Funk to Funky

Chapter 7- Mini Bolly& Mini Hunt

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I'm inconceivably sorry about the gap between updates but life has been filled to the brim with problematic issues, necessities and birthdays. The main reason for the colossal delay is GCSEs which I seemed to have millions of and that I was in hospital for a while due to having an operation which of course buggered up my GCSEs, social life and writing. II would also be grateful if you would all review so I can see how popular this is and I am desperately craving feedback so I can battle my way through writers block. Enough excuses on with the next chapter.

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 be 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.

Roaming hands seemed to slither around her like slimy tentacles ensnaring her. Molly's vision was distorted by tears and the shock of the blow to her head. Her body seemed to be unresponsive to her mind's desperate pleas to fight back instead she just seemed to try and switch off and let the horrific but inevitable occur. Then she felt them all retract away from her, her mind simply could not work out why. A smooth southern voice pierced the sky.

"Leave her alone, Or I swear to god I'll..."

"You'll what pal, stop us? Love to see you try your only a scrawny git and there is 6 of us" laughed one of the disgusting boys who was moments previously trying to violate her. Everything happen with a blur, the unknown stranger made a swing for the nearest member of the gang. Due to the attack being so quick and unexpected everyone seemed to freeze apart from Molly who seemed to be galvanised into action as she could see a way out of this shambolic mess. She brought her knee up in to one of the boy's groins and darted out of the throng, kicking her heels off as she went. She did not care about the loss of her shoes or the gravel and broken glass shredding her feet because she knew it would be nothing compared to the pain and hell she would be forced to live through if those boys caught up with her once more. She pelted onwards, spurred on by the insanely quick footsteps behind her. She felt a hand grab on to her dress and her scream wrecked the night sky.

"Follow me, I know where we can go"

"Why should I trust you?"

"It's either that love or wait for them to get you" he extended his hand and with a second or so of pondering she grabbed his hand and was forcible dragged out of the park and down the main road, following a small pathway until they came out near a row of houses and flats. They clutched the walls gasping for air as the hearts battled to stay inside their ribcages; a bellow spurred them in to a run once more.

"Come back here you little whore". They could see the gang rounding the corner and Molly had never known relief like it when her eyes were flooded by a bright light and she found herself outside Fenchurch East police station. She jumped up the stairs two at a time and legged it past the desk sergeant who bellowed after her in the process. She might have only been here for about a day but she knew this station like the back of her hand as she had walked this way so many times before through her dreams. She hurtled through the CID doors to find Terry, Poirot and Bammo giving descriptions of herself down the telephone and Gene almost defeated in his chair and another man who she had never met before leaning on the filing cabinet also looking as stressed out as Gene.

As she battled to control her breathing, the nameless boy crashed through the doors jolting everyone from their thoughts. For the first time Molly was able to take in the boy in front of her. He was slightly taller than her with broad shoulders, messily cute blond hair and the purest green eyes she had ever seen. His cheeks were flushed red with exhaustion, so much so he was nearly doubled over. Due to the racket of this elusive boy's arrival, Gene's attention was snapped to the outer office. There was one dishevelled but alive Molly Drake, he could of fainted with relief but instead his blood began to boil with pure fury. He marched out of his office with a look which could have killed.

"Drake, where the bloody hell have you been? You stupid selfish tart. I have been here worried that something awful has happened and..." Gene was cut short when her face whipped around and there on her right cheek was a vulgar purple bruise beginning to blossom over her pale pink skin. A lump appeared in Gene's throat as he saw it and noticed that her heels had disappeared. "Molls what has happened?" Then Gene's attention was snapped away from her and on to the boy next to her.He grabbed the boy's shirt and pinned him on the nearest desk sending paper filing in all directions.

"You little bastard, what have you done? If you have laid one finger on my little girl"

"Gene stop it, he helped me Gene. Please let him go, you know violence does not solve issues" Reluctantly Gene released the boy who looked petrified and whizzed around to face Molly.

"What do you mean helped?"

"I was ermmm lost and he helped me to find the police station again and I'm sorry I hurt you, ran off but I'm not sorry for punching that bitch. I off to make a drink of coffee" and with that she headed to the small kitchenette craving its warmth. Gene however grabbed at the boy and practically dragged him in to his office to be confronted by a very surprised looking Superintendent.

"Jake, what the hell have you done to piss Gene Hunt off?"

"This your sprog then Tom? Well, well I never. What where you doing around Molly? And before you give me all that lost bullocks I want the truth."

"Molly well she was walking in the park when this gang of blokes started wolf whistling at her. She ignored them and tried to avoid them but they didn't like that. I think they wanted to have their way with her Mr Hunt. I saw how frighten she was and tried to help. She's ok though nothing actually happen."

"Fucking hell that girl is too much like her mother, Tom I'm not cut out for this she has only been in my care, what? About forty eight hours and she has already made enemies with a member of the team, assault said team member, ran off, got lost, bruise the size of all Hitler's occupied countries in world war two and nearly raped. Well this is a brilliant start. NOT." Shouted Gene to Tom and collapsed in his desk chair looking exhausted. Tom just smiled at him.

"Who would have thought it, The Manc Lion getting all paternal. DI Drake was a tough bird and I'm sure little Molly will be to and probably even stronger due to the rather dramatic life she has been leading. Do this for Alex, Gene if nothing else." Gene nodded solemnly and walked out of his office and towards where Molly was drinking her drink he whispered in her ear that he knew the truth and they were going home. Molly eyes snapped towards Jake who was standing sheepishly in the door of Gene's office while Gene and Tom were near the double doors.

"You complete prick, why did you have to open you massive mouth and start spilling every little detail to him."

"He had to know"

"No he fucking well didn't Jake this is my screwed up life so let me live they way I want to."

"Excuse me for rescuing you from a gang of bastards who would of most likely raped you if I hadn't found you. Next time remind me not to help such an ungrateful stuck up posh bitter bitch like you"

"Don't worry Cavangher there won't be another time because I can look after myself and don't need some drippy lanky sod like you anywhere near me" They exchanged vile comment after vile comment and Tom could not help but laugh.

"You know who they remind me of Gene?"

"Yeah me and Lady B"

"Got it in one"

"Oh fuck, Tom this is like foreseeing a train crash"

"Yep and if they are anything like you two wear this is going to be an explosive and noisy ride"

"God help me" and with that Gene wandered over to Molly and practically dragged her out of CID and drove her back to the place she would have to start thinking of as home for the foreseeable future.

Another chap done whop whop. Next chapter will contain probably my favourite LOM character to spice things up a bit hope you like and pretty please review. Or I will set my growling rabbit on you and no I'm not lying I actually have a bunny which growls.