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Repetitions of the Future	By : gallygaskins Category: 1 through F > Ashes to Ashes Views: 1463 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 15 – The morning after …

As she awoke, Alex found that yet again she was on her own. Sadness briefly washed over as she turned in her bed only to be greeted with the pile of his clothes where they had been left the night before, her own had been picked up and draped over the wicker chair that sat in the corner of the room. “How the hell does he manage to get out of bed without waking me up?” She mused, looking at the clock and checking the time. It was nearly 8; she’d better get up and find out where he was.

A spring was definitely in her step as she seemed to glide from the bed and over to the door, looking back at the dishevelled bedding in wonderment as she pulled the burgundy dressing gown around her body and tightened the belt into a bow. She stepped out of the room and into the living space wandering about seeking out the man that had made her feel so complete the night before. She lent against the frame of the archway into the kitchen unnoticed, watching him as he continued to work away in front of her. She smiled, if at anytime in her life she had ever been made to feel real then this was it and strangely it had been in her world of imaginary constructs. She quietly padded across the floor finding a position behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist, kissing him at the centre of his back and leaning her body into him making sure that he was indeed real and was still really there, taking in his scent and falling into step against his breathing pattern. “You know, I really would like to wake up with you in my arms at least once before I die, Mr Hunt.”

Gene laughed, “don’t worry, I don’t intend on leaving you every morning, you just looked so peaceful, didn’t want t’ wake you.” He felt her move to his left side, trailing her hands around him and leaving her right hand on his waist.

“What are you up to?” Alex asked.

“Breakfast! I was just ‘bout t’ bring it in but seein’ as you’re here …” He flicked his head in the direction of the small table that sat by the wall.

She took a seat and settled herself. He brought over a mug of coffee and a plate with some boiled eggs and toast. “’Ope they’re alright, couldn’t find an egg timer an’ the clock ‘as stopped,” he said looking up to the timepiece above their heads, “so ‘ad t’ guess.”

She watched him return with his own breakfast as she started to crack the top off the egg, she giggled, soldiers, how long had it been since she’d had them? Gene questioned her with a look, “soldiers, I’ve not had these in ages.”

“Not with Molly?”

“She’s 12, now. Far too old for them!” Her smile faded as she thought about her daughter.

Gene had to get her back to him, “I always ‘ave soldiers, no better way than dunking them in your egg, not that we can ‘cause these are a bit over done!”

She knew what he was trying to do, her bright smile returning. She reached over placing her hand over his. “Thank you!”

“My pleasure!” They sat peacefully for a while, eating and drinking, glad that the other was still there. Gene broke the silence, “How are you feelin’?”

Her face went to his, “very good, thanks.” She watched him intently, catching his blue orbs in her hazel gaze, “you do realise that it’s my turn next, to be domineering.” She suggested playfully reaching under the table with her right foot and rubbing it up Gene’s leg.

“I were counting on it,” he said as he took another swig of his drink, “can’t wait to see what you’ve got planned! Alex?”

“Yes?”

“Did I … well, you know … was I?” ‘Did I meet your expectations? Was I good enough for you?’ He thought, ‘you can ask her that, she won’t mind!’

“What?” She asked, perfectly aware of what he was trying to ask, very poorly.

Frustrated by her question, he stated blankly, “meet your needs?”

She beamed, nodding her head thinking about the countless dreams she’d had of them together, “You … We exceeded them!” She watched him cheer up considerably. She only hoped that she would live up to his when it was her turn to lead. “What are we going to say when people start asking us about our relationship?”

“I’m goin’ t’ tell ‘em t’ mind their own,” Gene said, “I’m not concerned ‘bout ‘em, my concern is you. I’m more concerned that this will cause us more trouble than it’s worth!”

“Meaning what?”

“I love you, Alex; I ne’er want to see you in a state like you were in when we found you on that boat! I’m not gonna want to see you in ‘arm’s way. I’m your superior officer an’ I have this feeling that you’re gonna disobey me more now than you’ve ever done in the past. Perhaps one of us …?”

“What, Gene, transfer? Leave? Can I ask you one thing?” He nodded, “have you ever had reason to question my professionalism before?”

“No, I couldn’t ask for a better DI.”

