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Chapter 5 – Everybody needs someone to love

“So, that’s pretty much it in a nutshell, Gene. The names and events you’ve been picking up on from 1973 are actually people you have been involved with here in some way or another, take a look.” Sam handed the file over for Gene to look at, “Sorry it’s a bit of a let down, but maybe it’s another step toward you remembering your life here.”

Gene looked pensive, although his experiences in 1973 seemed very real there was plausibility behind Sam’s explanation and he had been remembering more and more recently, people he’d arrested; his first love, the sweet Jenny Hargreaves; his first sexual encounter, Denise and more and more memories of his relationship with his wife. He was even remembering some of the officers, becoming increasingly pleased with his progress, it seemed like the clouds were finally parting. Even Alex was pleased cutting down the number of sessions he was having with her to two a week. Finding himself was one thing, but seeing less of her was quite another.

Not that they’d become great friends but they were better acquainted, she’d even agreed to have coffee with him on one of their sessions the previous week, him blaming it on the need to get out and have some fresh air. They’d found a quiet corner table in the coffee house up the street and were able to talk about things quite freely, they actually seemed to relax with the other’s company but, he reasoned, it probably only felt that way because they weren’t being imprisoned within the confines of her office.

“I really feel like I’m getting’ somewhere, I just wish …” He looked away.

“What?”

Should he say anything? “I still don’t remember her.”

“Alex?”

Gene nodded, “yes!”

“I’m sure things will start coming back to you, especially after tonight’s little reconnaissance mission,” Sam said as the door was knocked. “Come in.”

“Ah, there you are, Guv’!” Shaz exclaimed, “your costumes for tonight, need a signature.” Both Gene and then Sam signed the sheet of paper and gave it back to Shaz.

“Is everything still on for later, Shaz?”

“Yes, Guv’. I’m going around to DI Drake’s house with Annie after work and helping them get ready. I’ll get some info from Molly on where the photos are kept and then once she’s gone to bed,” Shaz motioned with her head her intention.

“’Oo’s Molly?” Gene asked, turning to Sam.

“Alex’s daughter.” Sam reiterated. Gene nodded. “Ok, Shaz, so when Alex gets dropped off you can bring us the stuff then, ok?”

“Yes, Guv’. Will do.” She left as quickly as she’d arrived.

“Suppose, I’d better get back t’ work, Sam. I’ll see you in a bit for the rallyin’ of the troops.”

.oOo.

“Jesus bloody H Christ! What the bloody ‘ell ‘ave you got me wearin’?” Gene shouted to Sam from within the confines of his bedroom, “I knew they wore these frock coats but what ‘bout the rest of it.”

Sam walked through, buttoning up the cuffs of his shirt before pulling the waistcoat over his torso. “I don’t know what you’re so worried about; at least you’ve got the height to carry it off. Look at me, this shirt is way too big.”

“Do the waistcoat up, that’ll ‘elp. ‘Ow the ‘ell do you tie these bloody cravats?”

“Hang on,” Sam said, beginning to button the waistcoat and going back into his room. “They sent over instructions for that.” He was back within a minute and the two of them tied each other’s as best they could. “I think I’ll take them with me,” Sam picked up the instructions and put them in his waistcoat pocket, “the ladies might have a better idea of tying them than us.”

“Good idea,” Gene retorted, looking at his reflection in the full length mirror that took up one door of the wardrobe, ‘not bad,’ he thought.

“Handsome brute!” Sam shouted from the hallway. “You ready?”

“Yeah, you?”

“Yes, let’s go and get the ladies.”

.oOo.

“’Ow the ‘ell did women used t’ do this everyday,” Annie asked as she crammed her body into the dress, her cleavage all too evident as the empire line of the dress pushed her breasts up and, surprisingly, supported them.

“If you stopped fidgeting for a sec you’d realise how beautiful you look. And I told you you wouldn’t need a bra. He’s gonna die when he sees you.”

“Shaz, I’m sure Sam doesn’t like me like that. Besides he’s only just split up with Maya.”

“From what I hear, they were over a long time ago,” Shaz gossiped, hoping to encourage Annie a bit, “besides I’ve seen the little glances he’s sent your way.” She smiled perceptively.

