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Who: Gene Hunt, Alex Drake, Open
When: Evening
Where: CID Office, Fenchurch East
What: Gene gets back from his ‘team building’ exercise
Warnings: Gene’s potty mouth, as always

Gene Hunt, half of CID and the Quattro had been missing for much of the day. They eventually returned and the door to the CID swung open. In walked in a very wet team, looking very much like they had been dragged through the gutter. They're covered in dust, dirt, cobwebs, flour and a multitude of colours. Gene had taken them on a 'team building' exercise, and for once it didn't involve sitting in a pub getting pissed.

Gene removed his coat as he walked to his office, hanging it up before addressing the team that had been left behind, clasping his hands together, wringing them. "Right then. Any murders?"

"No, Guv."

"Stabbings?"

"No, Guv."

"Robberies?"

"No, Guv."

"Anything?"

"No, Guv."

"Glad to hear it. Okay ladies, let’s call it a day. Go on, get out of 'ere before I change my mind." He paused, turning his attention to the wet, filthy team. "You did good today. I'm proud of you." What was that? Gene? Praising his team?

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Gene remained completely still for a moment, frozen in place, before slowly wrapping his arms around Alex's waist, dipping his head to meet her lips almost shyly.

Aggressively, she backed him against the kitchen counter, pressing against him as she deepened the kiss. "Gene," Alex murmured, tangling one hand in his hair.

His breath hitched in his throat as he returned the kiss. Why did Alex make him so damn shy and awkward? He kept one arm around her waist, the fingers of his other hand spidering lightly along her spine.

She could sense his hesitation and it almost stalled her; but then his fingers caressed her back and it was all the encouragement she needed. Alex broke the kiss just enough to trail little kisses along his jaw and down his throat, nibbling softly, teasing him.

Gene swallowed hard, his pulse was racing. A kiss shouldn't have this kind of effect, but it very obviously does. "Alex..." his voice is barely above a whisper.

"Gene?" she stalled.

Gene lifted his head just a little, and brought a hand up to cup Alex's face lightly, brushing his thumb over her lips. He wasn't really sure what to do or what to say, so he simply claimed her lips with his once more.

There. That was the Gene she'd come to feel this close to. Tentative, yes, but confident in spite of that. Alex pressed close, enjoying the intimacy of the moment, the whole evening really.

Gene wrapped his arms around Alex again, enjoying just having her in his arms. He hadn't felt this close to anyone in a long time. It was quiet a scary thought really. Once the kiss was broken he rested his chin on top of her head, just holding her close.

"Chocolate," Alex murmured, but made no effort to move away from him.

"Chocolate," Gene repeated, keeping hold of Alex for a moment longer before finally stepping away from her. "Right, good, chocolate, perfect." No, that wasn't a blush, it was just the lighting, honest, Gene Hunt does not blush.

She fetched the both forks, and those ridiculously decadent chocolate desserts. The silence stretched out for a moment or two more before she turned to him again.

"Shall, ah, we just assume you're going to stay over?"

Gene stuffed his hands in his pockets, rolling his shoulders. "If that's what you want. I mean..." He rubbed at the back of his neck, once more feeling awkwardly shy. "... well, I'd take the sofa, of course."

"Not what I had in mind," Alex told him, leading the way back to the table with their dessert.

"Blimey..." Gene followed Alex back to the table and took a long swig of wine, before giving a nod. "Right, okay then."

"Unless you're not interested...?"

"I'm more than interested, Bolly. Any man who isn't must be dumb or gay."