They held hands across the table, each looking into the other’s eyes searching them for answers. Alex finally spoke, “Look, I know there’s going to be times when I’m going to want to do things my way and, to be honest, I don’t really think that you would want that any other way; I promise I will do as I’m ordered to do. I’ve never been so defiant against a senior officer than I have with you but that’s because until the bombing I never thought any of this was real. There were so many times that you could have had me hauled across the coals, suspended even, but you didn’t; so I carried on, pushing you seeing how far I could bend you, seeing what it would take to finally break you, but you’re right we’re unbreakable, the lot of us. And you know, this runs both ways, we’re police officers there are always going to be times when one or the other or both of us are going to be in harms way, we knew that when we signed up. But we both know we can handle ourselves and that situation with Layton was personal. I should never have gone after him the way I did in the first place.”

“I just worry that you’ll be taken from me, like Sam was! And I don’t want to be in a position like poor Annie is, bringing up a kid on ‘er own.”

She eyed him suspiciously, “what are you saying? That you want to settle down with me and have a child?”

“Maybe, one day. Don’t you fancy you an’ me an’ a couple a kids in some semi?”

“Well I don’t know,” she teased, “depends if you can keep me in the style that I’m accustomed to!”

“I reckon I’d be alright, I didn’t see any Bollinger in the fridge when I got the milk out earlier and I bet you’ve got nothing on under that dressing gown, you sure you’re posh?”

She got up from her seat and walked around the table, undoing the belt of her dressing gown and allowing it to fall open and reveal herself underneath. “Beautiful” he muttered.

“I’ll let you decide,” she said as she stood inches away from him, using her body to reel him in, he reached for her grabbing her and pulling her to him so that she straddled him on the seat. He freed his growing arousal positioning her over it and allowing her to encase him within her.

“Jesus, Bols, I’ve known some women in my time but you …”

“Yes?”

“Definitely alright for a posh bird!”

************

Alex and Gene entered the small café on Hope Street just before 10 o’clock. “I can see why you made breakfast!” Alex said under her breath. Gene rolled his eyes and told her to take a seat, he went to the counter and ordered two cups of steaming coffee, a tea and a coke, and the waitress said she’d bring them over.

“So why are we here?” Alex questioned as Gene took a seat next to her.

“There’s someone I think you should meet! The person I’ve been meeting with over the last week or so. Alex, the last thing I want,” he took her hands in his bringing them to his lips and kissing them, “is for you to be jealous of someone that you really shouldn’t be. And if that means you meeting them and finding out what we’ve been working on then so be it, I know I can trust you with the information.”

“Well, if I hadn’t witnessed it with me own two eyes!” Alex’s gaze shot across to the speaker whilst Gene turned in his seat, the slightest touch of embarrassment tingeing his cheeks.

“Annie, Daniel! Come on sit down,” Gene said, rearranging the cups on the table as his guests took the two opposite chairs. “Alex, there’s someone I’d like you to meet! This is …”

“Annie Cartwright?” Alex asked, extending her hand out to the woman she assumed to be the mother of the little lad she recognised form the photo in Gene’s flat. Annie looked to Gene, smiling broadly, her eyebrows raised skyward, then turned toward Alex, took her hand and shook it gratefully.

“She’s smart! What can I say?” Gene acknowledged, shrugging his shoulders.

“It’s Annie Tyler, actually. This is my son, Daniel.”

“Hello, Daniel,” Alex said, offering her hand to him as well. He took it and shook it vigorously.

“He’s getting so much like his dad, with every passing day.” Annie reflected, ruffling the boy’s hair with an affection that only a parent would have for their children. “I understand you knew Sam, from his time at Hyde?”

Alex didn’t know what to say, did Sam never tell Annie about his life in 2006. She’d understood from his statements that he had mentioned it on a number of occasions, always being met with cynicism, but surely with his later relationship with her, he’d have told her about it, tried to make her understand. What on earth was she going to say? “I didn’t know him that well, I spent a little time with him but we weren’t friends or anything!”

“Oh, I thought you’d worked together?”

Alex looked to Gene; from the look on his face he’d obviously said that to Annie. “I did, but it was one case, I was brought in for my expertise. I wished I’d had the opportunity to know him longer, I think we could have been friends, but I wasn’t needed at Hyde anymore and he was transferred permanently.”