Annie stepped forward, looking at herself in the bathroom mirror. With the hair, make up and now dress she felt as if she’d been transported back in time nearly two hundred years. “Was that the doorbell, Shaz?” She asked nervously.

Shaz stepped out onto the landing at the same time as Molly, who ran down the stairs to open the front door. She spied Alex sitting at her dressing table touching up and preening herself. “You look beautiful too.”

“Thanks, Shaz.”

Shaz stepped into the bedroom, “are you alright?”

“I’m fine, just a little nervous.”

“I’m sure he’s as nervous as you.” She noticed Annie stood in the doorway, “I’m sure they’re both as nervous.” She smiled attempting to calm down the two women. “I’ll see you both downstairs then.” She left them to it. Once she had descended the stairs she walked into the living room finding the two men in their finery, both nervously awaiting their respective partner. Sam was stood looking through the DVD collection whilst Gene was talking animatedly with Molly. “God, don’t you two scrub up well!”

Gene looked up first and smiled reservedly, she noticed he didn’t exactly look very comfortable but he did looked devilishly handsome, Alex was certainly in for a treat. And as for Annie, if she and Sam didn’t start kindling a fire this evening then she would want to know why.

She heard Molly’s chattering, “so you’re Detective Superintendent Hunt?” Shaz saw him nod. “Mum’s told me about you.”

“All good stuff, I ‘ope.”

“Yeah, she wouldn’t admit to it but I think she likes you.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, do you like her?”

Gene nodded, “Yeah, I like ‘er.”

“I like you, too.”

“Thanks.”

Molly got up from her seat excited to see everyone’s reactions as she noticed Annie and her mother coming down the stairs. Annie walked through the door into the living room first. She stood in the middle of the room awaiting any kind of response. Sam just looked at her in awe, he knew she was beautiful but he’d never imagined this. His eyes skimmed over the pale blue silk that covered her body, the short sleeves were attached onto a bodice that had been cut in a ‘v’ to her cleavage, showing just the tiniest glimpse of what she had to offer. His eyes rested on her face, taking in the curls that were amassed on top of her head with a satin ribbon wound through the tiny plaits that had helped to secure the style in place. The blue of her eyes were accented by the colour of the fabric and the light touches of lilac that had been applied to her eyelids. Her cheeks were rosy and her lips were neutral and he thought her very stunning. He couldn’t help but smile.

She wetted her lips in response, the attraction between them all too evident as she took in the sight of him before her. His medium frame was subtly hidden beneath the costume and he stood up proudly under her watchful gaze. The colours matched, his waistcoat was of a similar colour to her dress and he wore a navy frock coat over the top, she reached the ends of his arms where the cuffs of his shirt were visible over his hands before raking back up to the white cravat visible at his neck, what she wouldn’t give to touch him there right now. She smiled, hiding her nervousness.

“You look gorgeous, luv. Come on, Sam; give the lady your arm.” Gene said, trying to break the tension and growing impatient, he wanted to see Alex; if Annie could look this good then what the hell did Alex have in store for him.

“Come on mum,” Molly encouraged, waiting for her mum to walk through the door.

Alex took a couple of deep breaths before walking into the front room, needing to lean on the door frame when she took in the sight of Gene in his costume. ‘Why did he always look so good in dark colours?’ She thought as she steadied her nerve and ventured further forward. His eyes shone at her appraisal, as she noticed the black trousers and frock coat that covered the steel grey satin waistcoat. She too had noticed the white of the cuffs and shirt collar deciding that she would love to find some excuse to venture beneath them but knowing she’d never have the nerve to ask. She began shaking her head.

“What?” Gene frowned.

“Who told you to tie your cravat like that,” she looked over to Sam, “neither of them are right!”

“Well we had these instructions …” Gene started as Sam pulled them out of his pocket.

“They weren’t very clear,” Sam continued.

Alex walked over to Sam and pulled the cravat out gently tying it as it should be, “that’s better.” She turned back to Gene, walking back to him and mirroring the movements she had carried out with Sam’s tie. The only problem was, with the way Gene was looking at her she had no option but to do things slowly, she had to keep herself in check, they had a job to do and she was finding it difficult to resist the urge of grabbing his hand and taking him to her bedroom right then, regardless of who was actually stood in her house.

