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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 20 – An accident!

The team were undercover, a smuggling ring was due to sell it’s shipment of Heroine at a three star hotel near Regent’s Park and they were waiting to hear the deal go down on the ‘bugs’ that had been placed in the room the gang were expected to use.

“I am so bloody bored of sodding paperwork!” Alex bit out, “I need a bloody drink,” she got up from her desk and moved across CID to the kitchenette, “want one Shaz?” She enquired as she came back out into the main office and going into Gene’s. She came back out with Gene’s bottle of contraband waving it in front of her, “to take the nip off!” She disappeared back into the kitchenette and reappeared as quickly again to stow the whiskey back from where she’d found it. “He’ll never know,” she motioned to Shaz as she went back to finish the drinks off.

Shaz smiled to herself, Alex had done it once everyday this week, usually by mid afternoon when she’d moaned that she was bored, the Guv’ would find out sooner or later. Shaz was busy cross referencing shipments and payments that the team had been told about, making sure that when they later pulled the gang in for questioning there would be plenty of evidence to back up their lines of enquiry, she knew she’d have to get on, they were expected back within the next hour or so.

The telephone rang, Shaz answered it, a solicitor on the other end of the line was asking about a robbery that had happened five weeks previously, she took down the details and hoped that another WPC would be provided by human resources as soon as possible, the other having left after two days of Ray’s continuing barrage of sexist remarks and unwanted advances. She heard Alex’s scream before she heard the clatter of china against the linoleum covered flooring. “I’m sorry I’m gonna have to go, I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.” She replaced the receiver and sprinted over to the kitchenette pulling herself around the doorframe and finding Alex attempting to get back onto her feet after picking up the large pieces of china and putting them on the worktop. She rushed over and helped Alex up. “Are you alright, ma’am?”

Alex dusted herself down and smoothed her hands down her skirt. “Fine, fine,” she said looking at Shaz, “just a little shaken, I knew these boots were going to be the death of me,” she said gesturing to the flat heeled, black suede boots she had been wearing since she’d found out she was pregnant, “No grip! Slipped on some water. Think I’m just going to go to the toilet.”

“Here y’are, I’ll make the tea. I’ll send a search party out if you’re not back in ten minutes, alright?”

Alex nodded, she’d come to really like Shaz over the few weeks Alex had been mentoring her. “Thanks Shaz!” She quietly made her way through CID rubbing her back as she went, making her way to the Ladies.

Shaz finished off the tea and took the mugs through to the office placing them on the desk. She looked at the clock; DI Drake had only been five minutes so far. She picked up the radio “DCI Hunt?” She called; she knew she’d get what for if she didn’t let him know what had happened. “DCI Hunt?”

“Yeah, DC Granger, what is it?”

“Just thought I’d best let you know, DI Drake has just had a fall, she slipped on some water when she went to make some tea!”

“Is she ok?” He asked gently, Shaz could hear the concern in his voice.

“She seemed ok, gone to the toilet. I said I’d check on her in 10 minutes.”

“Right, thanks Granger, keep me posted! We should be back within the hour!”

“Yes, Guv’! Over and out!”

She looked back at the clock, 18 minutes now. She made her way out of CID and down to the toilets, going in and listening for the DI. Was that a sniffle? “DI Drake? Are you in here?” Another sniffle, “Ma’am?”

“I’m here Shaz!” A quiet voice sounded from behind the middle stall.

“Are you ok, ma’am?”

“I don’t know, I’ve got a bit of backache!”

“I’ll get you some paracetamol!”

“Shaz, wait! There’s something else, I’m … I’m …”

“Ma’am? You’re worrying me!”

“… bleeding, I’m … bleeding!” She was sobbing, “I think someone should take me to the hospital!”

“Right, sit tight, ma’am, I’ll get help!” Within 5 minutes she was back, “WPC Fleet has given me this for you,” she passed the sanitary towel under the door, “PC Thompson is going to take you to City General, when you’re ready.” Alex opened the door, her face was so pale despite her makeup and she was shaking. She took Shaz’s arm, walking out with her until she was safely deposited on the arm of PC Thompson. He took her to the waiting Panda car and drove like his life depended upon it.

