Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or the show but the plot is mine
The room was dark when Alex awoke, so she knew it wasn't morning yet. Her bedroom window faces east, so her room is filled with light very early in the morning. Alex laid there for a few minutes listening to the quiet to see if she could hear what had woken her up. The she heard it, a creaking sound coming from the area near the doorway.
Ever since she was kidnapped, she has started sleeping with her gun under her pillow. Slowly she slipped her hand in to get it. The creak sounded again and the gun was in her hand and she was on her feet in an instant, aiming in the direction of the sound.
"Bobby!!" Alex exclaimed "How many times are you trying to get shot be me?"
There, her partner of, more than 8 years sat, in the chair by the door. He looked really bad. He had been looking rough ever since his Mother died, but now with everything that happen with Declan, Frank, and Brady…
"Sorry I…" His hand went up behind his neck as he searched for words, but he gave up and just looked at her with an almost pleading expression.
Alex put the gun in the nightstand and rounded the bed to squat down by him. "Oh Bobby, what's wrong? Why are you here? She didn't bother to ask how he had gotten in. They had given each other keys to their homes for emergency purposes.
"I don't know. I was out driving around. I just felt lost and alone. I don't even know who I am anymore. So alone."
"When was the last time you slept?" She asked.
"Didn't you hear? Sleep is overrated." Bobby replied. Boy he is in bad shape, he thought. He was never very good at jokes but even he knew that was bad.
"Come on" Alex led him over the bed and helped him get comfortable. She left the room and went to make sure he had relocked the door after he came in. It wasn't that she didn't trust him to have done it, but a woman living alone in New York ( cop or not) couldn't be too careful. And she should know , thanks to Joe Gage.
When Alex walked back to the bedroom, she stood in the doorway looking at her partner and best friend. What she should do is go back to the living room and sleep on the couch, but he had looked so sad. Instead she went around the bed and climbed in. Bobby was on his back, so she put her head on his shoulder and her arm around his chest to hold him.
"Alex? Are.."
"Shh.. Sleep"