Author – MeganBellaRoseBlack

Rating – T

There is only so much entertainment someone with an overly complex mind and nothing to do can gain from a pencil. It had been tapped to the beat of numerous songs (old and new), had filled every spare inch of paper on the desk with doodled words, pictures and symbols, had drawn a target on the desk and been dropped onto it from above and, eventually, had been snapped it in half, one half thrown at Rays desk and one half at Chris's for amusement the next day. As the pencil parts landed in their targeted areas, Alex let out an exasperated groan and pushed her chair back onto it's hind legs momentarily, her head drooping back and her eyes closing with frustration. There were very few things that wound Alex Drake up more than being bored. And she was absolutely bored rigid. There had been a strange lull in crime as of late, and although it had come as a welcome break for the rest of the team, Alex had found it infuriating. She had found herself trying to fill her days with convincing Shaz to let her make the tea and attempting to type up old files which really didn't need to be typed up. It was getting to the point that she wanted to just extend her arms forcefully and shove the typewriter off the edge of her desk. Possibly give it a kick as well. The rest of the team were probably half way to paralytic and making an absolute scene in Luigis already as Gene had sent them home a good hour and a half ago, leaving an empty office and a rather restless Alex behind. Genes request that she stay had been puzzling to her at first, but as he had promptly ignored her and made his way back into office, she had realised that he had wanted her to stay behind simply for his own amusement. There were very few things that wound Alex Drake up more than being bored, but Gene Hunt want definitely one of them. Well, she had decided, she would show him. Instead of pacing the floor, ranting and raving as she knew he wanted her to, she had decided that she would stay at her desk and amuse herself. The downside of that plan had come roughly seven minutes later when she had realised she was, indeed, bored.

Alex sent another glance over at Gene as he sat with his feet up on his desk and a car magazine that he had been captivated by for the last half an hour propped on his knees. She felt her eyes narrowing as he shot her a patronising smile and wiggled his fingers at her in a cheerful little wave. What the hell was he playing at? Right.

Alex stood up, the force sending her chair backwards, and made her way over to the door of Genes office, feeling her jaw clench. Bloody dominating, overbearing, misogynistic, despotic bastard. Who did he think he was? As she stood waiting for the glass to stop rattling in it's frame, her hands fell on her hips and silence filled the room as she stood waiting for Gene to at least acknowledge that she was in the room. Eventually, Gene lifted his eyes from the paper in front of him and took in a rather pissed of Alex in front of him. He fixed a surprised expression over his face and raised his eyebrows.

'Bolls! Delightful to see you grace my humble office with your wonderful presence. Heard of knocking?' He asked, a condescending grin on his face. Alex resisted stamping her foot in frustration and instead glared steadily at him.

'Can I go home?' She asked through gritted teeth. Gene, frowning dramatically, lifted his arm and spent a ridiculous amount of time studying his watch.

'Afraid not, love. Ya see, the big hand is only on the 7 and yet, you get to leave when the big hand is on the 12' he explained, showing her his watch face and pointing to the numbers, his eyes flitting from her face to the watch to ensure she was understanding. He was met with a cold expression, but continued anyway. 'And you see here? This is the little hand and ya see how it's half way 'tween the seven and the eight? You get to leave when it's on the nine' he explained to her slowly. Alex, waiting for him to finish, tried to force down the anger that was quickly rising in her stomach.

'Are you quite done?' Gene smiled, nodding.

'Right. Well you've sent everyone else home and I've got nothingto do. So could you please just stop being Gene and send me home?' She asked him. The thought of her warm bed and her romantic novel was really sounding good right now and knowing that she was being kept here for the amusement of this twat was really getting to her.

'No can do' Gene told her with a sigh, his eyes falling back to his magazine.

'Why? Gene you're being completely ridiculous' she fumed, her fists clenching and punching down to her sides, her chin sticking out much in the way a petulant child's does.

'Because pissing you off is rather a hobby of mine, Bolly. Amuses me no end.' Hearing his words made Alex throw her head back and let out a high-pitched, annoyed scream. She found herself swinging away from Gene and her hands raising to pull at her hair a little. Aware she was looking a little more than immature, she tried to control herself. When she turned back to Gene, he was trying to control a small smile and she started to pace in front of her desk.