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

“DCI Hunt?”

“Shaz, update! We’re on our way back.”

“Guv’, PC Thompson is taking DI Drake to City General as we speak!”

“Why?”

“She’s got backache, Guv’.” She hadn’t wanted to worry him.

“Backache? She’s gone to the hospital with backache?” He looked to Ray who was sitting in the passenger seat, who seemed as equally perplexed. He didn’t believe that that was the only thing wrong with Alex; he pushed on, “what else, Granger?”

Shaz didn’t say anything for a while, trying to work out if was a good idea or not, she gave in. “She’s bleeding too.”

Gene let Chris deal with the rest of the conversation as he stepped his driving up a gear and changed direction. “Ray, when I get t’ the hospital take Chris back t’ the office an’ start interrogatin’ them bastards! I’ll get there as soon as I can but I need to see ‘ow she is!” He made it to the hospital in double quick time; he shot out of the car leaving it turned on and the door wide open, waltzing into A & E like he owned the place. He strode to the receptionists desk as soon as he realised where it was, making his way to the front of the queue and flashing his warrant card. A bright staff nurse came and spoke to him asking him what he wanted, he asked after Alex and the nurse showed him to the little room that they had put her into for observation.

His hand trembled as it held onto the handle, the last time he’d done this she was lying in a coma in 2007, he remembered. Slowly he opened the door lest she be asleep; he didn’t want to disturb her. The door closed too behind him as he shuffled into the room, he watched her turn her head toward him, so forlorn and lost. Her eyes were red and her face ashen, she looked like a ghost. “Gene?” Her voice was small and timid. Wordlessly, he went to her, sitting on the edge of the bed and scooping her into his arms, gently stroking the hair out of her eyes and rubbing her back as she quietly sobbed into his shoulder. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered, he pulled her closer to him, he was sure that she had lost the baby but couldn’t figure out a way to ask. Almost as if she’d heard his thoughts she answered them, “I miscarried, Gene, I … God why am I so stupid,” she balled, “trying to mix work with … I should have just stayed home like you wanted me too.”

“Alex, you slipped! That could’ve ‘appened at ‘ome an’ could’ve been worse. At least you were with someone, ‘oo would there be at ‘ome?” She was crying in his arms again, “Thank God Shaz was wit’ you. ‘Ow do you think I’d ‘ave felt if it ‘ad been me findin’ you on the kitchen floor, passed out or worse!” Tears fell from his eyes landing in her hair as he held her as close as he could get to her, his arms wrapped tightly around her torso, afraid that if he didn’t she would no longer be there.

Alex managed to pull away from him; she put her hands to his face and drew him toward her. She kissed the tear tracks hoping that her action would take away some of the hurt, he was stricken, his usually bright blue eyes dull and lifeless. And she knew that her face mirrored his, she only hoped that their grief wouldn’t tear them apart.

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

For several weeks after the accident had happened, Alex and Gene had hardly said more than two words to one other, unless it was work related. Alex had been certificated off work by the police physician and had spent most of her time in bed, continuously feeling exhausted and crying herself to sleep.

Gene, for his part, did what he could, purposefully keeping himself away from her, waiting for her to tell him she was ready for him to return to their bed. He felt sure she just needed space. Every night he gave himself one look, opening their bedroom door, peering into the gloom to make sure she was still there. Sometimes he would go in and kiss her gently if he felt she was sleeping soundly enough before he took up residence in the spare bedroom, usually he would just go straight there.

Alex found herself getting up after he had gone to work, absently checking on how much whisky had been consumed the night before and how many cigarette ends she’d find by the back door or in the bin since he’d begun smoking again. She’d busy herself sorting out the dead blooms from the arrangements that kept finding their way into the front room, it felt like a chapel of rest. Every day there would be another card littering the mantelpiece, the writer sending their love and hoping that time would heal their broken hearts. She knew everyone meant well, she just couldn’t understand why the one person she needed the most kept away from her.

