AN:This has no connection with Eyes, Hair, and a man named John. I was writing possible lines to use for my stories and the I started this big long one and, well, it went downhill from there. I don't own this lovely show, how I wished I did. Enjoy!

"You killed these women! And you enjoyed it!" She got up right in his face.

"You're both crazy! Why don't you believe me? And even if I did do it, the only way you would be able to get it would be to torture me!" He sat there confident he would get away with the crimes he committed.

"Maybe we should. What do you think?" She moved away from him to stand against the wall.

"What makes you think that I'm going to stoop to that level? You have so little confidence in me, don't you? If you could, for once, look past the apparent insaneness of the situation you'll see that I'm quite sane. In fact, I'm so sane, you could consider me insane! Did that make sense to you? Because it made sense to me. Of course, it would make sense to me because I said it. I'm also not insane. So that would make whatever I say certifiable and trust-worthy, which is a lot more that I can say for you. Seeing as you're the scum of the earth. Really. You can trust me. Her? You can't trust her. She's insane. That's why she just stands there. She's silently plotting to kill us all, and everyone here knows that she can do it. I mean, look at that gun. It's just dying to be used. And her hands are just dying to use it. Me? You can rely on me not to use my weapon. I'd prefer to use my mind. But it's not about us, is it? It's about you and your apparent need to be here with us. You do like us, don't you? I would hate not to be liked. If I'm not liked, then I sulk. She knows it. I know it. The whole world knows it. I hate being lonely, which is a result from not being liked. Thus, I hate sulking while being lonely. God, I need friends. Will you be my friend? Never mind. Back at the matter at hand. In retort to your alleged accusation that I am, in fact crazy, well that's just absurd. Wouldn't you agree?" Bobby finished, staring expectantly at him.

"No…can I get another detective?" He squirmed in his seat, trying to get as far away from the big detective as possible.

"Nope. We're the only detectives you'll get to see."

"Then I confess to every thing! I can't sand him. He's freaking insane!" She smirked as the officers cuffed him and took him away.

"Interesting." Bobby stood up and looked at Alex.

"I was bored. I also wasn't paying attention. I think I came in at the wrong part of the conversation because all I heard before going off was you're both crazy and torture."

"Really? It fit so well." He shrugged.

"I guess I picked it up from you."

"What?"

"The ability to…actually, never mind." She playfully shoved him.

"Come on, lonely and sulking man. Let's go get some lunch." He followed after her.

"But I'm not lonely anymore." He whined. "I don't sulk any more. In fact, I think I'm quite happy."

"You'd better be." Ross, who was listening to the conversation the whole time didn't pick up on the last words that Alex said.

"What was that?" Both detectives spun towards their boss. They glanced at each other, then back at Ross.

"I said that he'd better be happy since I'm paying."

"What?! That's not fair. You paid last time. It should be my turn to pay." Ross looked back and forth between the two as they silently glared at each other. Finally, Alex sighed.

"Fine. You'll pay."

"And that is why I'm happy." He smiled at her, looked at Ross without expression, and then nodded his head at him. "Let's go." Alex bobbed her head at Ross and followed Bobby towards the door. The last thing Ross heard from the two was,

"You think he'll mind if I leave in a couple of months?"

"What the heck was that?" He muttered to himself, watching the two best detectives make their way out of the building. He quickly decided that a call to Deakins was in order. He walked over to the window on the way to his office in order to watch them. Detective Goren was jumping up and down while Detective Eames was laughing her ass off at her partner's antics. Goren was clearly yelling something at the skies. He sighed and figured out that even if he did call Deakins, he would never figure out those two people. Maybe they both were insane, as Goren put it in his monologue. He'll put off the call until later. He had a sandwich waiting for him in his office.

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