You know the drill, I do not now, nor will I ever own Law & Order Criminal Intent or its actors. I also do not own "Please Don't Give Up On Me" by Solomon Burke or "What Sound" by LAMB, or "Never Felt This Way" by Alicia Keys or "Cold" by Crossfade or even "Wait For You" by Nelly Furtado. I'm simply borrowing them for my story to help it move along so please do not sue me as you will only get a box of Cap'n Crunch and a Blackberry Pearl. Look at it like this I'm offering you free promotion. Takes place after Purgatory then it goes where I want after all this is fan fiction so please no hate mail about little things that may be slightly ooc. Ok now that we've established that here is the guide. Italic words are the actual story/character thoughts.
Prologue
It had been two weeks, five days, twelve hours, fifteen minutes and some odd seconds since Robert Goren's fragile semblance of an existence once again came crashing down around him. Bobby
often wondered if and when it would completely implode on itself. Implode: to collapse inwardly with force as a result of the external pressure being greater than the internal pressure.
What a coincidence that seemed to describe his present situation to a T. Now Bobby wasn't a superstitious man by a long shot, years of mental and physical abuse made sure of that, yet after going
over the word implode in his head for the umpteenth time he couldn't help but wonder if some unseen entity had created that word just to torment the little sanity he could still call his own. Daily
Bobby delved into the minds of NYC's finest criminal minds loosing a little more of himself each time yet he had found an anchor in the craziness of it all. Bobby was never one to think that he
deserved anything beyond hurt and grief especially after a seemingly never ending line of ex's of both the personal and professional variety. You see it wasn't from lack of trying to accommodate
people on his part it was just that people didn't get him so rather than learn they all ran. All save for her. Robert was rarely a surprised man then again there were a lot of things he was and wasn't
before her. Hope for him had presented itself in the form of a tiny but strong willed 5'2 ball of flesh otherwise known as Alexandrea Eames. Somehow in six years she managed to not only anchor
him to something other than restlessness and despair, but she also wormed her way into his near lifeless heart. This may not seem like much to some casual outsider but anyone who has had
the privilege to know bobby knows that he is more guarded than Fort Knox. Yes hope was named Alex and good times seemed like they were here to stay but like all good things it had to end one
day.