The phone began to ring; she crossed to where it stood on the table in the bay window and picked up the receiver. “Hello?” She enquired.

“Alex, its Annie!”

“Hi!”

“Hi, look we’re in town. When Gene told Sam what ‘ad ‘appened ‘e was beside ‘imself, felt we should be ‘ere an’ ‘elp out a bit. Can I come over?”

“Annie, I don’t think that would be such a good idea!”

“Look, we’re both trained in psychology; I know you’re feelin’ pretty bad right now, so I’m offering you some time away from all this. I know its goin’ to be difficult for you but perhaps we can go out, have some dinner, and talk if you want to.”

“Annie, I …!”

“Right, that’s settled then, I’ll be round in 5 minutes!”

It was more like 3. Alex opened the door to the blossoming Annie, “I’m sorry ‘bout this,” Annie joked pointing to her bump, “couldn’t leave it anywhere!”

Alex smiled; she knew Annie was only trying to help. “Come in! Would you like some tea?”

“Not especially,” she returned, closing the door behind her, “what I do want though is for you to be in some clothes in 10 minutes, don’t worry about your hair or anythin’, we’re goin’ to have a day to spoil ourselves,” she took her purse from her bag, “Sam gave me his credit card, silly man!” They both giggled.

Alex found herself in front of the wall mirror looking intently at her attire; it had been the first time since she’d got home from the hospital that she wore anything other than her pyjamas. She’d decided on a plain black t-shirt and a pair of black slacks which she’d bought for her maternity. An unchecked tear began to trickle down her cheek before she threw her hand to her face and wiped it away. She put the comb through her hair, found some flat ballet pumps and went down to the waiting Annie. “Ok?” She questioned. Annie smiled; at least she’d be getting her out of the house, beautiful as it was it still felt cold at that moment, as if the life had been sucked from it.

They walked out through the front garden to the Tyler family car, a fairly new Vauxhall Astra in orange. ‘Nice’, Alex thought sarcastically, it’d have to go some way to beat the Quattro. Annie got in and opened Alex’s door for her.

“Got an appointment at the Savoy spa first, seems like Donald couldn’t resist lettin’ us ‘ave whatever treatments we wanted.” Annie began, as she started to drive toward the city. “So, the choice is yours, there’s a leaflet in the glove box.”

Alex lent over and took the pamphlet from out of the compartment and began to read, “we can have whatever we like?”

Annie nodded, “I were gonna have a facial, get me hair done, and have a manicure.”

“I think we can do better than that, Annie!” Alex countered, remembering back to the spa days she used to have in 2007. “Let’s get the pain over with first, leg and underarm wax, and then move onto the pampering. Have you ever had a massage?”

Annie shook her head, “always felt a bit self conscious ‘bout gettin’ me body out for someat like that.”

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes!”

“It’s not as bad as you think and you can have as much or as little as you like massaged, so there’s no need to feel self conscious about it, really! Then we’ll have the facial, have to see if we can have the make up done then or not, not sure on that one, but then we can have manicure’s and pedicure’s done whilst we’re having our hair sorted out. How about that?” Alex said cheerfully, her mood had increased as soon as she’d walked out of that front door and now she was starting to come alive again. It was as if the house had been holding her down, ‘or maybe it was just not having Gene next to me,’ she thought gloomily.

“I think it’s a good job we’re getting’ here early,” Annie remarked as they pulled up to the front doors, the valet took the keys for the car and left them to wander into the reception area.

Donald was waiting for them as they walked through the door. He took hold of Annie and kissed her on the cheek, “I’m glad you managed to get her here,” he whispered before turning his attention to Alex. Pulling her into an embrace he kissed her in the same fashion and held her gently away from him, “my poor child, please accept my heartfelt condolences, when I found out what had happened I couldn’t quite believe it, I am so sorry. I told Annie to bring you here to have a day to yourself, I’ll take you both along to the spa in a minute and you can tell them what you want. I hope you don’t mind me asking but how are you?”

