Well, well, well. Here we are again, me and The Confused One! LOL. This story came to us just before Thanksgiving, and we had a lot of fun writing it. This first chapter is somewhere in the T area, cause of Carolyn's dirty mouth. LOL. But the second chapter will definitely be amped up to M. Why? Who knows? LOL. Enjoy, and please remember to review!

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Carolyn Barek never cared for Saturday nights. In a bar near home, drinking alone, it only reminded her of how lonely she was. And even though she wasn't into picking up guys, the handful of times she did, it was incredibly shallow and meaningless. Just a physical release from the stress of work and her own buried desire for her partner. She downed another whiskey before finally deciding to call it a night.

The bartender eyed her. "Carolyn you can't drive."

She stared at him, then sighed and rolled her eyes. "Fine..." Digging out her phone, she called the number of a friend she could count on to pick her up, and not judge her.

Muting the TV, Bobby reached over and grabbed the phone. He answered it, "Hello..."

She grinned. "Hey, Bobby."

Bobby smiled softly. He relaxed a little. "Hi, Carolyn..."

"I'm a little bit drunk and the bartender took my keys." She glared at the bartender, who shrugged. "Can you drive me home?"

Bobby glanced at the clock. He grabbed his keys and wallet. "Sure. Just tell me where you are."

"I'm at Maloney's, a couple blocks from my place." She raised her glass and tipped it back, searching for another drop.

Bobby nodded. "Okay. I'll be right there." He hung up and hurried out of the house.

She closed the phone and gave the bartender a look. "He's coming. Gimmie my keys."

"Not until he gets here."

She grumbled and ordered another drink.

Coming in a few minutes later, Bobby made his way to the bar. Seeing Carolyn, he relaxed a little. She still had a drink in her hand. He teased, "Haven't you had enough?"

She snorted. "Nope. But Josh here says I have."

Bobby looked at Josh. "Thank you. I have her from here. I promise."

He nodded and handed Bobby her car keys as she slid off of the stool. "Get her home safe."

Bobby nodded. "Of course." He looked at Carolyn. "I think you've had enough as well. Let's go, Barek."

She waved a hand and groused as he led her out and to the car. "Eames drinks more than me." Bobby shook his head. "Yeah, well, right now I'm worried about you."

She laughed and got in the car. "Ya know, she also gets out more," she said cryptically.

Bobby frowned. "Is... she seeing someone?"

That made her laugh more. "Nope. She s hung up on someone."

Bobby sighed softly. "Right..." He nodded. "He doesn't feel the same way?"

"You tell me, Goren."

Bobby furrowed his brow in confusion. "Who is she hung up on, Barek?"

"You, dumbass!"

Bobby's eyes widened. "There's no way."

"Way!"

Bobby shook his head. "Carolyn, you're drunk." He was sure she didn't even know what she was saying.

"Maybe but Alex wants to fuck you."

She thought for a moment.

"And physically," she finally added.

Bobby let out a breath. It was almost too good to be true. "I... Thank you, Carolyn..."

"Why are you thanking me?" She fumbled with her seatbelt. "I thought you knew!"

Bobby shook his head. "I had no idea." He would have said something.

"Then you're an idiot. Didya know that she wants a son with you?"

Bobby's eyes widened. "I didn't even know she had feelings for me, much less anything about children."

"Yup." Carolyn looked proud of herself. "And she only wants kids with you."

Bobby shook his head. This was not happening. "This is something you...two talk about?"

"Uh huh. We're women, dumbass." She leaned closer. "But it's a secret. Shh... She doesn't want you to know, cause you don't feel the same."

Stunned, Bobby swallowed hard. "I...do feel the same way." He had to talk to her.

She suddenly dissolved into giggles. "Idiots!"

Bobby shook his head. "We're not idiots."

"Yes, you are! You both love each other, and everyone else knew it but you!" She snorted.

The beginning of a smile spread on Bobby's face. "Apparently." He was relieved they were almost at Carolyn's.

She yawned deeply. "Mm... Thanks for doing this, Bobby."

Bobby nodded. "It's not a problem. We're almost there."

She pouted. "I wish Mike would take care of me..."

Bobby frowned. "Then why didn't you call him?"

She sighed. "Cause I'm drunk, and I might've told him that I love him!"

Bobby's shook his head. "And we couldn't have that."

"Course not." She looked happy when they reached her apartment building. "Home!"

Bobby parked. "Yes, we're home."

She grinned at him and pushed her door open.

Getting out, Bobby met her around the car. "Do you need some help?"

grinned at him as they headed inside. "I m good..."

Bobby nodded. "Okay..." He followed to the door and pulled her keys out. "I have your keys here."

She reached for the keys, then laughed when she missed.

Bobby shook his head. "I've got it." He unlocked the door and opened it for her. "Here we go... Let's get you to your room and in bed."

"But I'm not tired!" She headed into the kitchen. "I think I've got the stuff for a screwdriver around here somewhere..."

Bobby shook his head. "No. No, we're not having screwdrivers. We're going to go lay down."

She raised an eyebrow. "Goren, I like you, but I'm not sleeping with you, pal."

Bobby rolled his eyes. "That's good because I don't want to sleep with you either. But you are going to lay down." He started to lead her towards the bedroom again.

She sighed and followed along, shuffling her feet. "Good. I wanna sleep with Mike."

Bobby nodded. "That's good, because I want to sleep with Alex. Now go ahead and lay down."

She collapsed onto the mattress and buried her face in a pillow, mumbling something incoherent.

Bobby nodded. "Let's get you turned on your side..."

She groaned and obediently turned onto her side.

Satisfied, Bobby explained, "I'm going to go call Mike now. Go ahead and sleep."

She sighed dreamily. "Mike..."

Bobby shook his head and left the room. Pulling his phone out, Bobby called Mike. He sighed when he heard his raspy voice answer. "Mike, it's me. Whatever you're doing, you might want to stop and come over to Carolyn's. She's drunk, and she needs someone to stay with you. She wants you."

Mike sat up. "She does?"

Bobby nodded. "Yeah, she does."

Mike frowned. "Then why didn't she call me?"

Bobby shook his head. "I...don't know. Mike, I can't stay. You need to come over. Please..." He had to get to Alex.

Mike sighed heavily. "Okay. Okay. I'll be right there."

Relieved, Bobby nodded. "Good." He hung up. Checking on Carolyn again, he was glad to see that she was asleep. He impatiently sat down on the couch to wait. Flipping through channels, Bobby jumped up when he heard a knock at the door. Opening it, he smiled at Mike. "Hey." He handed him Carolyn's keys. "Here are her keys, and I'm going to take off. I'll see you two at work tomorrow."

Mike raised his eyebrows. "Where's the fire, man?"

Bobby shook his head. "There is no fire." He gave Mike a smile. "I'll tell you about it later. She's been out for a while now, but you might want to go check on her." He left the apartment.

Mike sighed and locked the door behind Bobby. He moved through the apartment and stopped at Carolyn's door. Slipping in, he moved to the bed to check on her. He brushed some hair out of her face and sighed. Satisfied that she was okay, he left the room and took Bobby's place on the couch.

Going straight to Alex's, Bobby was refusing to let himself chicken out. He had to do this. Taking a deep breath, he got out of the car and moved to Alex's front door. He knocked softly and fidgeted as he waited.

TBC...

A/N: Don't shoot us for the cliffie! LOL. Thanks for reading, and please leave us a little review!