So here it is... The update. Read. Enjoy. Review... Please =D

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Slowly she pulled her eyes apart; the open window provided the access needed for the bitter night air to circulate the room causing Alex to shiver uncontrollably. She lifted her hand to her face and felt the tears that had dampened her cheeks throughout her sleep and she remembered all that had happened the night before. Molly. The question. The screaming. She remembered all the pain that it had caused and she was glad that for once she had not remembered her nightmare that she was sure that she had suffered, like every night.

She squinted as she tried to focus on her watch; 22:20. No doubt the entire of CID would be downstairs in the midst of their usual binge; she contemplated joining them, but decided against it. She wasn't in the mood for Gene's sarcasm and the team's incredible volume.

She pulled herself from the hard floor and stretched. Then she stood, unsure of what to do next. Sleeping was out of the question and she knew if she drank then she would just become depressed over Molly.

Then, she spotted Martin Saunders statement on the floor and bent down to retrieve it. She saw it. Her eyes caught a particular sentence and she realised what had been eating away at her this entire time "On the 15th I decided to leave the B&B, go home to Lucy and apologise for everything, but before I even reached my front door those two coppers picked me up and dragged me in here"

She read this sentence over and over again, each time the feeling of butterflies in her stomach increasing. She recalled the interrogation and when they had told him of his wife's death and his first response.

"Lucy Saunders, just eighteen, pregnant… and dead"

"I didn't do it"

"How did he know that she was dead?" she thought aloud. Her mind was spinning. If he hadn't been inside his home before the 15th like he said, then there was no way to know that his wife was dead. The press hadn't been told until yesterday. Then why when he was told by Gene in the interrogation was his first response one of defence? Surely it should have been dismay, breakdown and complete disbelief, something along the lines of Peter Saunders reaction. Therefore he must have known.

"He must have known"

Without hesitation she picked up her white leather jacket and with the statement still in her hand she stormed out of her apartment. Knowing that Gene would, at this point be fairly drunk and therefore of little help she decided to handle this alone and so crept passed the bar and straight for the exit without looking back. She began to make her way up the concrete steps as the bitter cold hit her face causing her to inhale sharply and zip up in a desperate effort to keep warm.

She reached the top of the stone steps and stared into the deserted streets of London. With no Gene and no Quattro she would have to travel on foot, but if it meant catching the Bastard before he went AWOL or worse hurt anyone else then it was worth it. She had taken two strides forward when she heard that familiar voice.

"N' where you off to Bolls?"

She stopped but did not turn to face him "I'm off to catch a murder Guv"

"Well that does sound fun. Mind tellin' me who this murder is?"

"Martin Saunders"

"Well there's er surprise"

"Why don't you go back to your alcohol Gene?" she turned to face him now and had to stifle a gasp seeing that he was right behind her, co close in fact she could feel his whisky coated breath fall across her face.

"Nah, ts'not as fun without you"

She found that her voice had deserted her and all she could do was look into Gene's blue eyes that seemed to stand out against the darkened world. Only one side of his face was light by the golden glow from the streetlamp while the other half remained in complete darkness. She had to swallow to rehydrate her mouth and cough to find her lost voice.

"I... It's, erm, defiantly him"

"We've been through this Drakey" his voice seemed lower than usual and in the night time stillness disrupted the silence that surrounded them. However she noted that he wasn't slurring so he wasn't as drunk as normal.

"In his statement he said that he didn't return to his house until the 15th but before he even walked through his front door Chris and Ray brought him into the station – "

" – Nice to see you've been paying attention Bolly"

She sent him a look that was wasted in the darkness "then up until that point he shouldn't have known about his wife's death and yet when you told him during the interrogation he said that he didn't do it and didn't show any signs of shock or pain. Now that's not the typical response from someone who has just been told that his wife is dead, he should have been distraught – "

" – Like Peter Saunders"

"Exactly and so Guv he must have already known and the only reason for that is – "

" – Coz 'e did it"

"Nice to see you've been paying attention Guv" she smiled cheekily at him.

She could see that he was in deep thought; his brow was crunched in a deep frown and his lips were pouted. She counted down in her head from five and spoke the next sentence simultaneously with him.

"Let's get the Bastard"

Gene stared into her eyes with a slight surprise "Yer been spendin' too much time 'round me D.I. Drake"

"No Guv, your just predictable" she teased lightly.

He looked slightly insulted "I am many things Bolly but predictable is not one of 'em"

"Then how did I know what you were going to say?" she watched as his eyes narrowed.

"The Gene Genie is not predictable" his voice growing in annoyance, which she seemed to enjoy and so she continued.

"Y'know Gene I don't think anything you could do would surprise me"

"Oh is that right" and before she knew what was happening Gene had taken the back of her head and crushed his lips against hers. Her eyes open wide in shock as she felt his soft lips, not and moist move against hers and oh god was he good. She felt as his hand moved through her hair and the other move along her lower back sending shivers through her entire body.

Slowly she could feel herself succumbing to his kiss and in the moment her eyes closed and her lips went to return the kiss, he had pulled away leaving her wanting more.

She opened her eyes quickly and tried to compose herself.

She opened her mouth because she wanted to shout at him, she wanted to scream at him and call him every name she could think of but, her voice for the second time that evening had abandoned her. She wanted to hit with such a force that it left a bruise, but her arms would not obey. However, above all that, what she wanted most of all was for him to kiss her again and again until she buckled at the knees.

She stared at him in complete and utter shock.

"Never predictable Bolly, point proven. Now like I was saying, let's go get the Bastard"

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I hope I have made up for my lacking Galex in the last chapter with this chapter? I really hoped you enjoyed it and if you would be so kind and leave me a review you would make me a very happy girl indeed. =D