Funk To Funky

Chapter 6 –New Era?

Hi guys, here is the next snippet of this story, sincerely hope you enjoy and review. I'm missing Ashes to Ashes loads and finding hope through writing and staring at my a2a series 3 episode 8 script yay. Posts from now on might be a bit slower as I have GCSEs nonstop and I'm hosting the prom after party for the whole year and so all of that needs arranging.

Snakeskin boots slapped the cold marble floor. Quick and confident steps: which oozed power and authority. With every second he was getting nearer to his jungle the Manc Lion was about to devour his pride if they were sat there like a lemons idling reading sex magazines and smoking cigarettes. Everyone could hear his footsteps coming, so CID launched themselves in to a hive of activity desperate to look busy but definite clip clop of heels distracted them. The Guv was not alone.

The doors to CID were slammed open with so much force they were lucky to remain on the hinges once again. They were all used to Gene's stroppy little temper tantrums, to be honest they even expected them but they did not expect however a well defined young woman flanking his side. She slipped through the office head bent low, desperate not to catch every eye which was most defiantly upon her. She cast a sideways glance at the desk to the right of the doors and a small smile graced her lips, then she let herself in to Gene's office without a word. Gene however was standing in the middle of the room.

"Right you gawping idiots listen up, that girl is a kid of a friend of mine. They had to go um... on an... undercover operation in so the kid is staying with me till further notice alright?"

"Yes Guv" the whole of CID bellowed. They couldn't understand why any parent would let the Guv babysit their teenage daughter. Surely he was the least paternal person and the worst role model going.

"Um Guv?"

"What now Terry?"

"The kid she looked well like Drake"

"That is because she is Drake's daughter, ok? Her name is Molly, she is 16 and is probably as much of a pain in the arse like her mother was but while she is with me I want you all to keep an eye on her. And before any of you plonks ask, no I do not know how long she will be here so end of discussion." Gene the turned on his heel and marched into his office where Molly was idly nosing around the case files sprawled across his desk. He gave her a stern look and reached for the phone intending to speak to the super. Superintendent Tom Cavangher. He had to ask for a little advice.

Outside the team were shell-shocked. The Guv? He was almost acting human. Terry, Poriot and Bammo didn't find it as weird as the others. They had been there for the longest out of this motley crew. They had seen Gene change over the years and the spark he had with Drake. It was a shame she suddenly left. One day she and the others were there the next they were gone and the three detectives had no idea why or where she went. They might have been dumb and the Guv tried his hardest to cover it but they could see that he missed his Bolly-kecks, there was no-one to fight with or have secret discussions with. Once before the new team had arrived he had burst out of his office coat bellowing and he had called out to her, then he remembered she wasn't there, his face flashed with sadness and regret for a second then it was gone.

Of course the team had moved on; they had four new recruits two were all right: WPC Kimberley Bullock and DC Steven Jay. One was the biggest knob who had ever and would ever walk the earth: DI Stewart Banks – who was a little bit off his rocker at times and of course no working environment would be complete without the ultimate bitch; DS Sandra Lindsey who had only been at CID for a couple of weeks but had already had a reputation for being a little bit free and easy. She thought that no man could resist her brassy charms but was sadly mistaken when she tried to jump the Guv and was told that he knew a female inspector with legs longer than the Eiffel Tower and no way could Sandra compete.

A couple of hours later Molly was in fits of laughter. She was sat at Steven's desk listening to tales of Gene and her mother from Bammo and Terry. She loved the team they were so kind and welcoming, Kimberley instantly took her under her wing and treated her like her sister. They chatted for ages about hair and make-up, despite the 6 year age gap they were already thick as thieves. Steven thought Molly was a little quant but liked her uniqueness, personality and her obvious high academic abilities. Stewart and Sandra was a complete other matter. Stewart kept muttering that he was sure he had seen her before but just couldn't place when or where, being a little creped out Molly polity denied his train of thoughts. Sandra well she was in a league of her own. Molly was sure that the Sergeant could easily have written the book "how to make enemies and alienate people". She sat there with a ridiculously short straight black pencil skirt (which was shorter than Molly's school skirt and that was saying something) and a pinstriped blue and green stripped blouse two sizes to small so her bosom was heaving and almost spilling out of the silky material. It was obvious that Sandra was jealous as the attention was on Molly instead of her so she decided to send evil glares at Molly continuously and being her mother's daughter Molls sent them straight back at her.

"So Molls, what do you study at school then" asked Steven

"Well I'm finishing my GCSEs at the moment..."everyone looked at her like she was insane instead of Stewart whose ears seemed to have pricked up. "Um, I meant O levels sorry, my minds all over the place. I study English, Maths, the Sciences, Art, Psychology, History and Dance."

"Psychology? So you look like you mum AND you think like her? God that is a scary combination." muttered Terry. Molly was about to challenge him when Gene threw his door of his office open with a look of disgust on his face.

"Oi, the MET pays you to work on cases not to cross examine Mads"

"Mads?" queried Molly

"Girls are bloody useless, your name love, if you haven't noticed it's Molly Alexandra Drake. You act like you mother-insane so I'm calling you MADs. It's you initials you daft bimbo."

