Hey peeps, Please accept my apologises, for taking forever publishing the next chapter, i try to always stay two ahead of what i have published online, Chapter 8 was proving somewhat problematic, hence the delay. Anyway, as normal, many thanks to the regular reviewers and once again, a glass/bottle/ crate of house rubbish to my beta Sarah.

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Chapter VI

Glacing at the arrivals board for what felt like the hundredth time, Gene noted that Alex's train had arrived and was now sitting at platform six. Great! Here goes nothing', one easy way to make a complete twat out'ter yerself. You jus' remember tha' yer pretending and everything will be ok.

Ray had joined Gene underneath the departures board. They had been there almost forty minutes and there had been no sign of Yorkson.

"Do yer think 'e's gonna show Guv?" Ray asked. It had been a good couple of months since the team had a big collar. The idea that they might actually be able to nail Yorkson was almost too good to be true, especially after what he had done in Manchester.

"I don't 'ave a soddin' clue Raymondo. Yorkson's a sick and twisted piece of shit and I wouldn't put it past the bastard to 'ave fed the snout the wrong information," Gene paused while he lit another cigarette. Inhaling the smoke, Gene surveyed the concourse looking for Alex, when Ray almost choked on his own cigarette smoke.

"Bloody nora…. I wouldn't mind bein' her wounded soldier!" Focusing on the object of Ray's comment, Gene noticed the dark haired nurse heading across the platform. Ray was already stubbing out his cigarette when Gene grabbed his arm.

"I really wouldn't if were you," Gene paused. It didn't matter that he couldn't see her face, he knew those legs a mile off. Normally they would have been covered in skin tight denim, now they were only protected by the thinnest layer of nylon tights.

"Seriously Guv, she would bandage me up nicely." Ray didn't have any idea why the Guv was being such an arse. Normally he would have just let him get on with it.

"I don't care, Carling." Pulling Ray up by his surname, made it all too aware that Gene meant business. "Besides, that is my wife you are talking about!" Jaw gaping, Ray turned back to face the nurse, who now, sure enough was his DI. Dressed in full nurses out-fit, Ray nearly had a heart attack.

"But Guv…I …she…" Walking off before he said anything else that may incriminate himself at a later stage of drunkenness, Ray left Gene to welcome home his 'bride.'

You can do this. You are married for Christ's sake. You have to do this so no one gets suspicious. Looking up and locking eyes with Gene, Alex felt her stomach flip. It was the worst case of the butterflies that she'd had in a long time. Oh seriously woman, stop with the hot flashes. This man completely and utterly humiliated you in front the entire CID. Pretend and everything will be fine. Feeling her hands being to shake and her palms suddenly get very warm, Alex knew the next five minutes were going to be difficult.

Beaming broadly at Gene, she showed the rest of the world how happy that she was to see her husband. As the distance closed between them, Alex hoped that he took her into one of his bear hugs, so her plan of surprise would work.

"Gene!" Alex could play the part when she wanted to. Flinging her self gracefully at him, her wish was answered. Enveloping her into a bear hug, Alex could smell the aftershave and the cigarette smoke, which brought back the memories of her earlier fantasy. Releasing her just a little, Alex decided it was now or never. Stroking his face as though she was reacquainting herself with its lines and frowns, Alex leaned up on her tip toes and kissed him. Unsure of how he was going to react; Alex was soft and gentle. Her lips melted into Gene's as he softened towards her.

Gene hadn't quite registered what was happening. His body knew and definitely understood, but his brain was taking it's time to catch up. There she was one minute, walking across the platform, her hair neatly pinned into place, the nurses uniform hugging her figure. She said that I would approve of her "costume", damn bleedin' right I approve. Bolly in a nurses outfit… definitely a sight worth rememberin'!! She looks gorgeous, sexy down right just… But the one thing that Gene wasn't expecting was the smile. There it was, spread across her face, so plainly for the whole station to see that she was happy to see him. She's gotta be playin' along wit' this one. She looked pissed off at Luigis! Maybe she's forgiven me? I mean she 'ad ter know I was prattin' around...right? The call of his name, the way that she fitted neatly into this arms. It seemed as though she wasn't pretending. The one thing that he had wanted more than anything, and here he was getting it. yer'd know if you were getting' off 'er! He had almost kissed her, more like plant yer lips on 'ers, tryin ter keep 'er alive, when he had pulled her out the meat freezer, but she had opened her eyes; and yet here they both were, kissing in public, in front of everyone. She definitely 'as forgiven yer! Bolly Knickers dressed as a Nurse, smooching with the Gene Genie, knew she couldn't resist for long!

