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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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"I came to see you and they were undone. Old habits..." Alex handed him another sheaf of papers. "Sign again -- last month."

She leaned her chin in her hand and regarded him levelly for a moment, enjoying seeing him squirm a little. "A date? Mmm. I think I'd be alright with that." A smile pulled at her lips. "Wear something slutty, Gene."

Gene signed the second batch of papers, unable to hide a slight laugh at Alex's comment. "I think you'll find that's my line." He watched Alex for a long moment, before reachng out to touch her cheek softly with the back of his hand.

The touch was unexpected and made her breath catch in her throat. Alex closed her eyes, her lashes dark and inky against her pale cheeks, and leaned a little into his touch.

Her heartbeat was just pounding in her chest. How peculiar, really, that this strange man-child could affect her so very deeply...

Alex really was beautiful. Gene would be stupid not to see that. She was especially beautiful when she wasn't being mouthy. She made Gene's stomach do backflips. It had been a long, long time since he had felt anything other than physical attraction to a woman. Probably not since he first met the ex-Mrs Hunt. There had been plenty of lusty one night stands in his life, but very little love. And it scared him just how much he cared for a mouthy tart from the future.

He leaned in, pressing a soft kiss against the corner of Alex's mouth before pulling away.

"Felt nice," she murmured, opening her eyes slowly and letting out a breath she hadn't realised she'd been holding.

Damp and slightly stinky from his adventure gaming, he was still attractive. She was bloody mad...

"Yeah. Yeah it did." He folded his arms across his chest, lowering his gaze as he gave a slight chuckle. "You're quite sexy when you're not moaning or waggling your fingers at me."

"People change, Gene," Alex acknowledged. She was different since coming back from the pub -- she knew it. She'd found her peace: she'd had to in order to get into the Railway Arms. And now she was back, back to help him fight the rot and fight Jim Keats... and maybe, just maybe, to find his own peace.

"Sometimes, we change for the better."

His low-pitched compliment and that quiet chuckle just... did things to her.

"What about me, Alex? Have I changed?" Gene lifted his head to look at her. He knew the answer. He had changed a lot. Sam and Alex, they had changed him. Their friendship and their knowledge. He had been a corrupt thug of a copper before Sam came along and now... well, he didn't really know what his was.

"Yes," she said simply, nodding once. You're sadder, she thought. It's so strange to see you like this, without Ray and Chris... Although the team building exercise seemed to have done good things for him... time would tell.

"For the better, I hope?" He gave a chuckle, runnin a gloved hand through his hair that was quickly becomin a gloopy mess as it began to dry. "Ugh... I should go back to my place and shower soon."

He offered her a smile. "I'm in need of some TLC. I was caught in an explosion at the warehouse." A flour explosion. But, if it had been real, it would've been serious.

"Have someone turn in the reports, and go home, Gene. I'll head, too, and expect you within an hour, hour and a half. I might even cook -- how's that for TLC?"

Alex got up and stretched -- she had been a while in that chair and she was a little stiff.

"Now it really sounds like a proper date, Bolls." He just hoped it didn't have a cursed ending like their other attempted dates so far.

He picked up the reports and gave Alex a nod. "Right, I'll see you later then..."