Gene relished Alex’s touch as she slowly undid the cravat and began to tie it up as it should be, her nimble fingers gently touching his skin, sending shockwaves through him with every spark. He had already had a good view of her profile in the light golden dress, with terracotta piping, the round neck giving him a clear view of what she had to offer, as he now found himself looking down his nose at her and right down her cleavage. He gulped, the swell of her breasts only too well evident from this angle, his temperature rising from the small glimpses he was allowing himself. And what he wouldn’t have given to run his hands up into her hair and tug at the curled tendrils in order to free them from the updo that was similar to Annie’s, apart from the small flowers that had been delicately woven into her crown. As with Annie, Alex’s make up was subtle with golden browns that had been expertly applied to her lids helping to bring out the amber and chocolate hues of her iris’ that he knew so well. Her lips and cheeks were like rubies with the reddish colour applied thereon. “All done, Gene.” She said quietly noticing his assault of her face, her cheeks reddening further under his gaze.

He gave her his arm, “shall we go?” She nodded taking it and walking with him from the room. She stopped abruptly and turned to her daughter, releasing her grip on Gene’s arm momentarily and bringing her daughter into a hug. “Not a minute after 9, ok?”

Molly merely nodded, continuing to smile at the vision of her mother holding onto Gene’s arm. They did look good together. And so did Annie and Sam. “Hope you all have a nice time,” Molly said to the two retreating couples, “and no hanky panky!”

“What ‘ave you been teachin’ ‘er?” Gene teased Alex, as they walked toward the car.

Alex shook her head and shrugged her shoulders, “Wise beyond her years, that one!”

“Like ‘er mother?”

Alex turned her head up to Gene, her eyes sparkling, “no, more like her father.”

.oOo.

Shaz looked at her watch, a little after 10, she quickly went to the bathroom and picked up the bottle of shampoo that was evidently Alex’s, the other was covered in dollies and strawberries so assumed that to be Molly’s. She poured a little into the small bottle that she had in her pocket and then took a few pictures of the bottle with her phone.

She retraced her way back down stairs and to the cupboard, she’d ascertained from Molly, held the family photographs. She found a couple of boxes and began scanning through; thankfully finding that Alex was organised, the dates of each picture written on the back in pencil. Going to the computer workstation she was able to copy the pictures and put them back exactly where she found them putting the neatly folded copies into her jacket pocket.

She hated herself, her job was done, but she couldn’t help feeling like she’d betrayed Alex in some small way. She couldn’t wait to pass the info that she had over then her involvement would be finished. She switched on the TV and turned to the music channels, she might not have played a major part in tonight’s proceedings but she did hope that everything would end up the way it should. Maybe then she could concentrate on landing a man for herself and she knew exactly which one she wanted.

.oOo.

So far the evening had been quiet, in fact, it had been that quiet and uneventful that the respective couples believed they were either at the wrong party or business at this one was being conducted in a whiter than white manner.

“Perhaps we just don’t look rich enough?” Sam said, wondering if this whole evening was going to be a complete waste of time, money and resources.

“Why don’t you two take a break for half an hour,” Gene said to Sam and Annie, “me an’ Boll’s,” he watched her scowl at him, “will look over thin’s for a while an’ then you can relieve us.”

“Ok, is that alright for you Annie?” She nodded, and soon he was escorting her from the building and out into the gardens. He found a bench for them and motioned for her to sit next to him. “You know, the exterior of the building and the grounds here were used as the backdrop for Mr Darcy’s estate in the BBC adaptation of Pride and Prejudice.”

“Yeah, I read that somewhere. It’s beautiful isn’t it?” Annie asked, still nervous with the effect that Sam was having upon her.

Despite the warmth of the late September evening Sam felt Annie shiver next to him. Instinctively his arm went around her shoulders whilst his other hand found its way into her lap where her own were lying. Her hands reached for his, closing around it and cocooning it, caressing it with slow movements from her fingers and thumbs as she grazed the digits over his warm flesh. His eyes closed as he sucked in a breath, his heart rate increasing with the merest of touches. “Yes,” he finally managed, “like you!”

She turned her head to look at him, both sets of features palely lit by the moonlight. “Really?” She shyly asked, unable to comprehend his admiring look. He nodded, his usual slight smile opening up for her as she began to understand what his expression was telling her.