With her head screaming a million different things, her body wanting something else entirely, and her ever cautious mind telling her this was all going to go wrong, Alex braked away from Gene. My god! Even as she remained silent, her head was swimming. There had been no way that she could ever have know he was that good of a kisser. He is amazing! However the cautious side of her knew that if she allowed her feelings for Gene come to the surface, the thin line between reality and fantasy could get very blurred. This is an undercover operation. Nothing more, nothing less. You can not allow your feeling for this man cloud your judgement. Looking up, Alex had no idea how Gene was going to react, he had certainly not rejected her. Breathe, you just have to keep breathing. Waiting for what seemed like an eternity, Alex could do nothing but stop and stare at him. At least I can now. Not like in the office, with Skelton and Carling gorping at me. I never realised, just how beautiful his eyes are.

Taking a step back, Gene's expression was that of confusion. He had some idea of what just happened. Gloriously happy on the inside, Gene knew better than to play all his cards at once. Christ on a flammin' bike. If he let her know how he truly felt, then there was room for rejection and he had been through that once already.

"Bloody 'ell Bolls! Do yer greet all yer senior officers like tha'? Gene knew it had come out wrong the moment he had opened his mouth. Twat, now she think yer didn't enjoy it! Hiding the sting of his comment, Alex backed up. Great, now he just thinks I'm a floosy!

"Not at all Gene, just thought I would play the part. How convincing would we be if we just hugged?" Alex sounded so nonchalant, as though she didn't care. Lets just hope Yorkson's here. I want him nicked and in the cells by tea time. The idea of playing husband and wife had been so appealing yesterday. Sitting at her desk fantasising about holding hands and kissing. But now, now that she was there holding his hand, kissing him in public, Alex felt confused, torn, worried even. With fantasies, they remained just that, a fantasy. They remained hidden, with the body and conscience mind having control in masking the signals of lust or desire. But now that she had to play the part where these signals and fantasises were a reality, Alex had the sudden urge to run and hide.

Taking Gene's offered arm, they walked through the station chatting quietly between themselves. Alex had spotted Chris and Shazza, who had now had her suspicions about her two senior officers confirmed. Chris, who most of the time is as useful as a fruit bat, could understand the logic behind Shazza suspicions.

"Just look at them." Shazza had cooed, when Alex had made her way across the concourse towards Gene. Chris, who was supping the last of his pint, turned to watch the couple meet. Almost spraying Shazza with beer, Chris choked down the last mouth full of beer.

"They…they are bleedin' good actors them two!" Shazza just laughed

"Don't be daft! Can't you see that they both love each other? He hasn't looked at another woman since we arrived here this morning. Look at Ray, he can hardly contain himself. But the Guv, he has only got eyes for one woman." Letting what Shazza had said sink in, Chris could sort of now see what his girlfriend was talking about! Reading Chris like a book, Shazza helped him along with there theories.

"The Guv has to be the one to rescue her. Look when there was that Post Office blag, by Chas Cale. He could have sent you and Ray to get Ma'am from the meat freezer, but instead he went himself. The Guv has to rescue her. He's her knight in shinning armour!" Shaz had spotted it from day one, the way Gene would run off to save her.

"So the Guv and DI Drake…they might…you know…get together after this then?" Shazza had her ideas.

"Possibly baby. There is no way that they will be able to hide their feelings from each other, not with having to pretend to be husband and wife and having to play the part, so to speak, in front of other people." Chris drained his pint and looked out over the concourse. There was The Guv and DI Drake all dressed up and then there was Ray eying up all the girls. It was no different than being at Luigis'. Except, something didn't sit right with him. Chris stood up from his table, leaning over and giving Shazza a kiss whilst at the same time telling her to stay where she was, he headed for the gents toilets. It was out of direct sight but would give him enough of a view not to be seen from the outside. It was like trying to find Wally, on a where's the 'sicko maniac murdering' Wally page. Chris could feel someone watching him, as though there were eyes everywhere. Trying to shake the feeling, Chris scanned the floor. So many people were to-ing and fro-ing, watching it for too long was going to make him sick. It was the quick eyes that saw it. One minute it was gone and then back again. The limp. It was the 'abnormality' as DI Drake put. "It's the one thing that is going to make him stand out from the rest of the crowd." Watching people's legs, he saw it again. There leaning against the ticket booth, was the most wanted man in London. He was staring at something. A disgusting smirk was lying across his face, as thought everything was going to his plan. As Chris' brain fast forwarded the whole scene in his head, his body was a little slow on the up take. Forcing his legs to move, Yorkson started to limp towards the Guv. Trying so hard not to make a scene or make a show out of what he was doing, Chris walked over to where Ray is stood oggling a group of university students. Catching his eye, Chris stared Ray, his eyes as wide as saucers to let him know there is something seriously wrong. Catching Chris' drift, Ray whirls round and zones in on the limp on the other side of the concourse. Yorkson has taken the bait and is heading straight for it. Gathering up a couple of plain clothes, they try and intercept Yorkson.

