What can I say, major apologies for the extremely long gap between chapters. I was originally slow writing it and my beta reader has been extremely busy so as yet it still remains un beta-read. Please let me know what you think - once again sorry.

"Bloody hell we just manage to prevent fireworks on the plane and they decide to set some off outside," Gene cursed whilst shielding his eyes from the flashing lights that cut through the now obvious darkness of the plane.

A sigh came from Alex as she raised her eyebrows so they pointed upwards and gave her face that disapproving look with which Gene was given the pleasure of so often.

"What?" he asked in mock shock, "you don't like the extremely bad jokes from the Gene Genie. I do have a quota of jokes to fill before the end of the day and it hardly seemed like an appropriate moment before," he said with a jerk of his head to indicate the attempted bomber still collapsed on the floor.

"Ladies and Gentlemen could you please make your way towards the exits to alight from the plane," the blonde airhostess from before squeaked from her position at the front of the plane.

A general sound of muttering and the gathering of bags ensued after this announcement whilst Gene and Alex struggled to make their way back to their chairs.

"Don't worry Bolls I'll get those bags down again shall I," Gene muttered as he reached up to open the overhead lockers whilst Alex fussed about straightening her various items of clothing that had gotten somewhat ruffled from her sudden meeting with the floor and then the embrace that followed shortly afterwards.

"If you could darling," she replied sweetly gazing upwards at the full stretched out form of Gene hunt looming over her, batting her eyelashes to show off the bright blue eye-shadow which could so often be found to cover her pale eyelids and hide any signs of fatigue from the previous night.

When he had safely managed to negotiate the bag out of the locker door that seemed to be about half the size of Alex's holdall it seemed that the plane had rapidly emptied.

"I suppose we should go and collect our bags then," Alex suggested,

"Probably should Bolls, before the press ransack our luggage and photos of your skimpy underwear are plastered all over the local wrag." He joked as soon as Molly had moved far enough down the aisle to be out of earshot, patting her rump lightly to emphasise his point.

As they walked down the plane aisle the eerie silence that they were in started to blend with the babble of excited chatter and questions, as soon as they turned through the door shouts of "Look there they are," were cried and almost instantly the whole crowd swivelled to face them.

Already holding Molly's hand Alex automatically turned around to look to Gene for support however he wasn't behind them.

"Is it true that you negotiated with the bomber?" A burly looking American shouted up at her.

"Did your partner really tackle the bomber?" A slightly thinner version yelled up at her.

Tackle thought Alex Oh my gosh Gene playing rugby, in shorts. Oooh and one of those tightly fitted tops. Then afterwards he'd be all muddy and be in the bath with..............

"Come on Bolls, shift that quivering rump of yours out of the way. I've got a son of a bitch piece of shit making his way through here," boomed Gene.

Slowly making her way down the steps whilst carefully holding onto the hand rail; feeling slightly uncomfortable in front of the huge crowd now gathered before them.

As soon as her feet touched the floor it was as if an invisible line had been crossed and microphones were thrust in front of her, questions being shouted from all angles.

Bloody Americans thought Gene, fall apart in even the smallest catastrophe. Good job the English are always there to help them out. Apart from in the war, I suppose they did have their uses there.

"Right then, who the bloody hell is in charge of this mess?"

"I am," a voice equally as large as Gene's boomed as the crowds parted to let him through a big black coat billowing behind him.

His eyes scanning over the figure Gene weighed him up, "you'll be wanting to deal with this scrotum then mate," he said pushing the limp body of the still unconscious bomber towards him, from his position two steps off the ground.

"As for the rest of you to stop your persistent questioning I'll tell you what happened," a gentle murmur ran through the crowd. "I'll keep it short and sweet though as we have a well deserved holiday to start. DI Alex Drake and myself succeeded in talking the accused out of detonating the bomb that would have killed all of us whilst we were on board the plane. Having used her excellent psychology techniques on the bomber I then took him out from behind making him unable to act upon his original intentions. Having then diffused the bomb we were able to land safely and now here we are." That ought to impress her, quite a few long words in that little speech.

Taking his final few strides down to Alex and Molly, Gene revelled in the silent crowd before him and couldn't resist placing a tender kiss on Alex's lips as he reached her. Keen to establish their relationship as a couple. "Come on then Bolls, we'd better collect those bags hadn't we. I'll race you there Molly, first one there gets to pick which car we hire."

As Molly sprinted her way towards the main terminal building, Alex wrapped her arm around Gene's waist and rested her head on his shoulder as they walked away. Life was definitely more colourful here in 1981, it was never dull with Gene around.

"You do know that one of those lucky bastards are going to make a mint selling their story to a trashy magazine don't you Bolls." Gene joked. What he would do with that money, it would definitely help to put his plan into action anyway. Morals Genie boy, just you stick with those morals. The plan can wait, at least for a while.

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