Alex didn't know why, but she found being in the back of a van, dressed like a prostitute with two lecherous drunks absolutely hilarious. Sandwiched in between the two goons Turner and Jaspers, Alex felt extremely hazy-eyed, light-headed and out of control. Giggling to herself, Alex fell back into Turner's arms as Jaspers looked on jealously.

"So you lot are a band you say?" Alex gawped, snuggling up to Turner as he wrapped his thick, beefy arms around her.

"Yeah," Turner leered, "I'm…guitar. Gordon's drums, Stone's keyboard and Jaspers…Jaspers sings. Yeah."

"What?" Jaspers spat. "Nah mate, piss off! You sing –"

"You sing," Turner growled. He winked at Alex. "He sings, babe."

It was a half an hour drive before the men finally pulled up outside a rundown house on a rough estate. By this point, Alex was struggling to stand and felt sick as Gordon walked round and hit Turner, grabbing her out of his arms and swinging her into his.

"Ow! Careful, I'm not a doll...not your dolly…haha, dolly! Rhymes with Bolly! Bolly, get it!" Alex shrieked gleefully, throwing her head back with laughter as Gordon steadied her in his arms.

"What the hell's she on about?" Stone frowned as he locked up the van.

"God knows," Gordon muttered, "just get 'er inside, lads. Let's 'ave some fun."

-xx-

"CAN'T YOU DRIVE ANY BLOODY FASTER?"

"Look I'm sorry, Hunt, but there's a speed limit! It's against the law –"

"I am the law, yer daft twat!" Gene thundered. "Now you better get your bloody arse in gear or you'll be gettin' my boot up it! Alex is with those twathead bastards you call your mates. She's in serious trouble, and if we don't get to 'er in time, you'll wish you were never bloody born!"

Oliver swallowed stiffly as he began to pick up speed. "They won't hurt her, Hunt. They like a laugh; they'll probably just cop a feel or something…"

SLAM. Gene grabbed Oliver by his jacket, causing him to yell and swerve dangerously into the curb, skidding to a halt.

"They so much as touch Alex and you'll be sorry," Gene seethed, "right, I've had enough of your nancy-boy driving and not taking a threat to one of my officers and not to mention your date seriously. Out."

Oliver gawped. "You can't seriously –"

"OUT!"

"This is my bloody car!"

"ARE YOU GOING TER GET OUT OR AM I GOING TO 'AVE TER MAKE YOU?"

Oliver scrambled out of the front seat, swapping sides with Gene angrily as the fuming DCI settled himself behind the wheel.

"Directions, now," Gene growled, zooming away, "and be bloody quick about it!"

-xx-

"Bit of a dump, but it's ours!" Gordon announced, throwing Alex down onto the sofa in their rotting living room. Alex squealed as she hit the leather, her long legs splayed out in front of her.

Alex didn't take too much of her surroundings in. The place was a tip. Chairs, beer bottles, litter, Chinese takeaways, scrappy bits of clothes and material, smashed TVs and empty pizza boxes filled the badly smelling room as Jaspers and Turner grabbed some band equipment, clearly unprepared.

"What ya doin', numbskull?" Stone glared, unimpressed.

"Band," Jaspers answered, confused, "we said we woz gonna play this bird some music…"

"Oh get wiv it, the pair of ya," Stone jeered, slapping both Jaspers and Turner round the head, "sometimes I wonder why Gordon lets you two dickheads chill wiv us!"

"OI!" Gordon yelled at his three minions. "One of you tossers get Alex another drink! What do ya want, sweetheart?"

"I'll take anything," Alex slurred, stretching out on the sofa like Cleopatra, drawing the men's attention to her perfect figure.

"You certainly will, darling," Gordon said lecherously, his eyes resting on her legs.

Turner returned from the kitchen a couple of minutes later with a large glass of unknown alcohol for Alex and four beers for them. Alex took the drink giddily, very nearly spilling it before knocking it back like a pro, causing the drunks' eyes to light up at their good fortune.

Alex coughed as she downed the last of the drink, collapsing on the sofa as her vision clouded. Her stomach was beginning to tighten and her eyes were beginning to droop as her limbs became heavier.

