Hello =). (Guilty Face) I Am Sorry For The Delay In Posting.
I Had Mocks, Then Christmas, Then Freedom! But My Muse Ran Away So I Had To Chase It With A Net By The Time I Caught It, It Was Knackered So Then I Had To Nurse It Back To Health And Then I Had More Exams...
I Would Say There Is No Excuse But Seen As I Have A Long List I Wont Bother.
I Am Still Having Exams And Coursework =\ So Don't Be Too Expectant...Anyway Enjoy! =D
Her hand shook slightly as she reached for the cupboard that contained the miracle of paracetamol.
As soon as she was sorted she looked to the eggs to search for any sign that they were salvageable. Apparently not. They looked completely frazzled and worn out. So she took pity on them and threw them in the bin.
"Don't worry, I can't hurt you any more." She whispered as they fell into the dark depths of her kitchen bin.
Now I am talking to eggs. Great. I need to get some friends. Or a doctor. Or some pills. Or a pet. No bad idea. Maybe if I got a leash for Gene.
"Walkies Gene!" She thought as she cracked some more eggs into the frying pan and laughed to herself.
Oh God.
"Gene!"
"What!"
Save me from myself. Please.
"Breakfast is ready!"
Within seconds he was at her side and leaning on the counter.
"You said it was ready!" He moaned.
"It is ready I'm just dishing up."
"But that's not ready that's dishing up."
"Gene, you are so impatient. God I bet you were a right terror as a child."
"Bet I wasn't."
"Bet you were."
"Bet I wasn't."
"Bet you were." Putting bacon on a plate.
"Bet I wasn't."
"Bet you were." Sliding eggs onto the plate next to the bacon.
"Bet I wasn't."
"Oh Gene! Shut up and eat your food." She said shoving the plate at him.
"Yes Mam!" He said as he spun on his heel and padded out off the kitchen.
As she turned around to retort suddenly the toast popped up and made her jump. Her hand flew to her chest as the other gripped onto the counter to steady her swaying balance.
Stupid toaster. Just when I had the best comeback. You had to go and ruin it didn't you? Damn you. Damn you all.
She thought giving all her kitchen utensils evils.
I bet he thinks he is winning now. Ha! Wait. Let's think...
Pillow. 1-0 to me.
Jumping on me. 1-1.
Stare off. He won that one but then he staggered. Then again I wasn't in such amazingly good shape either... I'll call that 2-2.
Breakfast. He won that one as well. Stupid kitchen.
Right 3-2. Time to 'Crank It Up'.
There was no such time for 'Cranking'.
At 2:16 they had just finished their breakfast/brunch/lunch. Gene was wiping his mouth and not particularly succeeding, just as Alex opened her mouth to bite a remark at him. The telephone rang. It wasn't even a ring. The phone shrieked at her. Demanding that the phone should be answered immediately.
She let out a sigh and pinched the bridge of her nose as she rose to give the neglected phone – apparently – some much needed attention.
That is twice in..she checked her wristwatch and did some major mental maths..20 minutes. What is this? My own flat is ganging up on me. First the kitchen and now the living room. It's all too much of a coincidence...
She made a mental note to stop watching The X-Files late at night.
Finally her hand silenced the hysterical phone.
"Hello?"
"Hello Ma'am, can I talk to the Guv?" Viv.
"Yes, of course. How did you know he was here?"
"'Nature' called. According to zoologist Carling. He was last seen stalking prey up the steps to your flat." She giggled.
A shout echoed from the other room.
"Oi, Bolly! Get off the phone to your fancy man and do the washing up!"
She could practically hear Viv raise his eyebrows. "He's in a good mood."
"You know I think he quite is. Something tells me it won't last long. Am I right?"
"It's not good news." He sighed.
She held the phone away from her body and shouted back.
"Guv! The fancy man wants to talk to you." She heard Viv chuckle. It was just to good an opportunity to pass up.
"Just leave the rubber gloves on the sink thanks."
She called me Guv. It's the station. "Bollocks."
He thought that was bad enough.
"Just leave the rubber gloves on the sink thanks." Wait. I'm not wearing rubber gloves.
The word echoed inside of his head for half a second. Then realisation hit him like a massive conker dropping off a tree. She's on the phone. To Viv. He stormed into the living room to see Alex visibly shaking with laughter and biting down on her lip. He charged toward her like a crazed Rhino as she ran round the sofa with the phone to escape him.
"Yes he is...Yes...Yes they are pink." She shouted down the phone. He growled at her.
Suddenly she threw the phone down and ran giggling into the safety of her bedroom. Safe but not for long.
He snatched up the bright red phone from her sofa. The phone matched the light blush rising in his cheeks.
"Hey Guv, do you think you have a spare pair for my wife she needs some new ones.."
"Skip. I. Am. Not. A. Fairy. Gene Hunt does not wear rubber gloves and if I so much as hear one murmur of rubber gloves in CID I will dress you up as a zebra and personally inform some rabid lions that dinner is ready!" His voice was deadly as he silently dared Viv to make a joke at his expense. There was silence.
"Right..Um..Yes Guv..Uh..Sorry Sir."
"Good. Glad we got that sorted. Now Sergeant James are you intending to keep me on the phone all day or is there a particular reason you are calling me on a Sunday."
End Of Chapter! I Am Sorry If There Was Mistakes And Other Such Stuff It Appears To Be 2 In The Morning Again.
Until Next Time. Rachel xx
P.S 'Nature' Was A Wildlife Program Shown In 1982. Richard Attenborough Style. Just In Case You Were Confused. =)