“Not good, I feel totally responsible for it and Gene doesn’t seem to want to know me anymore.”

Donald ushered her over to some plush seating and sat down with her, Annie followed at a short distance. “Alex, you might not believe it but that man is hurting very much. He doesn’t blame you,” Alex tried to butt in but Donald silenced her, “when I saw him yesterday he was a broken man. I asked him what was wrong and he told me about all of this. He doesn’t blame you, believe me. In fact, he was very relieved that you were at work when it happened, he told me that he would have felt he’d let you down if it had happened at home and no one knew. I’ve known Gene a very long time, we were in short trousers together before he decided to join the force and I joined the kitchens in the Aurora Hotel. He loves you, Alex; you only have to look in his eyes to know that, he’s never been this way before, not even when he met his first wife. There’s a fire in his belly and a song in his heart and it’s because of you, young lady, no one else.”

“So why is he keeping away from me?”

Annie had joined them on the sofa and placed her arm around Alex’s shoulders, “he needs you to tell him you’re ready to take him back, into your life an’ into your heart!”

“And into your bed!” Donald finished, “I didn’t think you were the type to blush, I wouldn’t have been so blunt Ms Drake.”

Alex took a respective hand of each in her party and held onto them both tightly, smiling profusely. “Thank you, both of you!”

A comfortable silence ensued, only broken by Donald’s words, “Right then ladies, the spa awaits!”

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

After their day in the spa, they took their time walking back through to reception. “Did you enjoy that, Annie?” Alex asked her new friend.

“Yeah, I must admit I’m glad I decided on that massage, thanks Alex. Gonna make sure I get a few more of them in before I have this little one,” she said patting her stomach.

“I knew it was good for pregnant women, a friend told me that she regularly had one when she was expecting,” she lied, thinking back to when she was carrying Molly. “Kept her sane, anyway! You look beautiful, may I say, and I’m sure Sam will appreciate it!”

“Mmm, as will Gene,” Annie remarked returning the compliment, “you look lovely, I’m quite jealous you know, wish I had cheek bones like yours!” Alex smiled and hugged Annie, “what’s wrong, Alex?”

“When Gene comes home, I’ll probably be in bed, asleep. I’m glad we didn’t pay for today, it would’ve been a waste of money.”

“Who says it’s ended yet!” Annie replied knowingly.

Donald joined them and looked both up and down appreciatively. “Your respective gentlemen are very lucky, right, ready for the next bit?” Annie nodded.

Alex was puzzled, what else were they going to surprise her with. He gave the key to Annie and let them make there way to the lifts. “So what else is planned for tonight?”

“Wait and see?” They walked into the room that Donald had laid on for them, a small buffet had been laid out for them and a bottle of champagne sat in an ice bucket. Annie picked it up turning the bottle around in her hands, “never had champagne before, not this good anyway?”

‘I might as well have a good time then,’ Alex thought, “Seems like there’s no time like the present to try something new then,” she took the bottle from Annie, Bollinger, she smiled to herself. Taking off the foil she undid the metal clasp and began pushing on the cork, attempting not to chip her maroon painted finger nails. Finally it gave way hitting the ceiling and landing near the window. She poured a glass for Annie and handed it to her, then poured one for herself. She held it up in a toast, “to my friend Annie, for helping to make me feel renewed today, thank you!”

“And to my friend Alex, I’m sorry for your loss but tonight is the first night of the rest of your life and I’m sure it will be a happy one.” They chinked glasses and drank heartily, picking at some of the nibbles on the silver platter, chattering away like old school friends as they continued to enjoy the others company. Annie looked at her watch, “better get on Alex, we have to be ready for 8!” She got up from her seat and walked over to the wardrobe, she pulled out two hangers with garments on them and laid them on the bed before pulling out two shoe boxes, opening them up to be able to distribute them to the correct outfit.

Alex walked over to the bed and looked over the dresses that lay on top of the covers, she realised that the black one looked ever so familiar; it was the dress she had worn on her first date with Gene, when she had still been hobbling about on crutches. “My dress!” She whispered in wonder.

