A/N: I seemed to have ruffled some feathers by saying poor Gene haha! :P I guess I'm just a Gene Genie's girl at heart (; heehee here's the next chapter, thank you for the response so far x

As two adults, Gene and Alex should have both realised that parting on good terms was never going to be an option after ending their relationship. Alex had moved out of their joint home and moved back into her flat above Luigi's, where she was welcomed back by the friendly Italian with open arms. They both thought they could deal with this. But they were wrong.

Not even a week later and their professional relationship had suffered as a result from their break-up. Gene was even more of a miserable bastard than he was when the pair of them first met in 1981. No-one wanted to go in his office for fear of being yelled at and he was making rash decisions on the crime scene. Gene and Ray had managed to shake hands and put their disagreements behind them, but there was even a crack in the friendship and trust between the two of them. Ray recognised the symptoms though. He had been there when the Guv and Diana broke up all those years ago. Gene didn't take heartbreak well, and even though this time it was mostly his own fault, Ray couldn't help but feel sorry for his Guv.

Alex was also feeling the pressure and strain of their separation. Gene was deliberately ignoring Alex and delegating most tasks to Ray, or even her junior officers. He didn't call her Bolly anymore. She was just 'Drake'. Alex felt pushed out and this resulted in quite a few spiteful spats between her and the Guv, both lashing out and hitting each other where they knew it would hurt. This often caused Alex to bring up Gene's affair with Diana and Gene to sneer at Alex that the baby probably wasn't even his as everyone seemed to think she was a slag, culminating in Gene kicking his desk over in frustration and Alex to storm out of CID, hormones from the pregnancy causing her eyes to fill with tears.

As a result, Alex had done what Gene had hoped to God she would never do. She had put in for a transfer. To Fenchurch West.

Gene had been livid when he received the forms. It was a month after they had broken up, and a month into the worst working relationship they had ever had.

Looking at the forms on his desk, Gene's blood boiled. His fingers curled.

"DRAKE!" he shouted from his office on that hot early September morning. He saw Alex roll her eyes as she got up from behind her desk. Although she was only two and a half months pregnant and not yet showing significantly, she still insisted on wearing baggy shirts to hide the possible bump. No-one knew still. It was just Gene, Alex and to Gene's disgust, Ray. And that blasted crazy stalker they had never managed to find, of course.

"Yes Guv?" Alex muttered as she closed his office door behind her. Gene swallowed. She hadn't called him by his name in about a month now. But he had to move on. He couldn't attach himself to her any longer, because she clearly didn't need him.

"What's this?" Gene growled at her. Alex stared at the forms.

"My transfer papers," she answered him, seemingly without a care in the world, "isn't it obvious?"

Gene snarled at her. "And why do yer want ter transfer?"

Alex sighed dramatically. "Guv, you and I both know that this department is not running smoothly because of the friction we're creating. I…I thought we could handle this professionally after we…you know. But clearly we can never get along now that things have ended and that's reflecting on the team. It's been a month and you've done nothing but push me out and generally act like a complete grumpy bastard. It's best if I just start again, with a new team. And not get involved with my DCI this time."

Gene's skin prickled. "Don't you blame this on me," he spat, "you're the one who's been acting like a complete hormonal bitch! Running to the loos every five minutes –"

"That's called morning sickness, you idiot! Because I'm pregnant with your baby, Gene!"

Gene froze. That was the first time she'd called him by his name since they split up. Alex seemed to notice this too.

"Exactly," Gene muttered, "yer pregnant. You're in no fit state to start with a new team. Who's goin' ter look out for yer? No-one bloody knows you're up the duff."

Alex snorted. "Charming. Anyway, I'm sure Fenchurch West will have a great reliable team. DI Sammons has just been transferred effective immediately so they're in need of a new DI. You've got Ray here. You don't need us both."

Yes I do, Gene thought miserably. He cleared his throat. "But Waltham, Alex? Waltham as yer DCI? That pervy bastard has never had a nice thing ter say about you!"

"Well neither do you anymore!" Alex shot back, more emotion than she wanted cracking through her voice.

Gene looked down sadly. He had always hoped that Alex would come round after a few days; that they could talk and sort this mess out. Get back together. Be a proper family again, getting excited about their baby together. But things had just got worse and worse, and now she was requesting a transfer over to Waltham's team. He wouldn't be able to see her everyday. And as much as he disliked her at the minute, he had never truly stopped loving her. With Alex being stationed at Fenchurch West, Gene wasn't going to be there to look out for her and protect her.

Pouting, Gene tore up Alex's transfer sheets. Alex's jaw dropped.

