Funk to Funky

Chapter 3

Here is my next update, hope you are enjoying it. Tell me all what you think so I know how it is and can tweak it if needs be. Please R&R, now on with the chapter

Disclaimer; - I own nothing of this epic series just having a break from revision

Why wasn't she in agony? Surely a bullet being shot in to the middle of one's abdomen would cause unimaginable pain but instead she felt nothing but a cool breeze whipping around her face and a sense of freedom which she had not felt for so long. Slowly her eyes began to flutter open, trying to comprehend what had happened just moments previous. As far as the eye could see was pure engulfing blackness which appeared to move around her. Molly slowly stood up and ghosted her hands lightly over her body, there was blood staining her top but as she gingerly raised it up no wound had fractured her perfect pale skin. She could not comprehend what was happening until her surroundings seemed to lighten. All around her was the most beautiful, crystal like stars she had ever seen. Winking down at her but somehow they seemed familiar. Then the floor seemed to vanish beneath her feet and she was free falling with no means of stopping herself, she tried to scream but nothing came out and as she plummeted into darkness she become unconscious once more.

It had been 3 months since Gene had said goodbye to the A team and Bolly. He missed her the most out of all of them. 3 months since he last saw the love of his life disappear in to the pub and still he could remember. Of course some of the details became hazy now and then but when he strode through her old flat it seemed to reawaken every piece of the sick, twisted puzzle which made up this world. He wanted nothing more than to stride in that pub take her by the hand and drag her out of it, back to where she belonged; with him.

A loud shrill of his telephone interrupted the silence in the disserted CID, Gene leant over his desk and was about to smash it to oblivion until some kind of unknown force drew him like a magnet to the phone,

"Hunt"

"Mon Brave, how you doing. You do realise there are so many pints clogging up my bar for you?"

"Nelson? Why are you phoning me?... Wait is it Bolly, is she ok?"

"She is... bearing up"

"What's wrong with her?"

"What do you think? But anyway Mon brave I've heard a rumour or two thought you might like to hear them before they get sprung upon you"

"Just spit it out Nelson."

"Alright, alright Keats is being mischievous again. He is in Alex's old flat you need to go and sort it all out. Oh and bring me the source of the commotion yeh?

"What is it?"

"I think you mean WHO is it but you'll work it out. Meet you at your flat in an hour" with that he hanged up on a completely baffled Gene. He shrugged on his black coat and stomped out of Fenchurch to Luigi's which was now being run by Luigi's nephew Mario but the name remained the same.

He was in the landing just outside her old flat, he could hear Keats laughing quietly and whispering about something or other. The door was slightly a jar and as he charged through he caught one glimpse of Keats's face before he vanished seemingly into thin air. Gene was furious that Jimbo had entered Boll's flat. A small groan caught his attention; he scanned the room and saw a figure stretched out on the sofa. Gene flicked on the lights and approached the huddled mass. He bent down and discovered it was a teenage girl who by the looks of it had been drugged or something. He shook her gently by the shoulders and as she opened her eyes Gene's breath caught, those eyes looked so familiar, she had Bolly's eyes. That was why Keats had been here: to mock him.

As Molly's eyes began to focused all she could see was a mop of dirty blonde hair and piercing blue eyes.

"You alright love?" At that she screamed her lungs out she would know that Manchurian accent anywhere. Her arms shot out and pushed him hard in the chest and as he was not expecting it he fell back dazed and hit his head on the coffee table. Molly leapt off the sofa and took in the room around her.

"Oh my god I have cracked, it's finally happened. I'm now a screwed up, mentally deranged, delusional freak who somehow is inside her own dreams"

"What the fuck kid, ah my head bloody hurts"

"Sorry Gene you scared me that's all"

"What did you say?"

"Sorry?"

"No the other bit"

"Gene"

"How do you know who I am?"

"It's complicated, and if I told you I'm pretty sure you would send the men in white coats after me"

"What's you name then kiddo?"

"Molly, Molly Alexandra Drake" Gene visually paled, it looked like he had just saw a ghost and in a way he had.

Sorry for the shorter chapter will update ASAP please review so I know how it's going

Alex