A/N: Thanks a million to my beta, kensi54382,an awesome job! Hope you enjoy this! Please review! Update to come soon in my other stories as well!

Also, *Disclaimer*! Dick Wolf owns CI and also material in this story is modified plot and storyline of content from the TV show Bones. I can't tell you exactly which episode because that may spoil just a few things! Haha:) Anyway, a lot of credit goes to the wonderful people behind the show.

Season Set In: November of 2004, Season 4

Spoilers: Maybe eventually

Pairing: B/A

Rating: T for now

The lights on the stage illuminated the figure that walked confidently up to the microphone. With a charming smile, the young man scanned the room full of aspiring songsters. His fingers began strumming his guitar, stringing the tune to Hoobastank's "The Reason." As his smooth voice resonated throughout the club, he had the attention of all the women. He always made sure to put on a show for them. The women weren't the only beings impressed by his vocal talent, though. In the back of the room, at a table isolated from the rest near the stage, sat a sharply dressed man inspecting the talents that were being presented onstage.

As the song and the impressive performance came to an end, the young man smiled one last charming smile at the clapping audience. Waving his thanks, he turned to leave the stage, nearly running into the next performer, who glared with eyes full of hatred and anger. Smirking, the young man passed him and left the stage to get a shot from the bar. He was confident that after tonight he was going to be the next big thing, especially after a talent scout had witnessed a performance such as that one. He didn't realize how right and how wrong he was though...

Bobby stepped out of the black SUV with a deep breath. Glancing around, he saw a large house with an extensive lawn complete with fountains and a pool covered for the winter. With a sigh of frustration and dread, Bobby realized they weren't on home turf. This was politicians' ground they were intruding on. The sigh he heard to his left told him his partner was thinking the same thing. Sharing a look with Alex, Bobby lead the way onto the front lawn and under the yellow tape, flashing their badges when needed. Silently, the dynamic duo settled into their routine; Bobby found his way to the body and Alex spoke with the police and witnesses.

Alex saw the detective on scene standing with a snob-of-a-man dressed in a fluffy blue robe and flannel pyjamas, clearly having just crawled out of bed. Alex sighed tiredly.

"Me too..." she thought.

Except Alex had gotten ready, showered and dressed for work in her nice grey slacks and blazer with her dark blue blouse and navy heeled pumps. She wished she were in a bathrobe and slippers.

"Detective," Alex called, getting the attention of a tall brunette woman. The other woman nodded and excused herself from the important looking man's presence.

"Detective Eames," she greeted. "Mr. Branson is the mayor's brother-in-law. He said he came out this morning to get the paper when he saw something sticking out of the grass in the front gardens. His wife's away on business, and he's the only one in the house this weekend."

Alex nodded, thanking the detective before going to meet Mr. Branson. She wasn't looking forward to it.

While Eames exercised her people skills, Bobby kneeled near the grey, dull, winter gardens and the lifeless body that lay inside. His eyes reverently moved over the young man's corpse, his hands respectfully checking the littlest things. Less than a foot away was the young man's bodiless head.

In the midst of the aura of death and dark evils of the world, Bobby sensed a light shining through the cloud of darkness. He sensed another warm body with his and the cold one of the unfortunate man. Eames.

"Mr. Branson over there says he got back two days ago from Boston, where his wife is on a business trip. He said their gardener was hospitalized last month; old age and going senile," came Alex's voice and he felt her kneel beside him, latex gloves in hand if needed. "Find anything here?"

Bobby glanced over at her, pausing in his examination of the man's clothes.

"Nothing's out of place," Bobby said with a shrug, distractedly resuming his task of searching the man's pockets, having forced CSU away for him to do so. Alex raised her eyebrows incredulously at him.

"Yeah, other than his head," she said, watching him closely as he held up a brown leather wallet.

"Other than that," Bobby answered, nodding distractedly as he opened the wallet. Alex rolled her eyes and shook her head, standing up to walk around the body.

"Thomas Adamson, 23," Bobby recited, flipping through the wallet. "Credit card and cash...all here. Everything's in place. It wasn't a robbery."

Alex nodded, cringing at the sight of the results of decapitation. Across from her, Bobby slowly stood up, wallet still in hand.

"Are you ready?" she asked as Bobby gave the wallet to a CSU investigator.

"Yeah. Want to stop for coffee and breakfast on the way?" Bobby asked, peeling off the latex gloves. Alex cringed, glancing at the lifeless body. Bobby understood exactly what she was thinking.

"You'll be hungry once we get there. Come on," he said, smiling affectionately at her. The two partners left the crime scene and the body for the ME to take.

One Police Plaza

Bobby had been right. By the time he had made her stop to get coffee and breakfast scones and then drive to 1PP, Alex was indeed hungry. Sitting at their desks, they took out their scones and the packets of toppings provided by the little diner they had found a year ago. Now they ate at Sue's Diner all the time together.

Alex looked up at a distracted Bobby, smiling. They had been doing a lot of things together lately, even more than usual.

"Honey?" Bobby suddenly asked, shocking and confusing Alex as she struggled to come out of her reverie. What did he just call me?With raised brows, Alex looked down at Bobby's hands. He was offering her packets of honey for her scones. Relief flooded Alex and she briefly wondered why she had been so quick to think he was using that endearment with her. Smirking, she decided she would turn it into a light joke.

"Yes, Sugar?" she asked innocently, holding out packets of sugar. Bobby furrowed his brows in confusion, but Alex watched as realization dawned on his handsome face. An amused smirk replaced his look of confusion and he shook his head at her. Smiling, Alex placed the sugar packets down on the desk, took one from Bobby's hand, and dressed her scone with honey. After having prepared her scone, Alex took out her laptop.

"You suppose someone reported Thomas missing?" Bobby asked, taking a bite of his scone with a light crunch. Alex nodded, searching the missing persons' report on the screen.

"Here," she said, picking up her coffee as she leaned in to look at the picture. Bobby stood from his chair, abandoning his scone for the moment, and made his way to his 'spot.' His spot was located right behind his partner, Alexandra Eames, where he could lean over her shoulder, hold the back of her chair with his arm around her, be close to her without suspicion, and smell the sweet fragrance of jasmine and Alex all in the same moment.

"He was reported missing two weeks ago," Alex said, brushing her hair behind her ear. Bobby glanced over at her face. She was so close. He forced himself to focus on the case when Alex added, "the report was made by Matthew Sweeney, Thomas' neighbour."

Bobby nodded, looking at the screen before noticing the figure that stepped into view out of a separate office.

"Heads up," he whispered, letting go of the back of her chair and returning to his own seat. As he retreated to his side of the desks, Alex looked up to see Deakins making his way towards them.

"Okay, guys. What you got for me?" the captain asked, folding his arms across his chest.

"Thomas Adamson has been missing for two weeks. His neighbour was the one that reported him missing. I've got an address for him now," Alex reported, sitting tall and pretty as Bobby watched.

"Okay. Pay the neighbour a visit. See what you can find and go on from there. I've got meetings this afternoon, so I want to be updated tomorrow," Deakins said as he was walking away.

"Yes, sir," the two detectives said in unison. Turning to Bobby, Alex picked up her scone and fixed him with a mock glare.

"I am finishing this before we leave," she demanded seriously, but she broke into a grin as Bobby laughed and nodded. Quickly, the two finished their breakfast and slipped their coats on before leaving the squad room with their coffees in hand.