A/N: This was written at 2:30AM as my daughter was having trouble sleeping and is tucked away in our bed with my husband and they just look so adorable. Don't ask me why, but somehow this idea then morphed into my head and I had to write it now. I think it's my way of working out what promises to be a heartbreaking Tuesday.
Don't own them or they'd never leave.
Favorite
Throughout their partnership, starting from early on, they played a game called "favorite".
They played this game during particularly difficult cases, tense arguments and during boring stakeouts. After they played, things always seemed to turn around.
Favorite movie. Favorite movie star. Favorite language. Favorite tv show. Favorite artist. Favorite song. Favorite animal. Favorite book. Favorite magazine. Favorite color.
"Sunshine Yellow." She said turning the heat up in the freezing car.
"Indigo infused with burnt sienna"
She rolled her eyes. "Indigo infused with burnt sienna is not a color Bobby."
"I beg to differ."
"There are ninety-six colors in a large crayola box, Goren. That's not one of them."
He smirked. "Sometimes you need to think outside the box, Eames".
She huffed and they were quiet for a minute. Then…
"You know, his alibi seemed a little shaky…"
It always worked.
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"So. This is it."
"Seems like it." He nodded looking down at his hands.
"And you start…"
"Monday. Training in Virginia."
"Well. "
He didn't say anything.
"So, you'll be gone like…how long?"
"Three weeks. Then back here to start."
Her voice began to crack "you know…I don't think we've gone that long without seeing other in nine years."
He could only nod.
"Except…"
"I know." He said sharper than he meant to. "You have my new cell number right?" He tried to change the subject.
She could only nod.
"And I have yours. You're actually speed dial number 1." He smiled a little.
But this statement was met with silence.
"What speed dial number am I on yours?" He asked looking slightly towards her.
"Bobby…" She began
"Favorite moment?" He asked her
She took a deep breath. "Bobby…"
"Favorite moment?" He asked again.
When she didn't answer he breathed out "OK. I'll go. Now."
"Now what? Now is your favorite moment? Right now?" She asked her voice cracking with sorrow and incredulity.
He leaned over gently turned her face towards him and kissed her gently and lovingly on the lips. They lingered that way for a minute and then he pulled back.
"Yes. This is my favorite moment."
It always worked. Always.
End.