolly, what you got? Managed to work out how we're gonna catch this bastard?" Meeting his gaze, Alex tired so very hard not stare. There was something about his eyes that just captured her, forgetting all about the present and the past, lost in that steely blue gaze.
"Well, with that information from Chris and Ray, we can formulate a real plan. Plain clothes will be in the station, just on the lookout. Seeing how Ray isn't taking part in the undercover side of everything, he can head up the plain clothes. We need someone who knows what he looks like now; he might have changed his whole image since you last say him. Once we have eyeball on Yorkson, there is two ways that this could play out," Alex paused, waiting for her words to sink in. This operation could either go brilliantly, and Yorkson is locked up in time for a glass of wine in Luigis', or it could all go horribly wrong.
"We know that Yorkson watches his victims from afar, carefully deciding who is going to be next," Alex was pacing in front of her desk, going through her plan in her head. She had the whole thing sorted out; it was just the final details that would need refining. "Chris and Shazza, you are going to head up from the Underground and walk through the main concourse. Gene, you and I are going to be a little more in his face," Gene didn't like the idea of that. In 'is face? Wha' the 'ell is that supposed to mean?
"Drake, what's going on in that brain of yours?" Although he has agreed to play her husband, Gene didn't know whether it was going to be as straight forward as it first seemed. Whether he could pretend and then go back to everything being normal, it just wasn't going to be easy. What happens if we end up in bed? That'll really go down will with the Super! "Sir, the reason for me shaggin' my DI is because we were undercover. We simply had to play the part" No he wouldn't like that. Breaking Gene away from his reverie was Alex as she began to explain the proposed plan in a little more detail.
"I will be arriving in Euston on a local train," she began. "Gene, you'll be waiting for me on the platform. Chris and Shazza, you are gonna be heading up from the Underground, because you are supposedly meeting friends. Now the key to this operation is to look happy, you're in love after all. Once Ray spots Yorkson, he will let one of the plods know. They will then give us a slip as to where he is, and from there, we are on our own," Alex said, pausing to make sure they knew their roles. "As we know, Yorkson only picks his couples because they are happily married and for no other reason. Questions?" she finished, looking around the room. Gene shifted in his seat, clearly uncomfortable. Christ. Here's a question for yer Bolls, why me?
Once Alex had gone over the plan, making sure that everyone knew their roles, CID headed for Luigi's to chill out and have a drink before the big day. Most of the squad headed for the back table while Chris and Shaz found a booth in the corner. Shaz welcomed the idea of going undercover, thought it made her one of the team, but Chris, he just wanted her to be safe, the concern and worry etched across Chris' face, his protective arm held Shaz that little tighter. Ray was content with trying to chat up the long legged brunette that had just transferred in to work with A Division and Alex and Gene were sat up by the bar staring into their respective drinks, each of them in their own little world.
"Gene?" Alex asked, her voice quiet and soft. The way he looked at her, the way he would undress her with his eyes, it was unbearable. She would find herself staring at his hands and his arms, imagining him running them cross her body. She shifted in her seat. Struggling with the urge to drag him by the tie, up the 67 steps to her apartment and allow the fantasies that were surrounding them both to come to life. Jesus Alex! Could your mind get any further into the gutter?
"Yes Bolly?" He replied, Gene couldn't hack the silence any more. All the ideas and fantasies in his head were beginning to make him go crazy or horny or both. Swilling his whiskey round the glass, he waited for her reply. The tilt of her head, the way her eyes would rest on him, as if she could see exactly what he was thinking was enough to make him go mad.
"What do you think about tomorrow? Do you think that our plan will work against a bastard like Yorkson?" Alex honestly didn't know. She had never met Yorkson, but she knew that he wasn't stupid. He didn't like being fooled; he thought he was cleverer than everyone else, that he was somehow more superior. The murder of his wife had shown that. It showed how he believed he was the powerful one, that he was the one in control. But if their plan worked, then the power balance shifted back into Gene's favour, back to where it belonged.
"Yer know what Bolls, I don't know," he said. For once Gene didn't know if their little undercover operation was going to ensnare the crazed psychotic madman that was running around London. Yorkson had been a very large pain in the GMP's backside, including Gene's. He had managed to escape prosecution for the murders of the three children and the snout in Manchester, which just made Gene all the more determined to catch him. "'e weren't the easiest bastard to catch when we were up north. If 'e were unlucky enough t'be caught; 'e always 'ad the most expensive brief. Either tha' or they were scared shitless."