"What the hell did you do that for?" Alex yelled at him. "I'm transferring, Hunt, and there's nothing you can do to stop me!"

"Yer need me ter sign. And if I don't sign, you don't go. You don't go anywhere until I say so."

Alex glared at him. "You bastard! You controlling bastard!" Turning on her heel, Alex threw open the door and marched determinedly out. Gene stood up, catching the door before it slammed.

"Where the bloody hell are you going?" he roared at her.

"To see the Super!" Alex barked back as the other officers looked up in confusion. "I am not going to be kept here by some controlling dinosaur, even if I am pregnant with your child!"

CID gasped as the words flew from Alex's mouth. Gene stared determinedly at her, his lips pursed. Shaz looked from Alex and the Guv in shock and Ray put his head in his hands. The atmosphere in CID was tense and awkward at the revelation of this shocking news, so Alex whipped around and stormed out of the room, her heels echoing down the corridor as she went to see the Super about her transfer.

Gene breathed heavily, clenching his fists. "Not a word," he growled at the other detectives, striding back into his office, "not one bloody word."

Unluckily for Gene, the Super had had the final say about the department. After reports from Alex about how Gene had been treating her unfairly and the team was suffering, the Superintendent gave his consent for Alex to be transferred over to Waltham's team where her police psychology would be greatly received and appreciated. After a few stern words with Gene, it was time for Fenchurch East to let Alex Drake go.

Alex had to serve another month with Gene and the team before she could start with Waltham, and if she was completely honest, that suited her just fine. Alex had never been apart from this team in her coma world, something that scared her a little bit. She was going to miss Shaz and their girly chats, Ray's excessive smoking, sexist jibes and newfound protectiveness of her and Chris and his silly ways. She was going to miss seeing Viv every morning as she came into work and as much as she didn't want to admit it to herself, Alex was really going to miss Gene. That man had made her feel worthwhile again before he tore it from underneath her feet. He made her feel loved and safe and protected. She was going to miss him, but reminded herself that when their child was born, she would still be able to see him. In fact, as Alex was living above Luigi's again, she'd probably run into the team a few times a week. Maybe she'd even stop and have a drink with them.

That thought quickly evaporated as Gene made her life hell for the next month. He was angry that she was leaving and didn't seem to know how to deal with his emotions. He was losing her. The last hold Gene had on Alex Drake was about to go. But due to Gene's tantrums and moods and unfair arguments, Alex now couldn't wait to go.

"DRAKE!" Gene hollered, shaking the atmosphere on a gloomy Friday. Alex only had two weeks left with the team and she had just walked in two hours late, jumping at the tone of Gene's voice.

"What?" she frowned. She'd only been here five minutes, what could she have possibly done wrong now?

"Where've you been?" he fumed at her as Alex closed the door to his office once more. Alex gaped at him.

"Where have I been?" she scoffed.

"Yes. Yer two hours late. Being up the duff doesn't give you license to slack off. You're still on my team for the next two weeks. You turn up on time or I'll kick you out on your sorry little arse. Comprende?"

Alex's eyes watered. "Bastard. You bastard."

Gene frowned. That was a little excessive. Normally she'd just shout back at him.

"You know, even though we're not together anymore, we're still having a child," Alex spat, "and its bad enough that you wouldn't come with me, but now you're bollocking me for it!"

Gene looked completely lost. "What the bloody hell are blubbering about, woman?"

Alex rubbed her eyes, appalled. "You forgot?" she gasped. "Your kid means that little to you that you forgot?"

Gene still looked nonplussed. Alex shook her head, absolutely shocked by Gene's lack of care.

"I was at my first scan, you bastard," Alex said quietly, spitting out the words, "I told you last week I was going but you didn't want to come. I'm ten weeks along. We've got a due date. The sixth of May. In two weeks, we'll be able to see what our baby looks like. But you don't give a shit."

And with that, Alex flounced out of Gene's office. Gene felt awful. How had they gone from being madly in love to resenting each other in the space of a couple of months?

Diana Hunt was the reason. That bitch was still living opposite Gene and was loving the fact that he had split from Alex. In fact, Diana hadn't seen Alex since that night when Gene was caught cheating.

Diana had offered herself to Gene quite a few times since that night, but he had always turned her down. He loved Alex too much and wanted her back. But now, things were steadily going from bad to worse.

They had done nothing but argue during Alex's last two weeks. Gene had managed to reduce her to tears in the middle of CID when he asked her to move some heavy boxes, shouting that she was just using her pregnancy as an excuse not to do any work. Ray had defended her then, barking at his Guv that Alex was actually right with not lifting heavy objects and this caused another row between Ray and Gene.