"Let's scrap the music, yeah baby?" Gordon said loudly, pulling Alex up. "Have a dance, yeah?" Gordon wrapped his arms around Alex as he swung her around the living room madly, hands groping her arse. Alex squealed with laughter before the sound was suppressed and her lips were claimed greedily by Gordon's.

Stone, Jaspers and Turner jeered excitedly, applauding and watching in awe as their huge leader stuck his tongue down Alex's throat, his lecherous hands all over her body. Alex squirmed weakly, her focus off centre as Gordon's hands travelled upwards towards her breasts, kneading them roughly.

Alex made a moan in protest, pushing away, but her arms felt like lead. Her vision was spinning. This wasn't right. This wasn't how it was supposed to be.

Alex's mouth and eyes suddenly felt as if they were not working as her head lolled back hazily, her legs buckling from beneath her. Gordon used this opportunity to carry Alex through to the bedroom, flinging her on the bed as Jaspers, Turner and Stone gathered round leeringly.

"S'gone all funny," Alex murmured weakly, "don'tlikeit. I don't…s'all funny, can't see you…you, you, legsfeelheavy…"

Gordon chuckled darkly, pushing Alex's dress up and unbuckling his belt.

"Me first," he snarled.

The others watched eagerly, blissfully unaware that just down the street, a car was skidding round the corner dangerously and furiously. And inside the car was a DCI who was going to have them for breakfast.

Gene slammed the car door, hardly waiting for Oliver.

"Where's the house?" Gene demanded thunderously. "Which one?"

"Ninety-five," Oliver puffed, jogging to keep up with Gene's vicious strides. "Hunt…Hunt, wait! I'm not coming. If they find out I brought you here, I'll be dead meat. Don't tell them I told you. Please."

Gene whipped around, his eyes blazing. "Fine," he snarled, "piss off, you useless piece of shit."

And with that, Oliver was gone. Stepping into his car, Alex's date drove off hastily, not looking back. Gene radioed Ray quickly to bring the Quattro to the drunks' address as quick as possible as his way of getting back to Fenchurch was now driving away cowardly. Satisfied with Ray's response, Gene swung open the gate violently before running up to the door and not stopping, bashing the door down with one strong shove. Gene pounded inside as he listened for a source of noise.

There it was. The door down the hall and to the left – the unmistakable jeering of some of the men and, if he strained his ears, a small whimper from his precious Alex.

Gene's blood boiled as he charged down the corridor before whipping the door off its hinges, causing Stone, Jaspers and Turner to jump in fear as they gasped in horror.

Gene's physical presence was frightening enough, but that was nothing compared to the fury clearly etched upon the man's face. Gene's gaze was drawn to his poor little Bolly, spread out of the bed with her dress hitched up and the enormous bulk of Gordon between her legs. Gordon's boxers were still on…so hopefully he wasn't too late…but the bastards had still gone too far.

"YOU BASTARDS!" Gene hollered, lunging at Gordon and ripping him off Alex.

"Gene…Gene?..." Alex gasped weakly, not moving. Gene ignored her, for he was too busy beating the living daylights out of Gordon. He floored the man, kicking him violently before feeling Jaspers, Stone and Turner all pound into him at once, defending their leader. Gene aimed a violent kick into Jaspers' crotch as the fat man doubled over in pain and collapsed by a grunting and defeated Gordon. Next Gene swung an aggressive punch at Turner, coming into contact with his nose with a sickening crunch as Turner yelled in pain. Focusing all of his attention on Stone, Gene's fists never stopped attacking as he dodged a few punches before flinging Gordon's right-hand man into the wall, concussed.

Satisfied, but desperate to get out, Gene ran to Alex, gathering her in his arms as she blindly reached for him, her arms shivering.

"Shh, sweetheart, it's okay. It's okay. I'm here now. You're safe."

Gene carefully lifted Alex into his arms like the first time she entered CID and when he had rescued her from Chaz Cale's freezer. Kissing her forehead, Gene left the wrecked house and walked down the street, hoping to God that Ray and the Quattro would be here soon.

"You'll be okay, Alex," Gene promised her, cradling her in his arms, "I'm here for you."