“With a pair of killer ‘eels and some new underwear,” Annie motioned toward the shoe box and another box that had now joined it. “’Ope everything is ok for you, Alex, there’s some jewellery in there too. Do you want the bathroom?” She nodded animatedly, picking up the items and silently making her way into the bathroom.

She stripped everything from her body, still being able to smell the soft scent of the massage oil, and began putting on her garments. The underwear was extremely sheer, leaving very little to the imagination but the pieces were extremely well made and spoke luxury. Quickly she put on the bikini pants glad that she’d secretly had that one extra little waxing, she only hoped that the pain and extra effort would be worth it. The strapless underwired bra was next and she was amazed at how well her breasts were held up by the contraption and the shape that the cups gave her. She would look amazing in that dress now. She put that on next pulling the zip up and realising that it was now a little bigger on her, she’d obviously lost weight during her misery.

The knock to the door was soft and Alex opened it to reveal Annie standing in an equally befitting red number, which she’d teamed with red and gold accessories. “Do you need some help?” Annie asked.

“I’m ok, just need to put these stockings on and then I’ll be there.” Alex was soon finished, she’d used some of the accessories, plumping for her favourite twisted gold chain necklace and some gold coloured combs to hold her hair back from her face. She picked out some earrings in gold that seemed to match, not too small and not too large and she was then ready. She moved over to look at herself in the full length mirror and couldn’t believe the vision before her, “I bloody hope I get you back in my arms with this outfit tonight, Gene Hunt,” she remarked at her image.

“Can’t see that bein’ a problem, Bolly,” a familiar northern accent addressed her, she turned to see Gene standing in the doorway studying her, “that dress is even more breathtakin’ on you second time ‘round. You look stunnin’”.

She moved toward him, pushing the front collar of his jacket back a bit with her right hand so that she could lay her hand on his chest like she had the first day she had met him to see if his heart was beating. It was, very fast. She smiled, half expecting him to retaliate and return the favour as he had then. However, he decided to take a different tack and put his hand to her cheek, “come on, Bolly, there waitin’ for us to join them for dinner,” he moved away slightly and offered his arm. They walked from the room and down to the restaurant.

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

The evening had been interesting and varied and as Gene carefully guided Alex over the dance floor they fell easily into each other’s rhythm. Alex thought it was high time for her to take the initiative, seeing as they were now relatively alone. “I’m surprised you haven’t tried to ‘cop a feel’, Mr Hunt?” She teased him.

“I’m tryin’ to be a gentleman; I’ll ‘ave you know. The kind that my Bolly’s used to!” He countered.

They continued swirling around slowly in silence for a minute or two, Alex totally confused by his non-actions. What did she have to do? Frustration overcame her, she stopped dancing, breaking their contact and squaring up to him. “What do I have to do to get you to kiss me, Gene?” She asked.

“Ask me?”

She stood leaning with her hand firmly on her hip, her eyes smouldering at his comment, “what? You’re expecting me to ask you to kiss me? I have to ask my fiancé to kiss me?” He nodded. ‘Wait, she remembered Annie’s and Donald’s words’, ‘he needs you to tell him you’re ready to take him back, into your life an’ into your heart!’, ‘and into your bed!’ She found his blue eyes searching her face as she began beaming, he smiled back. She crossed the distance between them and put her hands on his bottom gently squeezing the cheeks, as she lent into him, “kiss me Gene, love me, take me to bed!”

“Thank Christ for that,” he said picking her up and walking out of the restaurant with her in his arms, “I thought you were ne’er goin’ t’ ask! Thought I’d ‘ave to sleep in that spare bed for the rest of me natural!”

She giggled, playfully nipping and kissing the exposed skin she could get to, “where are we going?” She asked, noticing that they weren’t stopping on the floor for the room Annie and she had used earlier on.

“Where else, the Bridal suite, of course!” They were soon ensconced within the room and within each other’s arms. “I remember wanting to get you out of this dress the last time you wore it but I was determined to treat you with respect.”

