A/N: I found this chapter harder to write, but I hope you enjoy it (if enjoy is the right word lol…) love Roxannaaaax
Gene was frozen to the spot as Turner screamed, collapsing to the floor and blood seeping from the wound in his leg. Stone roared indignantly, kneeling down to help his friend, hollering abuse at the detectives as Turner swore profoundly, tears glistening in his cold eyes.
Gene whipped around to see Chris' gun smoking and the young man's mouth wide open in shock.
"Bloody 'ell, Chris!" Gene gawped. "Nice shot!"
"Cheers Guv!" Chris stuttered as Ray shook his head in amazement. With both Stone and Turner on the floor bellowing at each other, Gene grabbed his gun and shot Stone in the leg as well.
"AAARRGHHH!" the man yelled in pain, collapsing next to Turner. "FUCKING HELL, YOU BASTARD!"
"Chris, get outside and call back-up!" Gene roared as Chris nodded, running as fast as he could. "Ray, with me! We've got to save Bolly!"
Gene kicked Stone and Turner forcefully as he charged forwards, grabbing the door handle desperately. It was locked.
"For God's sake!" Gene seethed, wincing as he heard Alex's cries on the other side of the door. He and Ray both lunged at the door, ramming into it with all their might in attempt to break it down. It didn't budge. Gene hit it harder, bruising himself, but determined to get to Alex. When the door still didn't give way, Gene and Ray growled furiously.
"Hold on, Bollykecks!" Gene bellowed through the door. "We're coming for yer!"
"Gene!" came Alex's muffled cry. Then there was the sound of a slap, skin meeting skin, and Alex cried out in pain. Gene's blood boiled.
Inside the room, Gordon and Jaspers were pushing against the door powerfully, resulting in Gene and Ray's forceful attempts to get it open to fail. Oliver dropped the thin rope on his bedside cabinet before throwing Alex onto the bed and ripping open her blouse.
"Playtime, gorgeous," Oliver sneered lecherously, licking his lips appreciatively. Determined not to let him win, Alex leapt up from the bed, screaming Gene's name, only to be forced back down by Sarouche as he clambered on top of her, pinning her to the bed.
"Play nice, sweetie!" Oliver snarled. "Your little friends can't help you! You know, you're a lot nosier than those stupid blondes. Being smarter, I would've thought you'd keep your gobby little mouth SHUT!"
Oliver forced his mouth on Alex's then, breaking off her cries for help and causing her to whimper desperately, tears escaping from her eyes. Thunderous bangs on the door could be heard as dust showered Gordon and Jaspers, the wood weakening.
"Sarouche, they've hurt Stone and Turner!" Gordon barked, pressing backwards against the door.
"What?" Oliver spat nastily, tearing off Alex's shoes and socks and pealing her jeans down her long legs, slapping her across the face as she screamed and struggled.
"We heard a shot and the blokes Drake's with are trying to get in!" Jaspers realised. "We're two men down, mate!"
"Just keep 'em out! Screw those two liabilities!" Oliver sneered as he forced himself between Alex's legs, ignoring her cries for help as he painfully dug his nails into her thighs.
"Sarouche, we can't hold 'em off much longer!" Gordon panicked, pushing against Gene and Ray's force determinedly.
"Well shoot the bastards if they get in!" Oliver retorted furiously, unbuckling his belt with an evil glint in his eye. He ignored Alex's erratic sobs and tore her shirt off, exposing her satin red bra. Reaching under her back roughly, he unclipped it and threw it to the side.
"NO!" Alex screamed as Oliver continued his assault on her body, attacking her womanhood. "No, no, no! HELP ME!"
"Fucking hurry up, Sarouche!" Jaspers boomed. "We're goin' to get done either way so just kill the bitch! Ain't got nothing to lose!"
"I HAVE TO DO THINGS MY WAY!" Oliver roared back. "I have a system; I can't just miss a step out! I have to have her…" he explained darkly, claiming her exposed breasts with his rough hands as he rubbed himself up against her, pushing Alex to breaking point.
It's not real…it's not real…close your eyes, blank it out…Alex told herself desperately as fearful tears poured down her face and choked whimpers escaped her lips.
"WELL FUCKING HURRY UP ABOUT IT!" Gordon hollered as Gene and Ray continued to weaken the door. Their hearts pounded as the sounds of sirens could be heard, gradually getting closer. "The fuzz are here, Sarouche! Shag the bitch and kill her before we get locked up for something shit! If we're going to get banged up, I want it to be for something good!"
"NO! ALEX!" Gene roared through the door as he heard Gordon's words. Ray was panicking too – he didn't always like Alex or get on with her, but she was a valuable asset to the team. She was a good copper. And by the sounds of things, she meant a hell of a lot to the Guv, and without her, nothing would work in CID.