“Oh,” she replied, nodding her head, “So, Guv’, have you told Alex anything yet.”

“No, ‘aven’t ‘ad much chance yet!” Alex lowered her head to hide her staggeringly wide grin. “I thought this would be best though, I were meetin’ you anyway.” He turned back to Alex, “Annie ‘as done a bit of surveillance for us, an’ we’ll soon be able to do a bit of undercover work. We can’t do that ‘cause Markham knows us all by sight, I’ve brought Annie in for that especially.”

“So, what have we got?”

Annie placed a folder on the table for Alex to take and look through. Inside were photographs of Markham and Lacey meeting up, packages being handed over, some looked like they were drugs, some looked like money. “I’ve been surveilling these two since I got down to London,” Annie said, “I’ve also managed to get close to Markham, enough for him to trust me and I’ve been able to record some of the conversations he’s had with Lacey.”

“We think Markham is using one of Layton’s remaining boats to sell his cocaine on and have them prossie party’s like the one you went undercover on,” Gene explained. “Annie has kindly agreed to be used as bait, so that perhaps we can shut these bas…,” he stopped himself remembering that Daniel was sat at the table. “Bad men down!”

“So, we’re going to confront Lacey with the evidence, and then we’re going to go after Markham when we know which boat he’s using, right?” Alex asked.

“Yeah, still want you to regr…, you know, take Burridge back with your voodoo witch doctor cr…, stuff as well!” Gene said.

Alex sighed, was he ever going to take her seriously, ‘of course, he will,’ she reminded herself, ‘it’s just this is 1981 and modern policing hasn’t even begun yet’. “Ok, well I’ll go and do that now. By the time I’ve finished we can then have a word with Lacey.”

“By which time, I’ll be taking Ray and Chris through the plans for the operation!” Annie interjected.

“Ok, Annie, we’ll see you later,” Gene said, as he and then Alex got up form their seats and moved toward the door, “I’ll get Shaz t’ give you a ring when me an’ Bols are talking t’ Lacey. Let’s get back to the station.”

*************

From his office, Gene saw Burridge leave the confines of the interview room and head off toward the toilet. Soon she’d be out through that door and sashaying her hips toward him, he had the perfect viewpoint. No sooner had he put pay to the idea of actually taking her over his desk that very afternoon, than one swing door was opened and in she strutted never stopping until she had reached his office. She’d noticed him watching her too, not that that wasn’t an unusual occurrence, hadn’t been for some time even before they’d got together, but she never tired of his unending gaze, those blue eyes of his attempting to pierce her very soul with every step she took closer to him.

Once inside she shut the door behind her and pulled the blinds too, they’d wanted to give the impression that they were up to some kind of sordid ‘tete a tete’; they knew that that wouldn’t be difficult to pull off and have everyone believe. ‘Mind you,’ Alex thought, ‘doesn’t mean we can’t actually do something!’ She crossed the room and walked around Gene’s desk. She pulled his legs from off the table and positioned herself in his lap.

“’Ave you gone stark raving bonkers, Bolly?” Gene was unsettled by her behaviour, what was she up to?

Alex silenced him with her right index finger pressed against his lips. “Don’t worry, it’s for effect. In case anyone decides to just barge in!” She put her arms around his neck and held herself to him, his arms found their way around her waist and thighs, supporting her whilst being able to ‘cop a feel’ and delicately massaging the area.

“Did it work?” He asked.

“Kind of, he remembers putting Markham in the car. He remembers Lacey driving erratically, and he remembers seeing some lock ups before he blacked out, which means they weren’t on Heffner Way like Lacey told us, there all houses on that road.”

“Shadwell, do you think? Where Layton ‘ad ‘is?”

“Could be. But he said something strange, about the supposed ambush. He doesn’t recall the ambush at all, he wasn’t dragged from the car before being hit like Lacey claimed, and his attacker came from behind, possibly Markham himself. His scar suggests the same. Lacey said they were hit on the forehead.”

“Mmm, right so evidence now pointin’ more toward them toe-rags, good, it’s gonna be very satisfyin’ gettin’ them bastards behind bars!”

She nodded her agreement. She was now troubled by their earlier conference with Annie, asking, “did Sam never tell Annie he was from 2006?”