"Yer not gonna kill them two, I can assure yer o' that." Ray mutter under his breath. As Ray tried to gain speed, more passengers got in his way. He could see Yorkson gaining on them. Shouting was gonna get him nowhere. Yorkson was more than likely armed and a shoot up in Euston station would just be up his alley. Pushing through the crowd, Ray wanted nothing more than to run, shouting at the top of his lungs, telling the bastard that he was gonna rot in jail for a very long time, but with less then thirty meters to go; his view was blocked.

"Ah, ah, ah." The cocky, irritating voice belonged to some who had not been seen in almost a year. "Layton, yer miserable bastard, wha' d'yer want?" Layton, who was dress as a ticket conductor leaned into Ray's ear.

"I wouldn't make a scene if I were you Detective. See, You're gonna allow Mr. Yorkson to have a little chat with your Guv and his beautiful new wife, because if you don't, there is going to be one more dead person on your hands."

Nodding towards his right, Ray's eyes moved over the concourse. It stood out like a hooker on the morning bus, Shazza stood upright, with some low life scumbag holding a revolver to her head.

"Now, unless you want to bury your lovely lady friend, I would stay where you are!" Smiling at Ray, Layton backed away and headed into the crowd. Ray turned to Chris, who had headed off back to Shazza, cursing himself for leaving her.

"Shit!" Ray swore loud enough to incurred the warning stare from a couple of mothers. Disregarding their looks and mumbled comments, Ray back looked across the crowd, he could see The Guv and DI Drake talking to each other; looking at each other as though they really were in love. But that soon changed to the look of disgust and hatred. Yorkson was now prodding The Guv with whatever weapon he had hidden under his coat. The Guv wasn't taken to be bossed around by scum, he was arguing back, but something stopped him from throwing a quick couple of swift ones right on Yorkson's chin. Whereas Layton was no where to be seen.

Knowing that this was about to go incredibly and horribly wrong, but on the same hand very well, Ray was stuck. He couldn't approach them, without giving way their presence to Yorkson, but yet, DI Drake had warned him that if they were 'discovered' then it worked to their advantage.

"Don't worry Ray," Alex had told him in the office a few days ago. "If we are taken by Yorkson then it works to our advantage as well," Ray just sat there and smoked, while Chris was trying to get his head round how it was going to plan out.

"If me and the Guv are taken, then not only do we get an insiders knowledge on how Yorkson is now operating, but we also get to see who he is working with. The thefts, burglaries. We all know they are linked, but we just don't know have the missing piece. If I understood what you have told me about Yorkson correctly, then he will want to brag to The Guv about his latest achievements. With this in our pockets, it will good as seal the case when it gets to court."

Heading out behind them, but at the same time keeping his distance, Ray wanted to watch them get in the van. "Vans are easier to rent and they easier to shove people into the back of so they'll take us captive in one of thoese." Even though she spoke some right weirdo pyschobabble, sometimes, it was worth listening to.

Watching Yorkson point the gun at Alex's head, Ray just knew Gene wasn't gonna stand for it. He squared up to him, shouting at Yorskon, getting in the way, putting the gun between himself and Alex. "Always bleedin' protectin' 'er!" That didn't work very well, when one of Yorkson's hence men cracked Gene across the face. Shoving them in the back, Alex tried to tend to Gene's face, playing the dutiful wife and nurse, but the same man that had smacked Gene yanked her away him. Shouting at the man, that he needed to be looked at, he backhanded her across the face. Gene was off the floor before Alex could register what was happening, he punched the guy square in the jaw, sending him reeling back into the van. Yorkson had obviously had enough of Gene's bravado and point the gun straight had Gene's head. Yorkson was yelling, the way that someone yells when it's not quite going to plan.

Ray now suddenly felt scared. There he was watching his bosses having guns pointed at their heads and there was nothing he could do about it. They were too in the open, the undercover uniform were still inside the station. Fat lot of bleedin' good they were. He was the boss now. It was all down to him to get them back. Snatching the pen and paper out the nearest yuppies' hand, then promptly telling him to 'get'a life an' a real job', Ray scribbled everything down he could see, the van, the colour, the partly covered registration plate, the clothes they were wearing. "Every minute detail is important in a case like this." Alex's voice was swirling round his head. Watching The Guv and DI Drake manhandled into the back of the van, Ray knew the clock was now ticking as he watched the van speed away from the station. Standing in line as though he was a just another passenger, Ray looked down at his notes.

"Well, it's all down ter yer now Ma'am. I 'ope yer right."