Sam Tyler was a very good spy. Was.
Alex Drake is a good spy. She thinks. She hopes.
She questions it most days, sitting behind her desk. Sitting in Gene's car. Sitting in the briefing room staring at her new identity yet again. Most days Alex wonders if Gene knows what they've been trying to do to him the whole time.
Most days it feels like betrayal. Especially the ones where she wakes up in his bed, sheets around her waist and a large hand under her pyjama shirt seeking warmth and the smooth skin under it.
Gene is fascinated by the scar on her belly. A childhood accident she said, pulling her dress back down over it. Lie. C Section.
Alex Drake loves her job. Loves it, lives it, breathes it. But she hates this. There is nothing wrong with Gene she's starting to see.
Maybe Sam had figured out that too.
Maybe that's why they got rid of him.