“Does that mean you’re not going to treat me with respect now?” She asked wickedly.

“That depends on you,” he said, growling at her as he began kissing her bare shoulder and desperately trying to undo the zip. She helped him and soon the black organza fell in a pool at her feet. She stepped out and picked up the fabric tossing it over a chair in the corner of the room. She turned back to find him sitting on the edge of the bed. He’d managed to put the bedside lights on and was examining her now scantily clad form. “My God, Bolly, tryin’ to give me a heart attack.” He motioned for her to come to him and kept her standing in front of him as he gently held her left hand in his right. “Help me undress, but stay like that for a minute!” he ordered. She saluted him in a mock gesture and carefully stripped him of his attire, kissing him and enticing him with every sweep of her hand. He lay back on the bed supporting himself on a bundled pile of pillows, he wanted her to have the control now but he was going to undress her first, “crawl to me!” She did as she was bid, “straddle me!” She smiled, she could already feel her heat rise as he controlled her every action, he pulled her to him gently suckling on her top lip knowing that would cause her barriers to break, and he could feel her begin to writhe over his centre.

With one hand he reached behind her and undid the clasp of her bra, letting it drop down between them. He picked it up and threw it on the floor, letting her lip go and taking her breasts in his hands before suckling on each of her nipples in turn. “Gene”, came the response as he continued his assault.

He felt downward with his free hand and felt her glorious heat, he pulled away momentarily to see how he could take her knickers off without too much disruption. There were ties at each side, “do these come undone?” She shrugged; he pulled at the first bow surprised that it gave way and with it revealing more of her creamy orange scented flesh, “that’s good, means I don’t have to rip them off ya!” She smiled at him, as he slowly undid the other, letting them fall way, he placed his hands on her ribs and pulled her up so that he could pull them away and throw them to meet the bra that was already on the floor. “Jesus, Alex, anymore surprises?”

“What?” Alex struggled to get out as his hands took up residence on her still stockinged legs, circling his thumbs over her inner thighs on their way to her core.

“Your bush, it’s been clipped! I like it!” He purred against her neck, gently biting the flesh up to her ear lobe. “It’s over to you now, Bolly, take as long as you like, do what you want, I only want you to do what your comfortable with but the stockings and the heels stay on, ok?”

She giggled but agreed. She knew what she wanted and he was lying beneath her, as ready as a cocked gun. She positioned herself over him, ready to take him into herself. He stopped her, “wait, there’s a condom in me wallet.” Overwhelming him with the small amount of force she needed she continued on her downward journey taking him into her silky canal. “What are you doing, grain weevil?” He asked softly but unwilling to stop her, he’d have been happy if she’d wanted to get pregnant so soon after the last time.

“Shh, Gene, it’s covered. I had a coil fitted last week!” She gradually built up her timing, sending them both spiralling out of control when their desires reached their individual peaks.

They lay together for some time, both safe in the knowledge that they were going to be alright. “You realise, Alex, that this is ‘ow it’s meant to be. I’m sorry for our loss, course I am, but maybe it were for the best, the timin’ and everythin’.”

She nodded, she knew he was right. “Mmm, but the coil is being removed the day before our wedding, agreed?”

“Agreed,” he grinned. “An’ I still want you at work; I want someone with their eye on ya! But no tea makin’. Agreed?”

“Agreed,” she beamed, “I’ll just sit at my desk quietly.”

“Quietly? With the amount of whisky you stole out of me desk!”

“You knew about that?”

“I might not mark the bottle but I’ve got a very good idea of ‘ow much I leave in it. You may ‘ave only been ‘avin’ a sip but it soon adds up!”

“Sorry!”

“Ok!”

“Can I take these off now?”

“The shoes, yeah, but the stockings stay on.”

“You kinky old devil?” She said, reaching down and taking off the heels.

“You know me too well, Bolly, you know me too well!” He said as he rolled them onto their sides, “I actually want the pleasure of takin’ ‘em off meself!” He reached across and drew her too him, “Love you, Bols!” He said, before he plundered her mouth again.
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