Hello again heres my 2nd attempt. I couldn't get this idea out of my head. I know not everyone likes crossover but this will read as straight A2A fic if you don't know who Dempsey & makepeace are. Dempsey & Makepeace was a very sucessful cop show 1st filmed in 1984. If you like 80s cop shows I strongly advise watching a bit of D&M on you tube before reading to get the characters in your head ( especially D&Ms Guv Spikings.. he likes his scotch and fags too). D&Ms relationship is very similar to Gene's & Alex's with a lot of will they won't they. Makepeace is cambridge educated titled lady who is a DS and Dempsey is a luitenant from NYPD who gets into trouble and sent to London to work in the new Special Investigations dep SI10 with Makepeace. I can't help but think what if D&M gate crashed Gene's investigation and vice se versa. Strangely enough a lot of the locations used for A2A ie Millenium Mills were used originally to film D&M.

Enough of the history lesson... please let me know if this is worth continuing... if not I'll bin it a write a pure A2A fic

Liam Daly was sitting on his stool positioned at one end of the bar, surveying his kingdom, mentally calculating the pound signs. His club come casino was buzzing with new 80s money. Rich, young yuppies were quaffing Champaign gambling their bonuses and touching up Daly's girls who offered the suited and booted anything they wanted. His eyes settled on one particular yuppy with a blonde, slim girl sat on his knee, laughing at his awful jokes and knocking back the fizz as if there was no tomorrow. He didn't care how pissed the girls got or how much cocaine they funnelled up their noses, once they served their purpose they were yesterday's news. More would be queuing up to take their place, ready to take advantage of 80s excess. All he cared about was his ever burgeoning bank account.

On the face of it Daly looked like the successful business man, a boy from the gutter made good, but he was far from that image. He was from the gutter, that bit was true, but he had used violence, intimidation and crime to get where he was. Now his firm was one the most feared in London and he revelled in his notoriety.

Daly was a slightly built man but physically powerful. A man of few words he could convey his displeasure with his stony, cold, blue eyes... eyes that could turn you stone. One look would be enough to turn even the biggest, hardest bastard to a quivering wreck. He was definitely not a man to be crossed.

As he continued to watch the evenings events unfold he was blissfully unaware that he was under surveillance and the net was tightening around his world.

Detective Chief Super Intendant Gordon Spikings was sitting in his unmarked Granada with his DS and right hand man Chas sat beside him.

"Not much happening tonight Guv." Chas yawned

"Hmmmm" grunted Spikings lighting a cigarette "We've got to get something on him Chas. He's slipped from our grasp one too many times." Spikings stated

Chas was about to give up all hope of something vaguely interesting happening when a tall imposing man strode purposefully towards the door of the club accompanied by an equally tall, striking brunette. Chas watched as the man slipped the door man a couple notes, looking around to check no-one was watching as he did so.

"Hello. Who's this then?" Chas asked aloud.

Spikings had noticed too and was now sat bolt upright in his seat "Bloody 'ell!" he exclaimed

"Guv?" questioned Chas seeing his Guvnor becoming more animated.

"I don't believe it! What the bloody 'ell is he doing here?" blustered Spikings

Chas looked at the Guv puzzled "Who is he Guv?"

"That Chas..." Spikings pointed in the direction of the door "Is DCI Hunt... Fenchurch East CID." said Spikings with the first glimmers of annoyance in his voice.

"Really!" exclaimed Chas with a mixture of surprise and fascination

"Yes really Chas. The very same Manch lion and he's about to balls up months of hard work...our hard work." said Spikings bitterly.

"How did CID get wind of this?" asked Chas worriedly

"Dunno Chas, but Hunt is a clever bastard. Not much gets past him. You could say he's gained quite a reputation for himself since he came down here from Manchester."

Chas noted in Spikings's voice a mixture of annoyance and respect.

"Bit of a tough nut then?" suggested Chas

"Ohhhh yes! His clear up rate is one of the best in the Met." The Welsh Guv explained "Even better since DI Drake joined him from God knows where."

"DI Drake? Thee DI Drake, the only female DI in the Met?" queried Chas even more surprised

Spikings rubbed his grey, stubbly hair from back to front "The very same... the girl with him..." he waved a nonchalant paw in the direction of the entrance to the club "That's her."

Chas's eyes widened with disbelief "She'd give Makepeace a run for her money." Stated the DS

"Perhaps Makepeace would give her a run for her money." A playful smirk appeared on Spikings's lips.