The arm around her shoulders snaked back toward him, stopping momentarily as he finally allowed his free hand to cup her cheek and caress the soft skin that now lay underneath it. She closed her eyes revelling in his touch, as he moved his hand over her neck and chin and allowed the pad of his thumb to delicately brush over the swell of her lips. They parted slightly in anticipation, Annie praying that Sam would finally close the gap between them and give her the one thing she needed. She didn’t have to wait long.

Slowly Sam bent his head toward her knowing that he had to have her, he’d known for a while that he’d wanted her but with everything that had been going on in his home life he hadn’t felt it fair to involve Annie. But now it was different, Maya had moved out of the flat and taken up a position with a force near Liverpool. The flat had been sold and he was in the process of looking for a new place to live.

He pushed thoughts of his past to the back of his head focussing purely on Annie and the future, allowing his thumb to skim her lips again before finally crushing his mouth onto hers and gently caressing her lips with his own. He decided to take things slowly, making unhurried and tender movements in order to keep this lovely creature from running away from him. They had time for stronger stuff later, when they were both ready. In fact, he believed, they had the rest of their lives.

.oOo.

Alex and Gene stood at the top of the steps outside the imposing entranceway and looked over the paved formal courtyard. “Would you like t’ take a stroll?” Gene asked.

“Ok,” Alex took his arm and they walked across the yard, under the archway, around the beacon lit drive and out through the iron gates. The moon touched its ethereal glow on ‘The Cage’, a large square tower off to their right and they silently decided to beat a path to it over the craggy moorland.

Once they reached the tower they circled it, searching its façade and the parkland beyond as a means of something to do. The silence was eerie and Alex couldn’t take it anymore. “How are your memories doing? Sam mentioned to me that things are starting to fall back into place now.”

“Yeah, things are ok, I’m startin’ t’ see things a lot more clearly now an’ images of 1973 are givin’ way to when the actual events occurred, so thin’s are on the mend.”

“Do you remember anything about us?”

“No,” he lied, “should I?”

“Not necessarily, we only knew one another briefly. We were both training at Bramshill at the same time.”

“Oh, trainin’, eh?”

“Yes,” she smiled; it seemed she would be safe for another night at least. She knew that her deadline was fast approaching but she still couldn’t tell him, not yet.

“Can I just say Alex, that you look extremely beautiful this evenin’.”

“Charmer!” She prodded his arm. “Not that you look that bad yourself. I was hoping to have the opportunity of taking the piss out of you tonight but I can honestly say that you do look devastatingly handsome.”

“Devastatingly handsome. Mmm, quite like that compliment. Thank you.”

“My pleasure.”

“Actually, I think the pleasure is all mine. Bein’ able to walk into that party tonight with the most dazzlin’ creature upon my arm made me feel worthy, like I were meant t’ be there.”

She turned away from him, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to see her flushed expression in just the moonlight but trying to save herself from any unwanted embarrassment all the same. “You know, the tower was built as a hunting lodge originally …”

“Alex?” He asked quietly.

“… and then they used it as a prison for poachers.”

“Yeah, I know ‘bout the tower. Alex?” He stepped forward, bringing his hands up to catch her elbows and pulling her to him, his hands then finding their way around her waist and over her stomach. She hitched her breath, the sensations he was evoking with his touch nearly causing her to explode.

“Gene?”

“Alex, I want you!”

“You do?”

“Yes,” he whipped her around so that she was facing him. “But I need t’ know ‘ow you feel ‘bout me, see I ‘ave this feelin’ that you want me too, but unless you tell me then I can’t do anythin’ ‘bout it.”

“What about your wife?”

“Alex, my wife ‘as been dead a long time.”

“Yes, but you love her so much.”

“An’ I always will, there will always be a piece of my ‘eart that is totally ‘er’s, but that don’t mean I can’t love anyone else.”

Her eyes found his in the moonlight, and even though they seemed grey in the effervescent glow she could see that his desire wasn’t hidden. “I want you, too. But there’s somethin’ I should tell you.”

“Not tonight, don’t tell me tonight.” He crushed his mouth upon hers, seeking the warmth that he so sorely needed from her, never wanting to let her go. She responded in kind giving herself up to him. Neither of them said another word until they’d satiated their respective needs atop the hill behind the tower, away from prying eyes.
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