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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 3 – Sightings and Visions

Gene Hunt strolled through the outer office to his own, surveying his jungle as he went. He saw Chris and Ray in their usual poses of reading a magazine whilst listening to a walkman and asleep with legs resting over an open desk drawer respectively. He half smiled, if there was one thing he could depend on then it was Chris and Ray being their usual selves.

He took off his coat and threw it in the general direction of the filing cabinet; it landed, if somewhat ungracefully, over the TV that had shown Alex’s father’s tape those few days previously. That’s if he believed her, ‘but,’ he thought, ‘there was too many coincidences for her story to be false and why would she lie. She had no reason to.’

Sitting down at his desk he opened the drawer to his right pulling out a glass and a half empty bottle of scotch. He knew it was early as he looked up to the clock, very early by his normal standards, but what the hell. As his gaze dropped his eyes roamed the vacated desk of his DI, knowing that today would last long enough without at least a couple of quick glances of her well rounded bottom tottering around or her ample bosom as she would invariably lean across his desk toward him spouting some kind of language that was English in origin but took on a meaning all of its own.

He picked up the receiver and began dialling the all too familiar number, hesitating before he hit the last two digits. Thinking about what he was about to do he replaced the receiver, it wouldn’t be long before he saw her again and they would be talking and finding out more about each other providing their line of conversation led that way.

“Raymondo?” He hollered. His sergeant woke with a start and realising he was required by the Guv, made his way into his superior’s office. Ray stood before his desk, arms folded over his chest, a look of both surprise and curiosity upon his face. “You look like a rabbit caught in the headlights.” Gene paused, “Bolly knickers is havin’ one more day off,” Ray tutted and shook his head, “DS Carling, do I have to remind you again that she is your DI.” Ray shook his head again. “Good and as such you are still acting DI until she is back, ok?”

“Yes Guv!”

“So, is there anything goin’ on in my city today, Ray.”

“Not much, Guv. Uniform are cleaning up after that raid yesterday and there’s some CND rally goin’ on outside Westminster today, apart from that though, nothin’.”

“Right, so we’ll be ready and willin’ as soon as someone gives us a shout then.”

“Aye Guv!” Ray started to turn and walk from the office and then remembered some information he had. He turned back and looked his DCI square in the face. “There is one thing, Guv!”

“Yes, Ray?”

“You know how you told me and Chris to start puttin’ word around about Layton; well one of the snouts came up with somethin’!”

“And what were that?”

“He were spotted on the Isle a Dogs not three days ago and then down by the Docklands 24 hours later, maybe the spider is returning to the nest?”

“And, of course, you’ve both followed this up, haven’t you?” Gene rose from his chair, leaning forward and pressing the knuckles of his fisted hands onto the desk in front of him. Anger swept his features as his mouth took on its familiar growl and pout.

“Well, actually Guv, we’ve had a few more pressing things to do …” Ray muttered, “see we had to do that raid and …”

“Ray, sometimes your actions stun me, and as you know I’m not easily stunned. What were more pressing, did both you and Chris need to fill your face on arse hangin’ pasties or were there much more important issues to deal with down at Luigi’s? And how long exactly have you known about this information?”

“Sorry Guv, but you haven’t been yourself the last few days, didn’t want to bother you like, you know when we first heard ‘bout him.”

“When did you know?”

“Two day ago!”

“And so for the last two days you’ve done nothing!” Gene’s fury surpassed him, why was he working with such imbeciles. He knew Ray could be depended upon in a crisis and Chris was certainly cautious but sometimes he just wanted to grab hold of them both and shove them through an open window. If they had a brain cell between them they’d be very dangerous indeed. “I think,” he started, “that its time to fire up the Quattro and see if we can find out anymore ‘bout these sightings.” He picked his coat up from where it had landed earlier and put it back on. “Ray, Chris, we’re off!” He gestured as he strolled back through the office picking up his sidekicks as he went.

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“STOP!” Layton shouted, as Alex drove his car by the run down, deserted factories that littered that side of the river. Slamming on the brakes, she hoped for a similar emergency stop that had happened in the Audi with Ray, but the Rover SD1 slid and weaved along the dirt covered track only to be halted by a patch of long grass as the car hit it. Layton gave her a sharp look indicating that he knew of her failed attempt, “not so smart then, are we, Alex!” He sneered.

Slowly he reached over her shuddering body, never letting his guard down; not even as he leisurely breathed in her scent and leered at the swell of her breast. He snatched the keys from the steering column, opened his door, got out of the car and walked around to her side, the gun constantly pointed at her head. He obviously knew he would be dealing with a sticky character and stood slightly away, having realised she would stop at nothing to get away from him; he had to make sure he kept control. “Get out Alex!” He ordered her.

Alex knew from her experiences in 2007, she was best to let Layton keep what control he had at that moment and made her movements slow and precise. He indicated that she should walk in front of him toward the quay. “What do you want from me, Layton?” She asked as steadily as she could, making sure that the quivering in her body didn’t affect her voice.

“You and I are game players, Alex. You’ve played games with me, now it’s my turn to return the favour.” He answered cryptically.

“What do you mean? I’ve played no games with you.” She said turning her head to look back at him.

“No, of course not,” he smiled wickedly, “you have done or said nothing to me that would constitute some kind of game have you? I mean you’ve seen my future and I want to know what’s in it. And as a result I’m going to get that info out of you by whatever means necessary before shooting you in your pretty little ‘ead.”

“I thought you wanted to marry me and have a child?”

“That was before I knew about you and ya boss! Have this policy – I neva share my women.” He grabbed her hair pulling her head back to his own. “Now move it!” Layton pushed her forward encouraging her to cross the small steel walkway that led from the river’s edge to a moored boat. She stumbled over the edge of the gangplank landing awkwardly on all fours on the hard deck surface, feeling the heel of her hands and her knees physically bruise on impact. Layton grabbed her jacket and pulled her back on her feet pushing her once more to move onwards. She passed a name and committed it to memory, ‘Prince Eddie’. Other images began to invade her thoughts, memories of this situation happening before, or technically after, in 2007; images of Molly with Evan on the bridge by Tate Modern, and then one she didn’t expect – DCI Gene Hunt running toward a very frightened child as her parents car was blown to kingdom come.

After being ushered through a maze of corridors Alex and Layton finally reached their destination. Passing her the key he ordered her to unlock the door and walk into the space. She looked around her prison not that she was able to see much, the portholes had been badly boarded up but chinks of light evaporated into the small room. In the middle stood a table and chair; and to her left she could make out a makeshift bed of a couple of blankets and a pillow. “So this is to be my new home,” she heard herself say sarcastically trying to stay focused on the things that mattered to her the most.

“Yes,” came the reply, before a swift kick to the back of her left leg had her falling to her knees once more as she heard the door slammed shut and locked behind her. She made her way over to the blankets, wincing and crying with the pain from her injury. She found the wall and leant her back against it attempting to stretch her leg out to ease away the discomfort, it only causing more anguish as stabbing pains shot up her leg into her abdomen. An onslaught of tears ensued as she tried to cope with her predicament. There was only one thing for her left to do and that was to call him. Her voice hoarse, she attempted to shout so that he would hear her but the words just seemed to fall from her lips before her body began shutting down. “Gene Genie, wherever you are, Alex needs you!”
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