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I imagine this taking place between the Season Five Goren and Eames, at the end of the season. It doesn't fit into canon at all, it's just how I imagine they look. It's a silly little fluff piece, and it's AU.

Mood Setting back story: Eames has been thinking of her partner as more than just a partner for quite some time, and she's fishing to see if he is having the same un-partner-like thoughts.

Character's thoughts are in italics.

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Goren is watching Eames. He can tell she's got something on her mind that she isn't sharing. She's been acting weird for a few weeks now. He can't put a finger on it, but it's almost 'girl like'. He wrinkles his nose at the idea that she could be anything other than a partner. He's never thought of her as anything but. He knows she's technically a woman, but he has never seen her as one. Well, actually, he's doesn't allow himself to think of her like that. Of course, the man in him noticed she was a woman years ago. But he doesn't allow the man in him to think about Eames; only the cop in him can. That's just the way it has to be, he's told himself time and time again.

"Hey Bobby, do you remember the movie 'When Harry Met Sally'?"

Goren stares at her. He's confused.

"Uh, yeah, I guess so."

She just sits and stares back.

Suddenly, Goren is panicked. His eyes shoot open wide and he begins to look around the diner nervously.

Now it's Eames' turn to look confused.

"Eames'", Bobby's speaking low and quick, "you're, uh, you-you're not going to, uh, 'pull a Sally' in here...are you?"

As his question dawns on Eames, she throws her head back in laughter.

Bobby's back to being the confused one.

"You think...that I was...", Eames is trying to catch her breath, "going to fake an orgasm...sitting here...with you..." She now has tears falling down her cheeks.

He starts to fidget, embarrassed by the thoughts he has wildly running through his over imaginative brain; thoughts of Eames…naked and sprawled out on his bed…having an orgasm…with him. I'm such a fucking pig

"Wow, Bobby, I never knew you could turn that red…I can only guess why." She winks at him then slides out of the booth. "How 'bout I'll go pay the check while you collect yourself over there."

He watches her walk away and shakes his head.

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A few hours later, they're sitting in traffic. Bobby has his binder open and he's reviewing his notes from the interview they had just conducted. Occasionally, he scribbles notes along the border of the page. He's trying to concentrate, but he finds himself distracted by their earlier conversation at the diner. He keeps looking up, glancing out the side window as he alternates between writing a few words, then tapping the page with his pen. He steals quick peeks in her direction a couple of times; she seems lost in her own thoughts. After several more attempts at focusing on his work, he finally breaks. With his fingers still gripping the pen, he scratches his forehead and clears his throat a little. She recognizes he's about to speak and waits.

"Uh, Eames?"

"Yeah, Bobby?"

"Back at the diner…when you asked me about that movie…"

"When Harry Met Sally."

"Right…When Harry Met Sally…" A blush crosses his face again. He's hoping she doesn't see it, but she does. "Uh, well…what were you going to say about it?"

Eames smiles. Took you long enough to ask about that. They were just pulling into One PP, so she parks the SUV before answering him. She turns it off then turns slightly to look at him. He, on the other hand, is still looking out the windshield, he can't bring himself to look at her for fear he's going to embarrass himself again.

"All I was gonna ask you was if you thought Harry was right."

He wrinkled his forehead a little. "About?"

"That it's impossible for a guy and a girl to stay 'just friends' because the guy is always thinking of sleeping with the girl."

He's so happy he's not looking at her because his mind goes back to what happened in the diner. How he had automatically imagined Eames in the throes of an orgasm at the mere mention of this movie. He shifts in his seat because his pants are suddenly a little uncomfortable. But then the detective in him kicks in and he narrows his eyes and looks at her. "Exactly why are you asking about this, Eames?"

Her turn to squirm a little. "Oh, well…there's this guy who keeps asking me out and I keep telling him I just want to be friends…and he used that line on me…the Harry line."

He nods.

She continues, "So I was just wondering if all guys think that way."

He shifts again, unsure of how to respond. He knows he has to, but he doesn't know quite what to say. Then, it hits him. "Well, you and I are only friends."

She lets that sentence hang in the air for a few seconds. Then, as she pulls the keys out of the ignition she closes her eyes, turns to him, opens her eyes again and looks directly into Bobby's. "Exactly."

Her eyes hold his for a short time, then she gets out of the SUV.

"Shit." He mutters as he listens to her heels click on the concrete; the sound diminishes as she walks further and further away. What the hell did she mean by 'exactly'? And who is this guy that's hounding her? He doesn't like the sound of that one bit.

He sits for a while thinking about the premise of the movie. He never gave it any thought at all before, he never had a reason to. But as he mentally goes through his list of friends, he realizes they are all men. Not one woman…other than Eames. No, all the women he knows, or knew, were former girlfriends, or dates, or girlfriends of his friends (who he realizes just then that he always wondered what sleeping with them would be like). "Wow," he says out loud as it dawns on him that he has sexualized every woman he has been around in the past…he couldn't even say how long…his entire adulthood? Since puberty? I am a fucking pig! He thinks again as he shakes his head. There must be some woman who I haven't had thoughts of nailing, or at the very least, didn't wonder what they were like in bed, I just have to think about it a little while but now is not the time for that.

He tucks his pen away, closes his binder, gets out of the vehicle and goes into the building.

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a/n: When Harry Met Sally was written by Nora Ephron.