All these Halloween stories have inspired my smut muse.

I don't own them. But in my story, they own each other…..

This takes place in the present, all seasons 1-8 in tact. Goren and Eames have never fulfilled their feelings for one another and still immerse themselves in their jobs with no significant others to speak of.

Told from Alex's perspective….

I always loved Halloween when I was a kid. Dressing and up and being someone else for a brief interlude was a nice, legal form of escape for a cop's daughter. As an adult, I put the simple joys of Halloween behind me until Nathan arrived. Watching my nephew take part in the rituals of Halloween brought back the inklings of happy illusions and silly scares. It was a good diversion from the everyday.

The everyday was actually a little better recently. Bobby was a more animated lately. Less like the vacuous black hole of 2007. We seemed to be in sync, more so than we had been in a long time. I actually went back to fantasizing about him again. Something I had found very hard to do after his undercover operation, I knew nothing about. I still loved him, that's why it all hurt so damn much. But nights of lulling myself to sleep with visions of Bobby running his long, strong hands all over me and making cry out his name, had all but disappeared amidst his sad drama.

Of course tonight was a different story.

Bobby and I spent a long five days working overtime, to wrap up the case of a domestic dispute gone awry. Today we put the final touches on all the paperwork, a suspect safely stowed away, waiting for trial.

The long hours gave me lots of gazing time. I loved watching Bobby work. The set of his jaw, the penetration of his gaze, as he dismantled a case bit by bit. It was a game we played, the gazing game…. Foreplay for the unrequited, I'd call it. We've done it for years and it seems to happen most when we are getting along. Taking turns watching the other when that person is engrossed something else.

It was a little pathetic and certainly no plausible substitute for actual kissing and touching.

But it was all I had….

Well that, and the occasional touch, brush, rub, whatever you'd call it. Shit… that was like full on intercourse in our world. Those were becoming more frequent lately too and I'm not complaining.

As I lay in my bathtub, the night before Halloween… Alone…. It gives me something to work with as I try to find my own release. Letting the steaming bathwater wash over me. Letting it stroke and caress every part of me that I wished Bobby would.

It wasn't him… But it would have to do.

Amidst my fantasy I recall our last conversation today. We exchanged goodbye pleasantries, Bobby asking if I was taking Nathan out trick or treating. I said no, that his parents were doing it tonight because they had plans Saturday. I inquired if Bobby was accepting trick or treaters already knowing full well the answer.

"No, I'm just going to read until I fall asleep."

Typical sad Bobby.

Sad Bobby wasn't making me aroused enough, so I envisioned powerful lust-filled Bobby. The water his hands and my hand… Well let's just say I figure Bobby had more girth than a finger or two. But I had to work with what was at my disposal.

I was getting closer to climax. I could hear some of the water splashing out of the tub. I didn't care. I was in the zone, thighs clenched, muscles tightening. The Bobby in my head was pounding me on the interrogation room table. Whispering confessions of love in my ear that were years hidden. My pelvis was rising to meet his phantom thrusts.

Then my phone rang.

Damn it!

And I sort of hoped it was Bobby. The actual sound of his voice might be enough for a quiet anonymous release.

"Liz" read the display.

Damn!

"Hey sis, what's up?" I tried not to sound too out of breath.

"Lex… C'mon you know what's up. I'm gonna ask you again. Rick and I are going to this huge Halloween party in Manhattan tomorrow night and you're coming along….Right?!?"

"Liz, we've been through this.."

"Lex c'mon. What the hell are you gonna do tomorrow night that can't wait? I know you're off of work. Don't give me that…."

My sister was never one for the word no.

"Liz I don't even have a costume."

"I have a costume, I have at least half a dozen of them from years past. We're the same size. It's no biggie…"

Liz continued pleading and maybe it was my semi-aroused state. But the thought of going out and partying, for once, was starting to sound good to me. I knew I could depend on Liz to have something sexy in her costume repertoire.

My chastity belt was pinching me….

"Okay okay Liz, you win. What time?"

"Be at our place around five to get you dressed! I'm so excited Lex!

"Night Liz.."

"Night Lex see ya tom…."

Click.

Giving up on my bath, that night brought fevered dreams of Bobby, but no release.

*********

Five o'clock Saturday was here before I knew it. I arrived at my sisters house and Liz swept me upstairs before I could even say hi to Nathan.

"I've got the perfect thing picked out for you."

"Should I be scared?" I asked and knew better, this was Liz after all. Of course I should be scared.

Spread across Liz's perfect patchwork bedspread was what appeared to be a tight red skirt and bustier with accompanying devil horns.

"Oh Christ Liz…. No way!"

I turned to leave and Liz blocked me.

"Sis… It's Halloween… It's a party. It's gonna be dark and their will be lots of people there… Lot of men…."

I looked back down at the slutty uniform and felt my mental chastity belt pinching again.

"You're right ." I said, more trying to convince myself, not Liz. "What the hell!"

After I changed into the costume, Liz swooped over to me and did my hair and makeup.

"Here! You look gorgeous!" She spun me in front of her full length mirror and I had to admit, things weren't half-bad.

Here I was, in my mid forties, survived one pregnancy and I looked pretty toned despite both of those facts. The skirt stopped short of my upper thigh. The bustier lifted and enhanced what I already had. Liz curled a few tendrils of my hair and teased it to make it look fuller.

Not bad.

Maybe I would meet someone tonight.

Maybe I'd just get laid.

Either or….

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The base was pumping in this huge Manhattan night club. There were costumed people everywhere, dancing and gyrating to the music and downing copious amounts of alcohol. I was suddenly wishing I was at home, in bed with a book.

"C'mon Lex, you look great! Get out there!"

Leave it to my sister to be my number one motivator for bad ideas.

I started to mingle and right away I felt like I was being oogled like a piece of shark bait.

I talked to a few losers as I made my way to the bar. I needed some numbing potion, stat!

Nursing my margarita I turned to survey the room.

Same old, same old. Meatheads and coke brains hitting on anything with a pulse.

Why do I bother?

Then one man caught my eye. Lurking in a dark corner, dressed like masked crusader was a hulk of a guy. Quiet and alone, his face was covered with a Zorro-like mask, complete with hat. Had he a cape that spanned his tremendous height and was dressed in all black.

Then it hit me like a ton of bricks why I noticed this guy.

He looks like Bobby.

Damn it!

I couldn't even go out on a casual sex safari without thinking about him.

But what if he did look like Bobby… So what!

My margarita must have been taking effect. I figured I should at least saunter over. If I can't have Bobby, maybe a one night stand that looks like him could be what I need.

Margarita was definitely taking effect… It was now my moral compass.

I swayed over to the dark corner that "Zorro" was lurking in. Before he knew what hit him, I ran my hand over across his chest, reached behind his head and brought him down to my level.

Then I did something I never did before.

I kissed a perfect stranger full on the lips. "Zorro's" mouth was full and soft like a pillow. At first he was in shock and his lips tensed and tightened, but he must have enjoyed my technique because before we broke apart his tongue was snaking gently over my lips. I breathed him in when we parted, starting at his chest. He smelled familiar, like faint cigarettes and spice. The smell turned me on but through the alcohol fueled haze it tinged my panic button too.

As if in slow motion I raised my head and feasted my gaze on my anonymous paramour. My stomach began to flip and sting and as I gazed upon two very familiar lips, chin and full cheeks speckled with five o'clock shadow and lastly two very shocked chocolate brown eyes.

Bobby !

Sit tight! There's more smut to come kiddies.