Alex stared into the bottom of her glass. The whole idea of being in Luigi's was to get away from the operation that loomed over their heads, but the more she tried to not think about it, the more she found flaws in her plan. What happens if this goes wrong? What happens if he doesn't pick me or Gene, or Chris and Shaz? What happens if... Alex's inner confidence bashing was interrupted by Gene.
"Huh? Sorry, I was miles away. What were you saying?" She asked. Draining her glass, she locked eyes with Luigi, signalling that she wanted some more wine.
"I was just wonderin' if we were gonna 'ave different names. You know like code names," said Gene It sounded incredibly stupid, but he wanted to know. He wanted to know if she planned on pretending to be his wife with a different name, or whether she wanted to pretend to be his wife, to be Mrs Hunt. Taking his name made it a bit more real.
"Oh, well I hadn't thought about that really. I knew there was something that I had missed," LIAR LIAR PANTS ON FIRE!! Of course you had thought about it. You just hadn't mentioned it, because you didn't know how he'd feel calling yourself Mrs. Hunt! Alex continued to stare at the empty glass as if it was suddenly going to give her the answer. Lifting her head, Gene was back to staring into his whiskey. He was incredibly silent considering he could potentially have the biggest collar of the month standing on his doorstep.
"Well, given that you and Yorkson have history together, there's no way that you could change your name. Maybe I could get one of the lads from A Division to stand in your place and I could work with them," Alex suggested. Gene's head snapped up. She wants to replace me with a ponce from A Division? Not piggin' likely.
"No Bolls, I think the fact Yorkson does know my face will work in our favour. You could be the new Mrs. Hunt. He never met the ex, never knew I was married I don't think and if he did, then that's fair enough and well I'm sure you can pick out something believable from that pretty 'ead of yours if we get in ter trouble." Gene flashed her, his 'Gene Genie' smile that made her go weak at the knees just to seal the deal.
You happy now? You are unofficially Mrs. Hunt! Alex smiled. She knew the logic behind Gene's idea and the only reason she had mentioned A Division was to provoke a reaction from him. "Okay, brilliant. Of course he knows you and it would be pointless for us having different names! If he knows your face and you are calling yourself Gene Schwarzenegger, he's bound to know we're up to something." Deciding against another glass of wine, Alex rose from her seat. It was late and with them heading out tomorrow, she decided an early night was the best idea.
"Yer leavin' already Bolls? You ain't even 'ad a bottle?" he said, a hint of sadness in his eyes. Gene didn't want her to leave. Yer going soft Hunt. Get over yerself! Alex smiled tiredly at him. Placing her hand on his cheek, they both could feel the electricity shooting through the pair of them. Alex smile deepened a little.
"I'd like to stay Gene but I'm feeling a little hazy. Got to have a clear head ready for tomorrow if I want our plan to work." Leaning close to him, the electricity that was coursing through her hand and all around her body intensified. Gene's aftershave still had the same effect on her no matter what time of day it was.
Kissing him gently on the other cheek, Alex felt him breathe in sharply. "Goodnight Mr. Hunt." Bidding everyone else a good night and reminding them that it was an early start, Alex slipped out the door and up the stairs to her flat.
Gene just remained exactly where he had been. Not moving a single muscle since she had left her mark. She kissed you. Tha' gotta mean somethin'? Shaking away the thoughts and ideas that followed a kiss, Gene finished his whiskey.
Getting up from his chair, he loudly reminded the rest of CID that they were all on duty tomorrow and that if any of them turn up smelling like a brewery, he would then personally see to it that they would never have the ability to drink alcohol again. After a chorus of "Yes Guv" and "Good night Guv", Gene decided it was in fact time for him to head home as well.
His thoughts were as incoherent as the first corner of the Monaco GP. So many things were bussing round his head. As he headed for his car, the cigarette smoke lingered in the air, like the thoughts that buzzed around his head.
Climbing into the driver's seat, his gloved hands resting on the steering wheel, Gene closed his eyes. He imagined her still holding his face; the way she had so softly and gently kissed his cheek. How the bleedin' 'ell did you get 'ere? He knew how and the exact reason why. Looking up, he saw the lights in the flat go out. Starting the engine, the purr of the Audi filling the street, Gene hesitantly paused, unsure why he was staring, unsure why he was hoping that she would lean out the window and invite him inside. Shaking away the thoughts, he pushed the car into gear.
"Goodnight Mrs. Hunt," he whispered. Without saying anything else he left; deciding to head to one more place that would make this whole operation that little more believable, before he went home.