A/N: Thanks to all for your lovely reviews. This fic was originally intended to be a oneshot, yet, due to (semi) popular demand, here we are.

Gene and Alex are spending another night together on surveillance. Henceforth, I present:

CONVERSATIONS PART 2 – Return of the Boredom

9.52pm

"Not all male ballet dancers are gay, Gene"

"They're all a big bunch of poofs. They wear tights. Christ."

"A lot of strong, masculine men wear tights. Even kings used to wear tights back in the day, Henry the Eighth for instance, and he had six wi—"

"Hundreds of years ago, Bolly"

"...And you have to be fairly strong to lift a woman straight up in the air light that. Some have very defined muscles..."

"I've lifted you plenty of times. And I wasn't wearing tights"

10.37pm

"I'm just pointing out, Gene, that if you persist in breaking down strangers' doors you shouldn't be surprised if there's an angry dog on the other side of it. And, no, showing me your bite again will not get me to change my mind on the matter!"

11.57pm

"He is guilty as sin! God, your ego is so large that you let it stand in the way of perhaps realising someone else might be right!"

"No, I'm agreeing with you"

"You never listen to any of my psyc— what?"

1.05am

"No, no, a flush is five cards of the same suite, a straight is five cards of different suites in order and a flush beats a straight"

"Well, this is ridiculous, how the hell am I going to remember all that? Why don't we pick a game that we're both familiar with?"

"Fine, you choose sulky-knickers!"

1.30am

"Do you have an eight?"

"Go fish"

2.51am

"One day you'll be chasing some bastard and you'll fall down and break an ankle on those towers you wear on your feet and when that happens you can't come crawling to cry on my shoulder."

3.42am

"Wakey wakey Drakey"

"Wha—Did you draw on my face?"

"If you choose to sleep on the job, I choose your punishment"

"What on earth did you use?... Is that my new Chanel lipstick?"

4.56am

"I see a light on upstairs. It's Jones. "

"What's he up to?"

"Oh, that's interesting."

"Hand over the binoculars, Drake... Oh, that's disgusting!"

"Look what he's got in his hand"

"I don't want to look at that!"

"His other hand, Gene"

"Let's get him... Once he puts some clothes on"

6.37am

"How's the back, Guv?"

"I don't need your sympathy, Detective Inspector"

"You could have done yourself some damage, a man of your age taking a fall like that"

"Are you calling me old?"

"No, no, not like that... I'm sure you'll catch Jones another night."