14Ok, several things I want to talk about!
1) CHRIS ON DOCTOR WHO? JHDGBVJDGRKADJGBkjgfjdgjfh! I was like 'Chris Skelton get your arse back to 1981 this very second before I slap you! :C'
2) One of the characters in a book I'm reading was described as 'like Gene Hunt-but louder.' I would like to tell the author that this is physically impossible for any mere mortal.
3) I haven't updated in a while, sorry!
4) HOLY CRAP! SHAZ IS ON T.V! NO, DAD GO BACK A FEW CHANNELS! I -KNOW- I'M ON THE LAPTOP BUT I WANNA WATCH TV TOO! HER HAIR HAS GROWN! SHE HAS GLASSES! WHY ARE YOU NOT ON DOCTOR WHO WITH YOUR BOYFRIEND, WOMAN?
They had washed her body, her skin was now a polar white, she had Frankie's eyes. Her blonde hair must have been given to her by her dad, Rose had auburn locks. They'd taken off her jeans and removed her blue cotton shirt; the sheet covered her modesty now.
"The victim bled to death due to the multiple stab wounds," The coroner droned on, much to Gene's displeasure. "The bruising on the back of her head suggests that she was pushed backwards. Mr Hunt, did the victim own a cat?"
"Not that I know." He grunted.
"I found several stray hairs on her collar that seem to be from a feline."
"The neighbour we talked to 'ad cats, Guv," Chris piped up. "Should we pull 'im in?"
"Yeah." He replied, "When Lady B decides to grace us with her presence again." He nodded to the coroner and they left. It had been awkward without Alex there to baffle him with the science-y nonsense.
Frankie sat at Alex's desk again, playing about with a Rubik's Cube that she had found in Skelton's desk drawer; Alex had advised her to start at the corners. She had a cluster of blue's that had somehow taken over the orange corner and a solitary red square was floating in a sea of yellows. She gave in and slammed it on the desk, perfectly in time with Gene bursting back into CID.
"Drake, you know the drill." Was all he said as he pointed to his office, Alex walked around Frankie's chair and gave her shoulder a squeeze before she entered the lion's den. Frankie's eyes were locked on the windows, trying to see past the blinds. She knew she hadn't a hope of knowing what he was saying to her, she wasn't bloody Superman for god's sake, but she could still try, right? Time seemed to tick by until Alex finally came out, a suppressed smile on her face that only Frankie seemed to read. It said 'we got away with it'
She grinned enough for both of them.
Alex had returned to her desk as soon as they got back to the station, forms to fill out and what not. Frankie sat beside her again; she'd swiped a Rubik's Cube from somewhere and was now glaring intently at it.
"You might want to start at the corners first." She suggested, Frankie gave her a nod and proceeded to twist it furiously. After a while of hopeless puzzling she brought it crashing down on the desk, just as Gene exploded through the doors. Alex gave an inaudible sigh; she knew what was going to happen next.
"Drake, you know the drill." His finger jabbed at the door of his office, she did know the drill. She got up and walked around and gave Frankie a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder before following Gene, this would be fun. She closed the door behind her and folded her arms. Gene poured himself some whiskey and slumped into his chair, an expectant look on his face.
"Go ahead." She said with an unenthusiastic wave of her hand.
"What did you find out?" He said, his jaw was clenched, he was finding it hard to keep calm. It was quite endearing...In a Gene sort of way.
"Rose has been coming home very late recently, she was so tired last night that she didn't know where she was. She was sick in the morning but insisted that she had to get out of the flat, Guv if that's not suspicious then I don't know what is." She unfolded her arms, the lack of shouting was creeping her out.
"They found some cat hairs on her collar, 'pparently one of the neighbours owns a cat. It's a long shot but it's the only lead we got." He put down his glass and rubbed his forehead, "This is messed up, Bols. That poor blighter 'as lost all she 'ad."
Alex moved to her usual perch on his desk and leaned against the computer, "It's a sick world." Gene gave her another glass and she drank it reluctantly.
"Damn right." He sighed wearily, her heart softened.
"Come on," She put the glass down. "Let's go question this neighbour then." She received a Frankie-style nod and he stood up along with her. She opened the door again and ignored the curious glances she got from her colleges, she guessed that they weren't used to the quiet conversation any more than she was. A small smile threatened to cover her face, maybe this was the start of a more peaceful CID? She cast her eyes over to Frankie, she was sitting at the edge of her seat, she was smirking back at her.
"Peaceful CID, my arse..." Alex muttered under her breath as she tapped her foot impatiently on the concrete floor.
"It was opposite, Guv!"
"Piss off, Chris! It was next door but one!"
Chris and Ray's argument was growing more heated by the moment; Gene's response to this was to grab both of them by the scruff of their necks and to slam their foreheads together. After that they decided that he probably lived opposite. 'He' was Lucas Green, the owner of three cats and (according to Ray) a 'right creepy bastard if you ask me.'
Eventually, they managed to find Lucas' flat, most of the neighbours were still poking their heads through their doors, trying to catch a glimpse of the crime scene. Lucas was one of them. He was leant against his door, cigarette in hand. He had shaggy brown hair that looked like it hadn't been combed in a week and a pale complexion that screamed 'drug abuser'
Chris nodded over at him, "That's 'im, Ma'm."
"Lucas Green?" Gene called out before Alex could say anything.
Lucas looked up; his dark eyes hovered over each of them for a spine-tingling moment. "Yes?"
"We'd like to 'ave a talk with you."
"Again?"
"Yes."
"Ok." He nodded towards his door as he opened it, allowing them inside.
Watch that man! Oh honey, watch that man
He talks like a jerk but he could eat you with a fork and spoon.
Watch that man! Oh honey, watch that man
He walks like a jerk
But he's only taking care of the room