Title: A Silent Understanding

Show: CI

Pairing: BA

Disclaimer: Sadly enough, I don't own anything. This is written for pure enjoyment only and no profit!

Rating: T for language.

Spoilers: "In The Wee Small Hours."

Authors Note: I thought of this while lying in bed, so we shall see how it goes! (No wonder I can't sleep). This is a short story. Only 2 chapters.

Summary: Post "In The Wee Small Hours" (Yeah, another one of these fics). If you haven't seen it yet, than this story might not make sense to you. Of course, I haven't seen it either and look at me now! LOL Give it a try, you know you want to! It's sort of like an angst in the beginning but turns into a fluff/hurt/friendship/comfort sort of thing (Smiles).

CHAPTER: 1

"Eames, where's your partner?" Deakins questioned Alex across the bullpen.

Fuck, here it comes.

"Ugh, I haven't seen him this morning." She spoke unsurely.

She wanted to scream at him. She wanted to shout, "Duh! Where the fuck do you think he is? Not here!" Of course, she figured that wouldn't go over so well.

Of course I haven't seen him this morning you ignorant fucking…

Deep breath.

I'm more than likely not going to see him the rest of this week; not after I humiliated him like that. An acquired taste? Oh fuck, this can't be good. I'll be lucky if I ever see him again.

"Well, call him and tell him to get his ass in here!" Deakins hollered and then retreated back into his office.

Great, he's acting as if nothing happened. If nothing happened than why do I feel like a traitor? I'm not stupid. I can see it. The sideways glances I'm getting from people at the office today.

Even though people seemed to stay clear and out of Goren's path, it seemed today as if they respected him. It sure showed. She didn't blame them for the looks they were giving her. If she were in their place, she knew she'd do the same thing. It almost brought her some sort of demented happiness to know that, even though people think Goren is a whack job, they still respected him.

She nodded to Deakins but he was already long gone.

Like he's really going to answer my fucking phone call! Not after what I read about him on the stand. God, the look on his face…

She didn't blame him though.

She called anyway. No answer. What a surprise.

It turned noon and still no sign of, Goren. She still didn't blame him.

I know if the roles were reversed, I wouldn't come into work. Fuck that! Must feel like hell to not be able to trust your own partner. I'm sure word is all around by now about…fuck! Everywhere. In every police department.

She roughly pushed her chair back from her desk and stood up. She marched, literally marched into Deakins office. She looked pissed and she was. Only one problem. Who should her anger be directed at?

"Sir, I'm leaving. I'll be back tomorrow!"

Without waiting for a response, she stormed out and towards the elevators of One Police Plaza. She had that look on her face. That determined Alexandra Eames look that everyone, including Deakins, knew not to mess with.

As she heavily plopped down into her car, she knew where she was headed.

To Bobby's apartment.

And I swear to god if he doesn't answer. And she stopped. What will she do? She doesn't quite know herself.

When she got there, she knocked on the door firmly. After waiting a few moments, she knocked once more. Still nothing. By this time, her anger was gone. Concern was the only feeling that overwhelmed her being now.

God, Bobby? Answer…answer your door. You're scaring the shit out of me now. This isn't funny. This isn't one of your games...

She figured that he wouldn't answer his phone. She also figured that if she were standing in front of his door, pounding on it, that he would eventually answer it. No dice.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

She pulled the spare key to his apartment out of her pocket and quietly opened the door and looked around. Everything seemed normal; as normal as one could expect from, Goren.

Where is he? God dammit, where is he!

She shuffled around his living room, peered into the small kitchen, but nothing. She then made her way into his bedroom which she had never been in before, though she knew where it was located from previous visits.

The door was ajar so she lightly pushed on it. Prayed. And then she opened the door. And there he was. Sleeping. Peacefully. The breath she was holding was slowly released. She was about to leave when she decided against it. She turned back around and walked towards him. She wanted to confront him. She slowly walked up to the side of his bed and looked at him. She watched him as he slept. His hair was a mess but it was sexy as hell.

She was in deep thought when he woke up. He had that Bobby Goren six sense about him. He could feel the presence of someone looking down upon him. He blinked a few times to clear his eyes. He wondered if he were dreaming.

Why would Eames be here?

Alex pulled herself out of her thoughts when she sensed movement on the bed. She was about to speak, about to explain herself when he did something that almost made her knees buckle.

What the…

She tilted her head to the side when he quietly scooted back a few inches on the bed and then pulled the covers back; inviting her into his bed. She almost felt like asking him if he was drunk. Almost.

He was dressed which she found herself thankful for.

He waited.

He made no audible sound when he did this but his eyes never left hers.

Alex wasn't quite sure of his actions. It definitely surprised her. She thought he would yell, scream and throw things at her for coming into his apartment uninvited but he sure wasn't screaming and he definitely wasn't throwing things. Of course, this was Bobby; at times he's was so unpredictable.

Comfort. He needs comfort? Perhaps company? He doesn't look physically upset...but then why the hell wasn't he at work today?

She continued to look down at him as her mind tried to process what was happening. Bobby broke the eye contact and shamefully looked down onto the bed.

Rejected! Sorry son-of-a-bitch

He wanted to dig a 6-foot hole and bury himself in it. Yeah, that's what he wanted to do.

Bobby started to let the covers fall back onto him when she sat on the bed.

"Stay?" He muttered embarrassed, not making eye contact with her. And to this day, he never knew what possessed him to say it.

Her heart melted for this man. "Always." She murmured.

Alex quietly kicked her shoes off. After her coat was off, she looked back at him briefly one more time and then sat on the bed.

He nodded before she turned.

She wasn't sure how to lie so she opted for her back towards him. It didn't take long for her to feel the arm of Bobby's hesitantly come around her. She could smell his scent and god did he smell good. That old Bobby Goren scent that made her know that he was there, with her and that everything was going to be ok. She hoped anyways. It was rather comforting in a way that she could not describe.

She would not try to either.

Bobby scooted up against her as much as possible. She could feel the rise and falling of his chest against her back, among other things. He tucked his head into the dip in her deck and that's how he fell asleep.

Both of them.

No more words were spoken that afternoon.

A/N: So, how was it? Not too bad?
So, it's 7:00 AM and I have yet to go to bed. I've been writing all night/morning...soo...I am going to try and get some sleep. It's finals week, so throw me a bone here. I WILL post the second chapter of this later today! (US time). Thanks!

-Snyder-

NOTE: No Beta Used.