The Session

A/N: No Infringement of any kind meant. This kind of came to me in pieces.

She sat in the chair, folding her legs underneath her. After stealing a glance at him she could see him smirking.

"What? The way I'm sitting?"

He sat across from her on the couch. "No, it's just.."

"Oh right. I remember. You told me that you thought it was odd."

"Well, I just don't understand how you women are able to…" and he twisted his body a bit.

"Right. You did tell me once before you thought it looked uncomfortable."

"No, just how…"

"Detective. I'm sure you didn't plan to spend the entire session talking about how I sit? C'mon. What's been going on? You seem anxious."

He rubbed the back of his neck and sighed. "I just don't know if this is going to work."

"Well. Is there something in particular you want to talk about? "

There was silence for minute and then he looked down. "I lied to you."

"I know".

He raised his eyebrow at this. "You know?"

"Yes. You don't really think of your partner like a sister. Do you?"

"N-no. but how did you know that was the lie?"

"You have a tell. You can't really think I wouldn't pick up on it by now."

"What's my tell" He seemed quite disturbed

"When you lie, you talk around the issue, before you give an exact answer. Most people would never notice. But I'm not most people. And don't forget. I'm trained to look for it."

He took a few minutes to digest this. "Do you think other people in my life can see when I'm lying?"

"By 'others' do you mean your partner?" her eyes sought out his, but he looked down. So she continued. "I'm sure of it. She's known you a long time, and I'm sure after all these years, she knows when you're lying. Why? Do you often lie to her?" Her eyes dipped to fine his.

"No. I-I mean, I have. Everyone does, right?"

"Mmm." She shrugged non-committedly. "So. How do you feel about your partner? Are you attracted to her?"

He looked up at her directly so she would know he wasn't lying. "Yes. Very much so."

"And, have you made any progress with these "non sisterly" feelings?"

He smirked. "As a matter of fact yes. But I'm not really….comfortable talking about this with you."

"Have you had sex with her?"

His eyes whipped around. "H-How can you ask me that? I mean…It's personal…I mean…is this really part of therapy…"

"Have you?" She was like a dog with a bone. He knew he had to answer.

"Yes". He sighed.

"How was it?"

"How was it? It was good."

She raised her eyebrow. "Just good?"

"No. In fact, it was great, ok? Mind blowing! The best I've ever had."

She nodded her head and smiled. "Ok. So, how do you feel about her?"

He scrubbed his face with his hands. "I just..I…"

"It's ok not to know yet. I was just wondering if you could identify what you feel."

"I love her. OK? I. Love. Her."

She stared at him. Her eyes got watery.

"What? What's wrong?"

She flung herself onto his lap and smothered him with kisses. "I love you too, Bobby!"

"Eames…"

" That's enough practice. Now you're ready for your next appointment, don't you think?" He nodded, still overcome by reaction to his confession.

She glanced over to the clock on his wall. "I see we still have plenty of time left in your session. Anything else you want to talk about?"

He wiggled his eyebrows and lifted her off his lap. "No, I think we can use this time in more meaningful ways." He led her through the hall to the bedroom.

"This was the best therapy session I every had." He pushed her down on the bed.

"You know, I don't take insurance."

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