Disclaimer: 'Law and Order: Criminal Intent' and all its characters belong to Dick Wolf. Not me. : (

A/N: Just a little one shot. They needed an episode like this.

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Perfect

Bobby hated hospitals. Hated the smell of them, hated the way the air was so hard to breath when you were in them, hated the food they served you, hated the way the nurses and doctors talked about you behind your back. He hated hospitals with ever fiber of his being.

But as Bobby walked through the white-walled halls of Bellevue Hospital, he felt happy. He wanted to be there. The man glanced down at the numbers he had scribbled on the palm of his right hand and then up to the numbers on the walls beside the entrances to the rooms.

505. . . 507. . . 509. . .

"511," Bobby said aloud as he stopped in front of the door. It stood ajar and, taking a deep breath, he entered.

The face that greeted him was slightly too pale for his liking, but it smiled at him and said, "Hiya, Bobby."

"Hey, Eames." Bobby pulled up a seat next to her bed, patted her hand. "Feel awkward without the belly?" he asked with a smile.

Alex grinned, unconsciously patted her not-so-swollen stomach. "A little. Guess I'll have to get used to it, huh?" She paused, trying to find the right words to say, then settled on, "Hey, thanks for coming."

"No problem, Eames."

"Have you seen him yet?" she asked, and without an answer, began pulling herself to the edge of the hospital's bed. Bobby lunged for her, caught her elbow to steady her as she slid off the side.

"Whoa, should you be, like… moving?" he asked as she used his arm to straighten and stretch.

"Well, technically, not for a few more hours, but I think I'll be fine. Just don't let go," she added with a laugh.

Bobby never took his widened eyes off of her as he wrapped an arm around her waist and then used his free hand to hold hers. He watched as she bit down on her bottom lip when the pain shot through her body as she began to move. Strong, stubborn Eames, he thought as she began to lead them both out of the room. They slowly made their way down the hallway and to a large room with windows all around. Inside, dozens of little babies laid. They were either crying, sleeping, or studying the new world around them. Feeling slightly awkward, Bobby asked. "Which one?"

Alex's lips curled up as she pointed to a tiny one in the front. The small baby wore a bright blue cap and was wrapped in a blanket of the same color. "He's got a lot of hair, doesn't he?" she asked, mostly to herself, with a small chuckle. Her voice then grew quiet as she spoke again, "They said I could name him."

Bobby opened his mouth, shut it again. What was he suppose to say?

"Have anything in mind?" he inquired after a moment of silence.

"Not really. I mean, you don't want to give a child a name that'll get him made fun of at school and you don't want a name that no one can pronounce. That's just embarrassing." She sighed. "It's a big responsibility naming a kid."

Bobby laughed softly, gave her fingers a quick, comforting squeeze. "Any name you'll give him will be fine, Eames."

Alex nodded, turned to smile up at him, then back down at the green-eyed baby. He blinked at her, then opened his toothless mouth to let out a laughing squeal. She chuckled back at him, waved. "How about Christopher? Christopher Leigh."

Bobby repeated the name in his mind, nodded. "It's perfect, Eames. Just perfect."