Alex had riled Gene when DCI Waltham came to help move Alex's stuff out of the office. Although Waltham had jeered at Alex before, this time he made a show of flirting with her and lightly touching her here and there, something which Alex responded to and knowingly made Gene jealous with.

Childishly, Gene had retorted by calling Diana into CID to ask her round for the night in front of Alex, resulting in Alex excusing herself from the room and running down the corridor to the toilets in tears. Getting his reaction, Gene had gone on to cancel the plans with Diana almost instantly. But he didn't bother telling Alex that.

It was now Friday the fourteenth of October, and Alex's last day with CID Fenchurch East. She was now twelve weeks pregnant, three months, and had a small baby bump, something that Gene couldn't help but stare at proudly. However, it was a bit disheartening due to the fact that Alex now absolutely hated him.

Alex only had a little bit of time left with the team as Waltham was coming over to pick her up at twelve. Alex was being introduced to her new team before she started officially on Monday, and it was now ten-to-twelve. Gene couldn't help but feel extremely sad. He hadn't been concentrating for days now – knowing this moment was coming. Looking up, he heard someone come into his office. It was Alex, holding what looked like a large photograph. She wasn't smiling.

"Here, if you're interested," she muttered. Gene took it, frowning.

"What the fuck is this?" he asked, sneering at it. It looked like a load of black and white blobs.

Alex pursed her lips together. "That, Hunt, is your baby," she said fiercely.

Gene froze. Shit. "Uh, yeah. I mean, yeah, I can see its nose…there. And yeah…there's the mouth. Its got your mouth, Bolls."

"That's its toe."

"Oh. Right."

"Well take a good look, because that's the closest you're going to be getting."

Gene looked up at her slowly, pushing his chair back and getting to his feet. Only the table separated them.

"What?" he rumbled.

Alex stared at him defiantly. "I'm not having you in my baby's life," she said firmly as Gene looked aghast.

"One slight problem there, Mrs Lady Woman!" Gene barked at her angrily. "That kid in there is as much mine as it is yours. Just because I don't have a bastard womb or whatever fucked up shit is in your stomach doesn't mean I have any less right to see my kid!"

"Oh, you care now?" Alex snapped at him. "Well its too late. Not once have you bought anything for our baby. Nothing. I've had to go to all the second hand charity shops to get things for the baby and you haven't so much as lifted a finger. I've had to do it all alone. You haven't cared, you've never come to a scan, you haven't asked me how I am, how I'm coping…you show no sympathy towards the morning sickness I had, you ignore me in CID unless its to yell at me or get me to do stupid things like lift heavy boxes…which when I refuse you yell some more…and you haven't even marked your kid's due date on your calendar!"

"Well excuse me for not putting hearts and fucking flowers all over the date!" Gene shouted. "I'm not a sissy ponce, Alex! And maybe if you didn't demand we split up I would've actually been there!"

"You ignorant bastard!" Alex yelled at him. "Just because we broke up doesn't let you off the hook to checking how your unborn child is! But maybe I should've expected that from you. After all, when you divorced Diana you didn't see Kieran or Tiffany for three years!"

Gene took a sharp intake of breath. "Don't you dare go there," he growled, "I'm not the one who completely ignores my daughter. Why'd you get yer self pregnant, Drake? Wanted a replacement because you got fed up with having a near teenager?"

Alex slapped him then, tears in her eyes. "I can't wait to leave this station," she whispered as Gene deliberately didn't massage his stinging cheek, staring her out, "and do you know what the best part of it is? That I won't have to see you everyday."

Swinging his door open, Alex stormed out of Gene's office for what she sincerely hoped would be the last time. Alex wiped the tears from her eyes, and then her heart stopped as she saw Waltham approaching the double doors, waving comically through the glass. Pushing open the double doors, all the CID officers stood up to bid farewell to their female DI. Gene came out of his office, pouting as he leant on the doorframe.

"DI Drake, you all set to leave?" Waltham grinned at her, thoroughly enjoying the situation. Alex nodded slowly, and then turned to her colleagues. Shaz ran into her arms, hugging her superior.

"We'll miss you, Ma'am," she smiled weakly, "see you at Luigi's sometime, yeah? And keep me posted on this little one."

"Will do, Shaz," Alex smiled back, "you've got so much potential. Keep working, and hopefully you'll be a detective by the time my baby's born."

Shaz grinned. "Fab!"

Alex turned to Chris then, shaking his hand and then relaxing in the DC's arms as he embraced her tightly.

"Good luck Boss, er, Ma'am," Chris stuttered, "won't be the same without yer."