"What about Dempsey?" Chuckled Chas

"Oh I think the pair of them would give our overzealous yank a run for his money...I don't think he'd cope with the two of them." There was glee in Spikings's eyes and he savoured the thought of the two intelligent female detectives running circles around his leftennant.

"What exactly are we doing here Gene?" Alex demanded as she totted behind the Guv in an impossibly tight dress and killer heels.

"We're getting to the bottom of this Bolly." Gene sternly uttered

"Bottom of what?" said Alex exasperated. One minute she was drying her hair looking forward to slumping on her sofa after another exhausting day in CID, the next Gene was pacing her flat agitated demanding she'd get dressed and follow him to the Quattro for a spot of scum watching. Alex had complained loudly every step of the way insisting she'd had enough of scum watching for one week, but Gene had ignored her protesting and had simply but bluntly told her to "shut her lip stick" and "and get her arse in gear". Alex had huffily obeyed her Guv and dutifully followed ... if not begrudgingly.

Gene strode straight to the bar and ordered for the both of them. "Beer and a glass of house rubbish for the lady."

"£2.75 Sir" requested the bar man

"How much!" protested Gene

"Don't think they do house rubbish in here Gene." Alex smiled sweetly.

"It's ladies night so the lady gets a free cocktail as well." Smiled the barman

"Ooh how nice" replied Alex sarcastically

"She won't be needing the glass of house rubbish then." retorted Gene

"Unfortunately the offer only applies if you buy the lady a drink." smarmed the barmen

"hmmphhh" grunted Gene

"What is the cocktail?" asked Alex with a grin.

"Tequila sunrise Ma'am"

"Bloody 'ell, she'll be plastered within the hour." Gene remarked and Alex just smiled at him with an expression that suggested "You'll pay for ruining my evening."

Gene handed over a fiver with a scowl on his face.

"Personally I prefer a Harvey Wall banger." Alex smiled sweetly again

Gene eyebrows rose with surprise

"It's a cocktail, Gene." Alex smirked slightly patronising.

"I know that" replied Gene indignantly "you got me worried for a minute Bolls. A Gene genie wall banger I can do... But that's a different story.."

"Who knows...? I might enjoy that as well." Alex said as a throw away comment as she grasped her two drinks and made for the comfy sofa in the corner of the glitzy room.

"So..." Alex declared as she delicately sat on the edge of the sofa, "What exactly are we looking for?" She said waving her hands across the room

Gene sat next to her taking in the length of her stocking glad legs.

Alex shifted her legs slightly away from her DCI's gaze.

"Someone is on my patch sniffing around and I don't like it Bolls." Gene sniffed

"Who is this someone... and what are they sniffing for?" enquired Alex

"Dunno, just know something is going down and no one has had the decency to inform me of what is happening on my patch."

"How do you know?" Alex asked disbelieving

"When you've been in the game as long as I have... you know." Gene said sagely. "It's not normal plod or special branch and if it was another CID department I would have heard on the grape vine." He carried on

"Who then, under cover?" suggested Alex

Gene nodded "Under cover and I want to know which group of bastards is trying to muscle in on my collar."

"Right!" she punctuated " We are giving up our Friday night to spot perhaps imaginary undercover detectives in this delightful club, who may be watching some criminal scum, imaginary or not... on our patch?"

Gene shot her a glare "Liam Daly is not imaginary; he's a nasty piece of work, we just haven't been able to nail him yet." Gene huffed

"Oh, ok." Alex pouted trying to humour him a little.

Their eyes were drawn to the slender blonde laughing loudly who was still positioned on the yuppy's knee across the room.

"What about her," Alex was still being sarcastic as she motioned towards the women "Is she an undercover detective?"

They watched as the blonde rose from his knee and said in a clipped upper class accent "Excuse me, I need to go and powder my nose."

"Don't take too long sweet cheeks my lap will get cold" the Yuppy leered.

Gene and Alex watched as she sashayed past them heading towards the ladies, wiggling her hips as she walked.

"You daft mare, course not, she's gotta even bigger plum in her gob than you. She's probably spent all Daddy's money and now working to pay for her season ticket for the polo at guards."

Gene got up and started moving towards the door.

"Where are you going now." said Alex frowning

"To get some chips for the tables." replied Gene

"Gene, have you raided CIDs petty cash again?" she asked with warning

He turned over his shoulder "Yep"

"The super is going to kill you." Alex replied sternly

Gene stopped and said with conspiracy "I won't tell if you don't." With that he threw her a wink and headed to the kiosk.

Spikings still sat in his Granada picked up the RT and spoke "This is Spikings to control."

"This is control. Go ahead Guv." replied the voice

"Control we have a problem." Spikings sighed heavily into the handset.