Gene relaxed back into his chair taking her with him, his eyes drifted toward the newspaper cut out he had on the wall, “’e tried telling us all at various times, she just thought ‘e were delusional, still ended up fallin’ for ‘im though. Like I did, with you!” He touched her chin with his thumb, rubbing its surface against her soft skin to finally rest his hand over her cheek. They both smiled, lost in their own world momentarily. “When Annie an’ me met up a couple weeks ago, to talk ‘bout this operation, we got t’ talkin’ ‘bout Sam. She told me e’d still tried to convince ‘er that e’d come from the future, she pandered to ‘im. That’s when I told ‘er ‘bout you, she thinks I’m mad but maybe you should speak t’ ‘er, when you’re on your own, without Daniel.”

“Yes, maybe. I don’t really know what to say if you’ve already told her about me.”

“I only told ‘er the basics. Not ‘bout your parents, only that you’d worked with him, nothin’ much.”

“Ok, I’ll try. I suppose this is the point where I have to regretfully alight your lap, then!”

“Not before you give the Guv’ a peck on the cheek!” He smiled up to her; she did as she was bid before trying to get up from her seat. He held onto her not allowing her to move, arresting her head and kissing her to within an inch of her life before reluctantly letting go and allowing her to get up. “’Ope that’ll keep you goin’ ‘til tea time?”

“Which one?” She breathed out, still attempting to recover her composure before they went and confronted Lacey. “I think you’ve finally scrambled my brain!”

“Well, it were already on its way! Now,” he got up from the desk and moved to the door, “let’s find Lacey!”

**********

The interview had dragged on for what seemed like forever, Lacey was still sticking to his story despite everything they had from Burridge and confronted him with. It was now time for them to play their trump card. Gene knew that once the pictures were out on the table Lacey would cave, much as he had done in 2007.

“You are really testing my patience, DC Lacey!” Gene bellowed, “I’m glad you were ne’er one of mine, you insolent …”

“DCI Hunt?” Alex questioned sweetly, giving him her ‘don’t push it too far, Guv’’ look. “I think what my esteemed colleague is trying to ascertain is why you feel it necessary to lie to us? We know the truth DC Lacey. We know you had involvement in my kidnapping, we know you had involvement with Markham’s escape, we know you’ve been taking backhanders from him, too.”

“Without evidence you can’t prove a fing?” A very brave Lacey said.

They all turned as Ray came into the room brandishing the folder with the photographs. Gene grabbed the folder and threw it on the desk, “you want evidence, there’s your bloody evidence,” he pushed it across the table to Lacey’s awaiting hands. His hands shook as he opened the folder soon confronted with his and Markham’s image splashed over everyone in various stages of a deal.

“Jesus!”

“’E ain’t goin’ t’ be much ‘elp to you at the moment! Where’s Markham?”

“What do I get in return?”

Gene lent across the desk, his anger virtually spilling out from within in him, “You cheeky bloody …” Alex grabbed Gene’s wrist, she had to make sure he checked himself. He looked back at her and winked, he was totally in control. “I’ll let you into a little secret, Lacey. I were like you once, eager to please, always bouncin’ around makin’ sure I could make someat of meself. I were even bent for a bit, but I saw the error of me ways, got out before it took over me. I also know what’ll ‘appen should I let you continue to work within the establishment. You’ll be back in uniform within 10 year, doing well, rising through the ranks because you know if you stay in CID I’ll be watchin’ your back and keepin’ you down. Maybe then I’ll be removed from office or promoted up out a way so as not to be any ‘arm to you an’ without me to back CID up you can’t be caught and punished for allowing dirty, rotten, scumbags like Markham to sell their disgustin’ wares on my streets.

“But, I’m nothin’ if not fair. You give me Markham, an’ I’ll let you keep your life. Minus the benefits of a cushy job in the Met that is! But I ever ‘ere you are dealin’ on my patch I’ll personally make sure you get banged up good an’ proper, d’you ‘ear me?”

Quite expectedly by Gene, Lacey folded. “He’s usin’ ‘Queen Bess’, the last of ‘em boats what Lacey had, for partyin’ on anyhow!”

“And it’s moored?”

“About a mile or so further on from where ‘Lady Di’ woz moored.”

“Thank you! Raymondo? Lock ‘im up!”
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