'Sit your bloody scrawny arse down before you walk a hole in my floor!' He told after she had been up and down numerous times and was starting to irritate him a little. Alex stopped in front of him and put both her hands on his desk and leant over to speak to him.

'Jesus christ, Gene. Just give me something to do. I'm going out of my mind'

'Fine! Bloody fine! Flamin' woman! I have one thing you can do'

'What?' Gene paused and then leant forward slightly. His voice dropped a little.

'Stop pacing my bloody office' he leant back again, arms crossed 'You're doing me head in' Alex let out a scream of frustration and pushed away from his desk. Making her way over to the door frame, she leant against it dropped her head back.

'Gene. Seriously. Ple-e-ease' she dry sobbed, frustration leaving her and a strange sort of calm finding it's way over her. The scent of whiskey and cigarettes was filling her senses and his eye rolls were, she hated to say, amusing her a little.

'How did you make DI? I'll never understand it. Must have been right fruitcakes in charge that gave you any kinda responsibility. Scrap that, should have never let you on the force. Dunno what they were thinking' his magazine finally came out his hands and landed on his desk and Gene crossed his arms, observing Alex as she remained leant against his door frame.

'Why can't I go home? You've sent everyone else home' Gene shrugged.

'You're keeping me company' he said simply. Alex rolled her eyes dramatically and gave him a 'oh come off it', not looking convinced.

'You're keeping me here against my will and not even talking to me, Gene. How is that company?'

'Talkin' to you now, ain't I?'

'Only because I flounced into your office and made you talk to me!' she told him with a barely held-back smile.

'Yeah, flounced is the right word. Come bowling into my office with ya hair flyin and ya chest heavin'. Dunno how you have the nerve' he scolded lightly. 'Didn't even knock' he finished with a mumble. Alex raised her eyebrows and let out a short laugh, shaking her head a little. Unbelievable. This man was infuriating. Yet she couldn't help letting her anger slip away from her. He was infectious.

'Right, well I'm off. I don't fancy hanging around here all night for your entertainment' she told him with a smile and turned to walk out of his office, careful to add a little extra swing to her hips that didn't go unnoticed by Gene.

'Hold up, Bolly' he called after her, clambering to his feet as she grabbed her coat and threw it round her shoulders. 'Fancy a drink?'

'Mmmm' she pretended to think about it momentarily and then 'Nahhhh. Spent enough time with you tonight I think' a smile shot his way as she grabbed her coat and began to make her way out of the checkered office. Gene took a couple of jogging steps to catch up with her and slipped an arm around her waist under her jacket.

'Sure? I'm sure I can keep away that boredom, ya know' he spoke lowly to her, his lips close to her ear. Alex laughed lightly and leant away from him a little, her shoulder rising as his breath tickled her neck.

'I'm sure you can. But you've already pissed me off enough today, so I think I'll enjoy an evening without you' an air of superiority and control came about her, her chin raising and her eyes narrowing smugly. A quick jerk of his hand tightening around her waist took that away from her and she squealed, pushing him away firmly, but she promptly allowed his arms to slide back around her waist and pull her closer again as they made their way down the abandoned corridors and hallways.

'Spoilsport' he grumbled, close to her ear once more, making a light giggle fall from her lips.

'You know me' she laughed with a small seductive wink which didn't go unnoticed by Gene. As they reached the doors of the station, he tugged her closer and placed a small, amused kiss on her cheek that sent a shot of adrenaline through her stomach giving her a flutter of butterflies. Instead of admitting to him that even his small gesture of care managed to flip her stomach, she placed and hand on his chest and shoved him away with a laugh and a 'get off'.

But her hand trailed from his chest down his arm to clasp his hand firmly in hers and she quickly pulled it up to her lips and planting a little kiss on the back of their joined hands as they made their way out of the station and towards the mighty Quattro.

She had to admit, although there were times when it was frustrating, infuriating and a general pain in the arse, life with Gene was neveractually boring.