"Charmed. Aslan"

"Excuse me?"

"Well if you have a nick name for me, I want one for you. You are the Manc Lion and you have long blond hair which you seem never to have cut so you ARE Aslan"

"Give me strength, oi bollocks tea 5 sugars"

"For the last time Guv my name is Bullock not Bollocks and I'm not a tea lady." Kim hissed exasperatedly.

"If I tell you to make me a cuppa bloody do it"

"Gene, leave it out. Just because she is female doesn't mean she is chained to the kitchen sink" With that Molly grabbed Gene's suit and practically dragged him in to the kitchenette. The whole of CID burst out into laughter when they heard Molly explaining how to make a cup of tea in the most patronising manner.

Sandra walked over to the other detectives and propped herself on the desk which used to be Alex's. She listened intently to their conversations of the past team. Trying to piece together exactly what kind of woman this "Drake" was, she must have been quite something to dump a child on Gene. It was no secret that Sandra had her eye on Gene and she would do anything to ensnare him.

"So this Drake, she sounds like a right little scrubber, she must of been on her back a few times to climb the good old career ladder" spouted Sandra venomously. Everyone stared at her in complete shock, they knew she was a bitch but for those who knew DI Drake their blood began to boil. "God and I bet that brat of a daughter is just like her. Bet both Drakes' are all fur coats and no knickers, you just have to strip off the posh exterior and inside lies cheap little whores."

"How dare you?" Sandra whipped around to face Molly who had a face like thunder. "You can say what you like about me because I'm pretty immune to peoples' prejudice bullshit but my mother is nothing of the sort. The only person who is a filthy little trollop is you and I bet your knickers have been up and down more times for your career than a bloody prostitute's. My mother has more class in her little finger than your whole entire existence."

"Well, I don't know why you are defending her, love. She must be a shit mother if she has dumped you here while she gallivants on an undercover operation without a care in the world."

Everything happened in a blur of activity. Molly's left first collided with Sandra's jaw with a deafening impact, sending the DS staggering backwards into the double doors which of course meant she found herself flat on her back. Gene grabbed Molly to restrain her but got a kick in the groin for the trouble. She snatched up her bag and almost ran out of CID, while the inhabitants stared after her in shock. They looked down at Sandra and felt no pity towards her, they could empathise with Molly's actions and they also could relate to the Guv's temporally predicament as he was hunched over clasping his crown jewels.

The rain was descending from the heavens with so much force it was frightening. The dirty grey clouds enveloped the darkening sky. Heavy droplets of rain clasped to Moll's freezing body as she was walking aimlessly around London. Her hair had become slicked back due to the force of the rain, mascara had travelled down the contours of her face and her heels kept getting stuck in the grass of the park she was strolling through. London had changed, or will change so much and so finding distinguishing features to fine her way back to the police station looked nearly impossible. She had run flat out when she had escaped from the mad cow's presence and didn't take a slightest notice of her surroundings. She was cold, wet, utterly starving and craved a familiar face.

Meanwhile Gene was marching around his office wracked with grief. It was 9 o'clock at night, she had been gone for about 3 and a half hours and he had no idea where she would be. As soon as he had recovered he had scurried after her but she had eluded him. He had sent out his team and the plods to go and look for her but still nothing. He had failed Bolly, himself and more importantly Molly. Yes, it hurt seeing a little Alex totter around the place. It practically made his heart bleed but he had to be tough because if he hadn't God knows what would have happen.

The Super was sitting in Gene's chair watching him carefully. He knew how much Gene had changed and he decided it was for the better. Tom Cavangher had learnt of his true existence here the day after DI Drake had entered the pub. Nelson had explained it to him as Gene was still to tender to do it himself. Tom had built a life here and had a son so he decided to deny the pub. His boy had no idea that this place was a lie and that was the way Tom wanted it to remain. So now he helped to support Gene as the Manc Lion was not on top form.

"We will find her, I promise. If she is like your Alex she will be fine"

"I know we will bloody find her but the question is will she be alive or dead. And yes she is like her mother that's what is fucking worrying me because Alex attracted 1st class nutters and head cases."

Tiredness pulled at her eyes she desperately craved Gene's spare room and a piping hot meal. Instead she was stuck in one of London's many parks without her mobile. In all the times you actually need to use it, it isn't even invented yet thought Molly wirily. A loud wolf whistle broke through her revive and she looked up to see a gang of boys strolling over to her. They were easily about 18 and 19 years of age and looked bloody terrifying. Their eyes seemed to scan her body and their pupils began to dilate with lust. Molly's throat became constricted; she could not breathe probably due to the fear which had gripped her whole body. She turned on her heel and ran away as fast as she could from the jeering boys. Her heels were restricting her, stopping her from running away properly. They drew nearer by every breath from all sides, they seemed to more and more of them then a fist connected with her face forcing her to the ground. Before she slipped into unconsciousness she could hear horrific laughter break the relative silence of the night.

Ohhh I know cliff hanger at last (punches the air). I will try to update but exams are bogging me down. If I get reviews I might lob the maths revision out of the window for a while hint hint. Hoped you liked it