Firstly, let me sayI really appreciate all of your comments/reviews/faves. Secondly, I want to apologise for the amount of time that has passed without an update between this chapter and the previous one. Thirdly, I am VERY sorry to the people who don't like the short chapters, but unfortunately this is the best I can do without writing a whole page of crap. I find it easier to write like this so, apologies. Lastly I want to apologise AGAIN because as per usual I have no idea where I'm going with this fic and I'm writing it as I go along, which basically means if you have any suggestions...let me know :)
"Bolly!" Said a gruff voice. Alex breathed a sigh of relief and flicked the quilt from over her head. She stared at him for a few moments, before sitting up and tucking her hair behind her ears.
"Where the hell am I?" she asked finally, surprised by the calmness in her own voice.
"Me 'ouse" he answered, moving over to the window and opening the curtains
"Why?" Alex frowned; her memory of the previous night was a little hazy.
"You were pissed as a penguin and fainted on me. What was I supped ter do?" He questioned, leaning against the window frame and watching her closely.
"Oh...To be honest all I remember was you breaking my door down" she recollected
"Doesn't surprise me. C'mon and get up, Bolly. I'll make you some breakfast" he told her, before swiftly exiting her room.
Alex sat there feeling a mixture of confusion, and surprise. She was in Gene Hunt's house. Gene Hunt was making her breakfast. She shook the thought from her head and curiously tried to her way to the bathroom.
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The door handle creaked as she pushed it down, and peered into the room Again, she found herself in an un-known room that was evidently not the bathroom. She suddenly caught a whiff of cigarettes and whisky, which lead her to the conclusion that this was his room. Stepping inside she saw various ties and shirts slung carelessly around the room. His bed saw located in the middle of the room, the plain green quilt clashing with the red walls. On the bedside table there was an ashtray and his warrant card, both of which looked old and dog-eared. Alex wondered over to the bed and sat on it cautiously, inspecting it from a closer view. She lay down and felt her head meet the soft pillow, obviously hardly used and forgotten. Her eyes closed and she breathed slowly to relax herself.
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Alex woke with a start and looked around the room dozily. She heard a creak at the doorway and lifted herself up onto her elbows. She looked at the figure stood there, with their arms folded
"What the bloody hell are you doing in here?"