"C'mon Guv, back-up are nearly here," Ray said desperately, "we can do this, let's knock it down together! We'll save her!"
Blood boiling in rage, Gene stepped backwards to give himself a run-up. Deliberately kicking Stone and Turner again, he charged forwards with fury in his eyes and bashed into the door, causing it to finally give way with the force and topple onto the unsuspecting figures of Gordon and Jaspers, flooring them and covering them with the door.
Ray and Gene pelted into the room and made no hesitations in shooting both Gordon and Jaspers in the leg so they too could not get up to fight them. They screamed in agony from the fall of the door and the blood seeping from their wounds.
Oliver whipped round in terror and Alex's heart leapt in relief, but the sight that met Gene's eyes bubbled more anger inside of him than he had ever felt before. Alex was naked, apart from her skimpy black silk knickers, and was spread out on the bed with Oliver looming over her, forcefully between her legs. Oliver had his hand inside Alex's knickers and yet another bruise was forming on Alex's cheek as frightened tears stained her beautiful face.
"Shit, Hunt –" Oliver panicked, scrambling off Alex and attempting to pull his jeans up.
"YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" Gene roared, the lion within him unleashing. He lunged at Oliver then, bashing his head thunderously into the wall as Alex curled up in a ball and wept. Ray stood there awkwardly, not wanting to approach his female officer in her state of distress. She wouldn't want him to see her like this.
Gene gave Oliver another thunderous blow to the stomach as the man yelled with pain, and then threw him in rage towards Ray.
"Keep him away from her!" Gene seethed as Ray brought his knee up furiously to Oliver's crotch. Oliver doubled over in agony as Ray cuffed him, fury etched upon his face.
It was then that Gene approached Alex's shaking form, his heart breaking at her sobs. Immediately, he pulled his huge black coat off and draped it around Alex's shivering, naked body, pulling her up out of her foetus position and into his comforting embrace. Her body shook with tears, running endlessly onto his shirt. Gene rocked her gently, unaware of the rest of the world as the back-up officers came in with Chris to arrest Gordon, Stone, Turner, Jaspers and Sarouche.
"Shh," Gene whispered, "its okay, sweetheart. You're okay."
Ray knew he had to take charge. Handing the cuffed Oliver over to uniform, he motioned for all five of the cuffed bastards to be held facing him. Chris joined him, swallowing nervously as three uniformed officers tightly restrained the five men in pain and fury.
"Rick Gordon," Ray snarled, "Ed Stone, Carl Jaspers and Liam Turner. We are arresting you for the attempted rape of Alex Drake and assisting this bastard 'ere in his sick, twisted and perverted crimes. We hope you swing both ways, yer bastards, 'cos where you're going your arseholes are likely to reach the size o' Russia."
Gordon sneered at him, breathing erratically as the pain in his leg throbbed. "It's not over, copper," he growled, "you'll see."
"Oh will I?" Ray taunted him. "Don't think so, mate." He turned to Oliver then, pure disgust and anger evident on his face as he cracked his knuckles threateningly.
"Oliver Sarouche," he glared, "we're arresting you for the rape and murders of Victoria Wentworth, Jessica Hampton, Ruth Anderson, Miranda Lawrence, Ellie Parker and Hayley Dickson. Also, for the sexual assault, attempted rape and murder of Alex Drake. You don't have ter say anything, but anything you do say may be held against yer as evidence."
Oliver didn't even bother to look up as he wheezed painfully, coughing up blood. Chris' anger burned inside him, and before anyone could do anything, he landed a furious blow to Oliver Sarouche's stomach.
"What the –" Ray burbled, looking at Chris in pure astonishment as the young DC massaged his knuckles.
"Couldn't help it, Ray," Chris breathed heavily, watching in satisfaction as Oliver groaned in pain, "what he did ter the boss…he deserved it. Scum. Bastard."
Ray nodded, looking back into the bedroom where Gene was still holding Alex protectively, kissing her head softly. Drake's cries were muffled into her DCI's shoulder as she clung to him, shuddering violently.
Ray watched the scene helplessly as Chris and the uniformed officers took the five men away. He stared at his Guv and fellow DI with complete sadness in his eyes. He knew a broken woman when he saw one – he'd interviewed a countless amount of them. Drake was strong, but no-one was strong enough to be okay after all this. Most women would have cracked after her drugging and assault, or if not that then the terrifying car crash, and certainly after being punched by their lover.
Alex had survived all of this and gotten over it as quickly as possible. But now…Ray knew as Gene guided her to the Quattro delicately that Alex Drake was broken. He could see it in her eyes. This wasn't going to go away. She'd cracked. It had all become too much.
-xx-
It appeared as if Ray was right. Six days later, Alex was still obviously traumatised from the event. It was her third day back in CID after forced leave from Gene to recover for three days, but she wasn't the same bolshy DI they all knew and loved. Her eyes looked dead; there wasn't that spark.
