Obviously Wrong

She couldn't do this... not anymore it was to hard. She had been sitting here since she had gotten home five hours ago. She hadn't gotten up to eat, drink or do anything else. Well that's not true she had used the bathroom. Still this wasn't what was spoused to happen. There was a routine that was followed every night. First dinner was made and then a movie or TV was watched. Then she had a shower because in her line of work you never knew when you could be called out on a case at three in the morning. Tonight though nothing had been done. She was just sitting here in this chair, and she had been for the past five hours.

Today had been a hard day, heck the whole case had been hard! Today though... it had been forever since she and Bobby and really fought. Sure their had been the occasional spat over who the guilty party was on a particular case, and they had had a few disagreements over the whole Jo Gage issue, but nothing major, nothing like this. Nothing had ever put this kind of a rift between them.

She wished that she could just forget about it. That she could go to bed and wake up in the morning to find the whole thing had just been a bad dream. That's what she wanted, to be able to forget and move on. To find everything normal, the way it had been before this case, before this whole year. The thought of calling Bobby to check on him and to fix things had flitted across her mind, but Alex Eames was an incredibly stubborn person and to call Bobby would show that she couldn't hold out as long as him. Something that she needed to prove, not really to anyone else but to herself. Something that had sprung up out of her kidnapping. No, she would wait and really it didn't matter if Bobby called she would be fine without him.

This new theory of her's was squashed by the phone ringing. She grabbed for it desperately, and checked the caller ID. Her heart fell as she saw it was the captain.

'Let him leave a message. Tonight there is no way I'm going to go into work!' she thought, putting the phone down. 'Maybe I was too hard on him. Maybe I over reacted, maybe I need to talk to him. No she wouldn't do this to herself, she obviously didn't need Bobby, obviously he didn't want to talk to her, obviously he didn't care, obviously she wouldn't call or go over to his place! Not tonight not any night! They were over and done!'

Obviously she was wrong. This she noted finding herself out side of Bobby's apartment some twenty minutes later. Taking a deep breath she knocked once, twice, three times, and listened for noise in the apartment.

Waiting their seemed to take forever. 'Was he not home? What had she been thinking? He would of be with his mother now! Even if he was home why would he want to see her?' The questions filled her head and out of instinct she turned to leave. Almost did too. Making it as far as the elevator when the sweetest sound in the world fell upon her ears.

"Eames...What are you doing here?"

Turning around it was impossible to miss the hurt on Bobby's face as he stared at her from his door way. Alex meant to answer she really did, but all she could do was take a deep breath. Pushing down her fear she tried again. All that happened though was she took another breath.

"Were you just going to leave?"

"I'm sorry...I just...sorry it's late I should go."

Bobby's eyes looked blurry. 'Was he crying?' Then suddenly she realized it wasn't Bobby it was her. She, Alex Eames was crying. Brushing away the tears she looked at Bobby.

"Eames are you okay?"

'Was she okay?! Standing in the middle of the hallway of her partners apartment building crying, and he wanted to know if she was okay?!'

"I just...sorry..I..."

A momentary pause followed this unfinished sentence. They stared at each other both wondering what happened next. The pause was interrupted by the neighbour at the end of the hall opening his door.

"Goren what the hell do you think your doing? Its like one in the morning! Fine time to break up with your girlfriend! Some of us are trying to sleep!"

"Sorry Mr. Holladale."

It took Alex a moment to recover from being called Bobby's 'girlfriend' before she said anything.

"I'm NOT his girlfriend and I was just leaving."

"Eames don't...come in for a second."

"What ever the heck you decided to do make up your mind fast! I want to go to sleep!"

With a last glance at Mr. Holladale, she headed over to Bobby's door and stepped inside. Bobby closed the door behind them.