Title: My Flannel Shirt
Pairing: Bobby/Alex
Warnings: None
Word Count: 326
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Bobby and Alex do not belong to be. They are Dick Wolf's. Go away.
Author's Note: I wrote this on the way to school this morning before I had my caffeine. I'm not sure if that's an apology or what, but I thought you should know.
My Flannel Shirt
The flannel shirt was his, he had no doubt about that. What he couldn't figure out was how she'd gotten it, or why she was wearing it. She must've known he'd recognize it, and he knew she thought about how she looked each morning; she wasn't the type of person who threw an outfit together without thinking about it. He readjusted his position, leaning back in his chair and resting his chin on his hand.
Alex looked up from her paperwork, eyebrow raised. "Can I help you?"
Bobby shook his head, continuing to openly stare at his partner. Her eyebrows knit together, a mix of concern and confusion flashing over her face before she returned to her work. Their work, really, but he never was one for paperwork.
He had to admit, it looked good on her. The dark red set off her hair beautifully, the dark blue keeping the red from being too sexual. It was way too big on her, the many folds of fabric hanging off her small shoulders. She was wearing another dark blue shirt underneath, another sign she carefully planned her outfit.
She glanced up again, only long enough to flash him a small smile, before looking back down at the forms. This time it was Bobby's turn to frown, trying to analyze everything that was happening. There was only one conclusion he could arrive at – she knew it was his, she was wearing it anyways, she wanted him to know she had it, and she wanted him to know she knew.
He smiled and shook his head, setting the chair back down on the floor. "I'm going to grab some coffee; want some?" he asked.
"Yeah, sure," she replied, not looking up.
On his way out, he leaned over her chair, purposely moving closer to her than he usually did. He moved his lips as close to her ear as he could without actually touching it before whispering, "Nice shirt."