So for all of you who are rolling their eyes and are like what is it now? She has 3 stories plus this one on the go? I assure you this one is completely finished! Really truly and honestly! So I'd like to give a huge thanks to Karaselle who edited the whole story! No I'm not mad I took a while! Only 8 months...but who was counting! LOL! So this people was actually my very first CI fanfiction. Read enjoy And understand that I had this idea before Blind Spot aired so it was me and me alone. I don't own CI so live with it.

Chapter one: The Beginning

He sat and watched as she stood on her balcony with a smile on her face. She was talking on the phone and he could tell by her smile that she was talking to him. He had seen her around with him, going to coffee shops or movies and she always had that perfect smile on her face. "Not anymore," he whispered to himself, "not anymore."

He continued to gaze up at her as she hung up the phone and went back inside. A cruel smile stretched across his mouth. Finally, after weeks of planning, he was ready. Soon, very soon he would have his next victim.

"BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!"

The alarm resounded in the early morning quiet of her bedroom and Alex groaned as she rolled out of bed.

"I need a new job this is way too early!" she grumbled to herself.

She stumbled into the kitchen and poured a cup of coffee knowing it would not be the last one the day required. Half an hour later, grabbed her keys and headed out the door. As she was leaving the apartment building, a man waved at her and she waved back even though she was sure she didn't know him.

Alex sat at her desk and sighed, it had been a long day of nothing but paperwork. Her partner, Bobby, had been in court most of the day leaving Alex alone with her computer. Just as she finished the last of the paperwork, Bobby walked in.

"Hello. Nice to know I'm not all alone at this big desk." she teased.

He simply smiled in reply.

What else could you expect? It was just the way he was. The way they were. They had a special relationship that no one understood. Not even them.

It was a relationship based on respect and trust. They were close like brother and sister, nothing more. Yet they were so much more. It was a complicated blend of friendship, partnership, and a closeness that hedged the boundaries of love and neither one intended to change it.

They had been partners for six years. They were perfect for each other. He was intelligent, outgoing, and full of obscure facts. She was more reserved, realistic, down to earth and tough as nails. Together even the best of criminals could not elude them.

'That's the way it is. Always was, and always will be.' she thought to herself.

"You going home?"

Bobby's question jerked her out of her thoughts back to reality, "Yeah, I guess so. See you tomorrow."

"See ya," he answered as she walked out the door.

She sighed as she entered the parking garage, the night air was cool this time of year so she pulled on her NYPD sweater before she opened her car door and started the 10-minute drive home. She reached for the radio and flipped from station to station as she drove, finally stopping on a country station. Soon she pulled into her apartment building's parking lot. Slowly, she gathered her belongings and locked her car.

Inside the building, she waited for the elevator. She was too tired to climb the stairs. When the elevator doors opened, she stepped inside and leaned against the cool steel wall while she waited for it to reach the third floor. She heard the "ding!" that indicated her floor and stifled a yawn as she got off and wandered down the hall to her apartment. As she unlocked the door, she heard a stereo blasting somewhere nearby.

"Great. I hope they don't stay up to late I want to go to sleep." She muttered to herself as she shut the door behind her, walked to the table beside the couch and dropped her keys.

If Alex hadn't been so tired she might have noticed the plate covered in bread crumbs on the coffee table and her photo album that lay open beside it, opened to the photos of her nephew's christening. The picture her mother had insisted on taking of her with Bobby was missing. But, in her weariness, she missed it completely. In fact, it didn't occur to her that anything was remiss until she felt the cold barrel of a gun press into her neck.

"Don't move." a bitter voice whispered harshly in her ear.

SO????? Please Please Please R&R! This means soooo much to me! This story is like my baby! And thanks once again to Karasell for "helping it grow up!" lol! New chapter tomorrow this one you can bet on!