"Thanks Chris," Alex nodded kindly, before turning to Ray. She would never have imagined that this would be one of the hardest goodbyes. This time two years ago he was threatening to punch her if she was a bloke.

"Look after yer self, Drake," Ray muttered into her ear as he held Alex in his arms. Rubbing her back, Ray lightly kissed her hair. "We're always here for yer."

Alex pulled away, smiling gratefully. "Thank you," she whispered. After shaking the hands of Viv, Bammo, Terry, Poirot and the other detectives, Alex turned round to face Gene. They both stared at each other, and then Waltham came to rest his hand around Alex's waist.

"Time to go," the older man decided, noticing that Gene and Alex still hadn't broken eye contact, "you need to meet your new team, sweetheart."

Alex swallowed, breaking the connection between her and Gene. "Okay," she said quietly, turning round with Waltham to leave CID. Then she heard his voice.

"Hey!"

Alex and Waltham turned round. Gene nodded in their direction. "Look after her, Waltham," he said gruffly.

Waltham grinned. "Will do, Gene. Will do."

-xx-

Alex tried to fight back the tears as Waltham drove her to her new station. It wasn't far away, but long enough for Alex's mind to drift towards the team she was leaving behind.

"It's only natural to be upset," Waltham comforted her as they stopped at traffic lights, confidently putting his hand on Alex's knee and stroking her thigh. Alex shuffled uncomfortably. "Things get to the best of us, Drake. Take me for instance. I've just ended things with my partner. I know how it feels to put someone in the past."

Alex didn't respond.

"They're a good lot, Hunt's team," Waltham continued, unfazed by Alex's discomfort as his hand continued to caress her leg, "but you've got a new team now, Alex. A new Guv. Me."

Alex froze. A new Guv? It didn't seem right. Gene was the Guv.

"We'll be there in a sec," Waltham let on, removing his hand from her leg as the lights changed to green, "the team will love you, sweetie. They've heard so much about you."

"What, like I'm the CID prozzie?" Alex muttered, quoting Waltham on their first meeting. Waltham laughed, winking at her.

"Feisty, you are," he grinned, "I like that. Nah love, I was out of place to you when you were with that oaf…in both senses of the words. But now you're on my team things will be different."

Alex didn't even bother to respond. What had she done?

However, those feelings begin to disappear as soon as she met her team. Images of leering blokes like Waltham were playing in her mind and she was worried she was going to be stuck with a bunch of lecherous wankers. However, she was pleasantly surprised.

Alex was greeted with enthusiasm from the team at Fenchurch West. Her desk had been set up for her and the men all shook her hand respectfully. Like Fenchurch East, there were a few prominent figures that she had to get to know. The ones who in her mind would be taking the places of the likes of Ray, Chris and Shaz. The A-Team.

"Alex, meet DC Martin Hughes and DC James Farmer," Waltham reeled off as Alex shook their hands. DC Hughes was tall and in his mid-thirties. He was very serious-looking and looked unimpressed to have a female officer two higher up in the ranks than he was. DC Farmer was younger, about the same age as Shaz. He blushed madly as Alex shook his hand, trying desperately to avert his eyes from her bum, legs or boobs. Alex felt like she was back in school all over again.

"DS Tom Vickers," Waltham nodded as the beefy DS approached Alex. She recoiled slightly as the fat bloke made no attempt at hiding his appreciation of her. Well, you were always going to get one leering bloke, weren't you?

"I'm afraid you won't get to meet WPC Kelly Bayfield just yet," Waltham revealed as he put a possessive hand around Alex's waist, "she's just gone on maternity leave."

Alex smiled involuntarily. "Well I'll be joining her soon," she chuckled, the words slipping from her mouth. The men stared at her.

"You up the duff?" DS Vickers gawped, suddenly staring at her stomach. Alex felt vulnerable all of a sudden.

"Only three months," she stuttered, "so I won't be on maternity leave for a while. You've got about five months to get through with a hormonal pregnant woman."

"Congratulations, Ma'am," DC Hughes nodded at her, "and welcome."

Alex smiled, glad to be this warmly received. Then she noticed Waltham's disgusted face.

"Sir?" she frowned.

"You really are pregnant then?" he muttered. "No mistakes…it's actually true? Its Hunt's?"

Alex swallowed, confused by his reaction. "Yes, three months. Unfortunately it is DCI Hunt's, but we haven't been together for weeks now. Why? Is there a problem?"

Waltham gave an extremely false smile, almost like a smirk. "No," he sneered at her, grabbing her hand and rubbing it, "no problem at all."