The paperwork had been filed about the arrests of the five men, and they had all been locked in one of London's worst prisons. Oliver had got life for his crimes, and the other four had been sentenced to three years. Having them all finally out of their lives felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders for Gene, but the woman he loved still very clearly wasn't over it.
CID only noticed certain things, the things that were clear to everyone. Alex no longer wore revealing clothes or outfits that showed off her gorgeous curves; a sign that she blamed herself for possibly dressing provocatively. She didn't speak unless spoken to, and even then it was in a mousey, expressionless whisper. She often zoned out and stared into space for minutes on end, terrifying scenes playing and replaying in her mind. And she constantly scratched herself, as if she was trying to scratch away Oliver's unwanted touch.
Gene had told the boys in CID to stop Alex from harming herself whenever they saw. She had already caused herself to bleed on her left hand from vigorous nail marks, and Gene was not tolerating her inflicting any more pain on her already damaged body. Sometimes he forced her hands down, snapping at her, something which caused the tears to flow heavily and Alex to crumple in his arms. And something that caused Gene to feel like the world's biggest bastard.
Gene, of course, noticed all this and more. He had taken to staying over in Alex's flat every night for the past six days, so he was all too aware of the intensity of her trauma.
Gene was forced to sleep on the sofa because Alex was too scared to have a man in her bed. She had refused to let him touch her intimately and refused sex, even getting scared when Gene wanted to cuddle and comfort her. Every night Gene had woken to Alex's screams as she thrashed about in her bed, the nightmares overwhelming her, and he always had to endure that painful moment when he managed to wake Alex up but she scrambled away from him in terror – frightened that he was Oliver.
Gene also had to time Alex's showers as about three times now he had had to force himself into the bathroom after hearing the water continuously running for about forty-five minutes. The sight that met him was always the same – Alex sitting in the shower, hugging her knees, water splashing onto her as she cried all the tears left inside her out.
Gene was never going to forgive Sarouche and the skinheads for what they had done to Alex. Never. He was on his way to a fantastic relationship with her and not just in a sexual way, but now she was terrified of him being near her simply because he was a man. It didn't help that Alex worked in a station full of men. The only one she would let remotely close to her was Gene, when she was having a breakdown or an emotional moment. Alex clung to Shaz, desperate not to be apart from the young WPC.
Gene knew it was time to get Alex to see a therapist and get professional help the moment she became terrified of Chris. Chris was the last person Gene thought Alex would become afraid of – especially if she could endure being in a room with Ray when he showed the most physical resemblance of the skinheads.
Chris was following the Guv's orders when it came to protecting DI Drake. Gene was in his office reading over statements with the other detectives all scattered around the main room at their desks or filing reports. Shaz had gone to the toilet, Ray was reading a smutty magazine and Alex was gazing into space again, her eyes empty. Chris watched her in concern, eager to make sure she was okay. It was when Alex began to whimper and violently scratch her arm that Chris thought he should do something.
Standing up nervously, Chris began to walk towards Alex's desk. "Ma'am," he croaked, "Ma'am…the Guv wouldn't want yer to do that. You'll hurt yerself."
Alex ignored him, vigorously scratching. White marks flamed all up her bare arm as they gradually changed to a fiery red, cuts threatening to appear.
"Ma'am, please," Chris said desperately, "don't…just don't…the Guv doesn't want yer to…"
Alex whimpered again, continuing. Not listening to Chris.
"Ma'am, stop!" Chris begged her, approaching her desk and grabbing her wrists forcefully.
That was when Alex screamed. The lads in CID jumped as Alex's shrieks filled the room and Gene leapt up from his chair, charging out of his office.
"Bolly! Bolly, what's wrong, sweetheart? What's happened?" Gene ordered, running towards her as Chris dropped her wrists in panic. Alex collapsed on her desk, her heart pounding as the tears poured down her cheeks. She knew it was Chris…she knew he wouldn't hurt her…but she couldn't help the fear that was bubbling inside of her.
"Guv," Chris burbled, "I tried…she was hurting herself…I was just doin' what you said…"
"It's all right, lad," Gene muttered as he pulled a sobbing Alex to her feet and threw his arms around her, "yer not to blame."
Gene looked up fiercely, staring at his gawping officers. "I'm taking Lady Bolls 'ere out for a bit. Need to find someone who can help her. Ray, you're in charge. I'm counting on you."
Ray nodded. "Course Guv," he mumbled. He watched sadly as Gene guided Alex out, her body still shivering in his arms.
Paying a little extra money, Gene got Alex assigned to the best therapist he could find. A woman who specialised in traumatic events such as sexual assault. Even if it meant cutting back on the drinks in Luigi's for a fortnight, Gene knew it was worth it. Anything would be worth it to get his Bolly back.