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Ray and Chris practically knocked the cell door down trying to open it. He looked up.

"Guv. They're letting you out."Ray was practically shouting.

"What? How?"

"They pulled Jenette in," Chris explained. "We interviewed 'er, and she said things about the blag not revealed to the public."

"Thanks to Sam, Chris was recordin' tha interview," Ray broke in.

"And we took that straight to the DCI," Chris finished. "We gave her the options of attempted murder on her brother-she's guilty on that too-or threatenin' a police officer with a gun. She admitted to everything."

"Her story matched up with yours Guv. Almost word for word."

"So she's gettin' charged on the whole hostage thing. An' she's getting charged with the attempted murder of Tiny Tim! Twat! She should know better to trust us after she near got our DI killed."

"Bloody Hell. The next time I call you two divs remind about this."

"We will," said Chris, already planning to have to use it later that day.

"Now," said Gene after being given his things, "Let's go see how Bolly's doin."

For the first time in weeks, the Quattro roared to life. But even after his freedom, one thought still invaded his head. "She's still in the hospital. And it's all my fault."

**

Chris, Shaz, and Ray had left, leaving Gene and Alex alone. The doctors said that just by waking up, she was well on her way to a full recovery. It was all Gene could do to not kick the doctor in the arse and tell him "Well, duh ya div!" He refrained, for Alex's sake.

The room had been silent for a while. She was sleeping again. God, she looked so peaceful. It was midnight. Gene's eyes were getting heavy. He started dozing, but woke when she moved. She inhaled deeply, looked at the clock and then looked at him. Those hazel eyes. God, he had missed them.

"Gene, you're still here?"

"Can't get rid of me Bolly. I have two weeks of not being by yer side ta make up."

"Don't be silly, Guv."

"I'm not, Bolls. I didn't think I'd ever see yer face again. Thought I'd be in jail fer the rest of me life."

Alex had a twinge of guilt, remembering the deposed Gene of 2009.

"When ya fell, I thought ya were gone fer good. I realised, if I lost ya, I'd lose me whole world. Bolly, I'm sorry fer everything. It's all me fault. If I hadn't been so bloody stubborn..."

"Gene..."

"No, Alex. Let me finish. I realised, the second I saw ya grabbin' yer stomach, that you were me whole world. I live fer the moments when you barge through me office door and scream at me. I shoulda told ya this the day I figgered it out for meself. I love ya Alex Drake. It took me till ya nearly died to be able to say it, but I couldn't live if ya died Bolls. An' ya can laugh at me, but I hope ya don't because I'm kinda hoping you feel the same way. There. I'm done. Ya can tell me ta get out or punch me in the gob or whatever."

Alex looked at him. He looked so vulnerable. He wouldn't meet her eyes. It reminded her of the time he had asked her out on a date. "Gene. Stop blaming yourself first off. I don't blame you for what happened. And neither should you. And as far as your last statement, there's no possible way I could laugh at that Guv. I have to be completely insane, but I love you too."

His head lifted as he looked at her in shock. "Yer serious?" She shook her head yes.

"Oh, God Bolls. I can't believe it."

"What can I do to make you believe it, Gene Hunt?"

"There is one thing. Don't smack me gob as I do this." Gene leaned over her and looked deep into her eyes. He slowly lowered his face onto hers. Their lips met.

His lips moved against hers as he muttered something almost too soft for Alex to hear.

"I love you Alex Drake."

That night, Alex experienced the best night in the hospital she ever would. And it was all his fault.