Title: When I Die
Summary: Oneshot. Bobby gets shot in the line of duty. Alex is there. What happens when she hears his final confession?
Disclaimer: I don't own Bobby or Alex.
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He felt his skin snap, as a sheet of rubber does under too much force.
He saw the holes – round, bloody messes, dotted with bits of gravel from the fall.
He heard her gasp, did his best to focus his eyes to see what it was she was so horrified of.
He saw himself, lying in a mess of glass and blood trickling away from his body.
He felt pain.
"You fucking bastard!"
He heard an animal scream, as if it was wounded, and heard two more shots fired.
He saw the perp they'd been chasing fall backwards, propelled by the force of the slugs that had hit his chest. His body slammed into a wall of brick and concrete, then slumped over onto the sidewalk.
He heard footsteps clacking, someone running towards him.
She crashed down next to him, her hands on his chest, her long hair hanging heavily in front of her face, an expression of pure fear and horror engulfing her features.
"Oh, my God. Oh my God. Ohmygodohmygodohmygod…"
He coughed. "'The hell are you so worried about, Eames?"
She struggled to control herself. "Bobby. How do you feel?"
He grimaced. "I'm in a lot of fucking pain, Eames. The ambulance on its way?"
She nodded. "Yeah."
All of a sudden, his large hand gripped her petite one. "Eames. I don't think I'm gonna make it."
She let out a tiny gasp. "Don't you dare fucking say that. Don't you dare fucking leave me alone, Robert Goren."
He coughed again. "At least it's interesting. You know what I always thought?"
Her lip was bleeding. "What did you always think, Bobby?"
He raised his hand to wipe the blood off her mouth. "I always thought, 'When I die…'"
She was crying.
"…when I die, I'm going to tell Alex Eames that I love her."
Her face contorted. "You planned on this happening?" she choked out. "You fucking idiot, you couldn't tell me sooner?"
His hand shakily brushed her hair out of her face. "I love you, Alex," he whispered.
She kissed his scraped-up palm. "I love you too, Bobby."
He smiled.
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When the medics arrived, they found a dead heroin addict slumped in front of a bloody wall.
That and the corpse of a six-foot-four man sprawled out in a field of glass and blood, with a woman sagging over his body, sobbing and clutching his hand.
-Fin-
A/N: For the record, I am loathe to think of this actually happening.