10Alex Drake sat by herself in The Railway Arms, her hazel eyes glued to a grainy television screen. She watched as the two figures on the screen got out of the dark Mercedes and headed to that police station that she knew so well. She spent all of her time watching him, watching his new team, watching how he lived.
"God," She whispered to herself, "She's...she's so like him." She leaned forwards and sipped her wine, it was a strange taste, like it was missing some sort of warmth or happy feeling. She licked her lips, surely she should be happier? She was in heaven for god's sake! She drank more of her wine and peered into her glass, surely it should be empty by now? This place was confusing.
And disorienting.
And depressing.
She tapped her glass with one manicured nail and looked around, Shaz was talking to Annie, Sam was laughing with Chris and Ray? Ray was being Ray...with a long-legged blonde girl. And she was alone, watching her old Guv on a TV screen with terrible reception...Great.
But he wasn't just her boss, was he? Well, that kiss certainly told her so. 'That bloody kiss...' She floated off into a cloud of her own thoughts, that kiss had showed her exactly what she was going to miss out on, exactly what she was being denied of. She sighed, she was doing a lot of sighing these days. Had it been more than a day? A week? She couldn't tell anymore.
She let out a second sigh.
She needed to get out. She needed to be running about after criminals. She needed to be with him. There, she'd admitted it.
She had fallen for Gene fucking Hunt.
Gene stormed through the station, Carly in tow. He'd forgotten, how could he forget? He got to the doors of CID and forced himself not to burst in, it was actually quite a hard task.
"Right, Brown?"
"Hmm?"
"There's a bastard in there. One of the most stuck up, sniveling, annoying, evil bastards that you'll ever meet."
Carly looked up at him and frowned. "Yer telling me this because?"
"Because yer good at pissing people off."
"Oh, brill."
Carly pushed through the doors, shooting one last bravado filled glance at Gene. He'd just sent his DS to meet the devil himself.
Shit.
Carly walked into CID on her own, there was a bloke sitting at her desk, looking through some papers. He looked up, he smiled and she got scared.
"Ah," His voice was slick and sickly. "Your DS Brown, right?"
"Yeah."
"Is everyone else out on a case or something?" "Yeah."
"Oh, it's just that I'd arranged to meet DCI Hunt-"
"Yeah but he 'ates you, though." She snorted as she concealed her shaking hands behind her back.
"Well I wouldn't say that." He was hiding behind a mask of professionalism, she didn't like it.
"I would." Her mouth was dry, her knees were about to give way. Why was she so terrified?
"Can you tell me where he is?" He was getting annoyed, what could she say? She took in a deep breath.
"Nah, I don't think I will, mate. I could give you an excuse or summet but to be honest, it's cause your a dickhead." She didn't like his eyes, they seemed to stare right into her mind.
He stood up, he was shaking with anger now. "Now, I'm all up for having your say Brown but your just being immature!"
"And I once had a hamster when I was eight, now that we've exchanged information that I don't give a shit about can I please get back to the work I'm supposed to do?"
He slinked away from her, giving her a murderous glare that made her whole body feel cold. He slammed the door behind her and she choked back a sob. There was something about him, it reminded her of that night That night. It was before she'd gotten here right? She couldn't remember anymore.
A man!
There was a man and he...The memory skipped away from her. What had happened that night?
She rushed round the her desk and collapsed to her chair.
Oh god...
Brian observed as Brendan questioned one of the neighbors that had last seen Hughes, the neighbor-a woman, mid-twenties probably-was in a state of shock and Gale was trying his best to calm her down. She had her hands clamped over her face and refused to speak to any of them, it was getting tiring.
"Look, sweethart." He spoke up, putting a hand on her shoulder. "I know this is upsetting, I really do but you have to help us do our jobs. Yeah?"
She put her hands at her sides and nodded, her head down. "Wh-what do you want to know?"
She had a pretty face, a pretty voice too. He liked that.
Gary was bored. Really bored. The entire room had been searched and numerous items had been dusted for fingerprint and they'd gotten nothing. AT ALL. He missed being a DCI back home, he missed his technology, he missed his family. All he'd wanted was to stop that blagger, to be a hero but he had to get shot down, didn't he? Had to be plunged into a coma.
He lent against the wall outside of the flats, looking out for the guv and his reckless driving. And Carly.
The Merc came into view, skidding along the road and pulling into the car park, Gary pushed himself off of the wall. Hunt stepped out it, his frown was painfully visible, even from where Gary was standing. Something had happened, something-oh god...
'Where's Carly?'
He strode towards Hunt, back straight, shoulders broad. "Where is she?"
"At the station." Hunt grunted as he pushed past him, he was clearly annoyed at something.
"Why?"
"'Ad a job for 'er, didn't I?" He didn't look over his shoulder so he was blissfully ignorant to the glare that Gary was sending towards him.
"A job that meant we had to do without our best deducer? We could use her help, Guv!" He tried to catch up with him, only to take a step back when Hunt turned around with a horrifying glint in his eye.
"Can we concentrate on this bastard murder instead of te subject of your wet dreams, Blake?" He gave up arguing after that and fell into step with his boss.
I'm calling my unicorn Gene...IF you review x3 I would of added an exclamation mark on Gene's yellings in the last line but the damn thing refused to save!