Hello Again. I Am So Sorry I Abandoned You But My Laptop Broke And It Had All My Fics On It So I Have Put Up This Short Chapter As A Grovelling Apology. I Will Most Definitely Get My Arse In Gear Now On Both My Fics.

Thanks To xx-EnglishRose-xx For Your Message So This Is For And Because Of You =) x

She looked up at him guiltily, biting down on her lower lip slightly and he was mesmerised.

Trying to focus on the crap that comes out her mouth and not being distracted by her face along with her other...*Cough*...attributes is a dangerously difficult task.

He thought while trying to make sense of "my eggs are on fire".

What.. What the.. Oh fuck it. This woman is so bloody confusing.

"One day Alexandra Drake the crap that comes out of your mouth will magically transform into some sort of language that us 'normal folk' can understand." Using speech marks to piss her off as she had done on the day they had met.

"Well Gene Hunt it is simple enough I said that because literally my eggs are on fire." She quipped as she turned around to turn off the cooker. "Or some people could call it burning. But that is besides the point."

Oh. She meant it literally. Please don't ask what I was thinking. Please don't ask what I was thinking. Please don't ask what I was thinking. Crap she has that look on her face.

"Gene."

Crap. Crap. Crap.

"What did you think I meant." She said with a cynical eyebrow raised.

He sniffed and straightened up slightly, attempting to keep his mask on. "Nothing."

"Really?" Her eyes bored into him, like she was searching around his internal organs and prodding them with a long stick looking for answers.

"Course." He said shuffling his feet.

He watched as a small, playful smile crept onto her face and she shuffled closer her eyes still locked onto his face.

"Are you sure Gene?"

She wants a stare off she will get one.

He stared back. Determined to win this one he squared his shoulders and leant over her slightly to intimidate her. But it seemed to encourage her. She shuffled forward.

Crap.

She tilted her head up.

Shit.

She pouted slightly.

Monkey. Crapping. Banana. Shit! Think. Fight or flight.

Her eyes widened slightly.

Take off.

If he was going to win he was going to do it properly. Holding his breath he moved in until his lips were at her ear.

"Very sure Bolls." He whispered and then he turned around swiftly and walked out the room; staggering slightly.

She stood still frozen in place by his actions. Until her lungs started to burn in their need for oxygen that she hadn't realised she had deprived them of. She breathed out heavily and staggered back to the counter for some much needed support. She did a mental check list.

Feet...Unsteady

Legs...Jelly

Hips...Don't ask

Stomach...Trampolining

Heart...Pounding

Face...Flushed

She raised a palm to her head. It was feverish.

Yeah. That's exactly it. I'm ill. Good. Phew was worried there for a minute...

I Will Be Back Soon With More Hopefully. Reviews Very Welcome =D

Rachel xx