(A/N: Here is another one I wrote a couple of days ago. Probably need to more with this pairing. Please review. Reviews are always lovely.)
Mike sighed as he walked into the living room to find Bobby reading intently.
"It's eleven o'clock at night," he said as he rubbed his eyes and yawned. Bobby looked up and then looked at his watch.
"I didn't realize." Mike glared at him and Bobby went back to reading.
"You said you would come to bed two hours ago."
"I just want to finish this chapter." Mike groaned and then walked into the kitchen.
Bobby sighed and placed his bookmark in and closed the book. He placed it on the bookshelf and went into the kitchen. Mike was leaned against the kitchen sink with a glass of water.
"I'm ready for bed," the other detective said and Mike just frowned at him.
"Are you actually going to sleep?" Bobby shrugged.
"I mean it, Bobby. You haven't been sleeping at all. Eames is going to kill me if you start dozing off at work again."
"I'm sorry. I just can't seem to sleep."
Mike placed his cup into the sink and walked to their bedroom. Bobby ran his fingers through his curls before following.
Mike was already under the covers and Bobby climbed into the bed. Mike curled an arm around Bobby's waist and Bobby placed his head in the crook of Mike's neck.
"She's getting worst." Mike tightened his grip.
"I know."
"There isn't anything anyone can do about. I don't want to loose her, Mike."
"I know, Bobby but you can't not sleep though. You're no use to anyone if don't rest."
Mike sighed contently when he felt the nod against his neck before he felt Bobby letting himself relax against him.