Anything that has ' ' and is in italics are the character's thoughts.
This is my first fanfic I am sharing, I have more ideas for this story I just want to see if I should cont., so please R&R.
Disclaimer: I don't own them never have, never will, so sad, please don't sue me. Do you think if I committed a crime in NY Bobby would interrogate me?
'I can't believe I lost that stupid bet, and now I have to cook him dinner.'
Alex Eames was frantically rummaging through her kitchen as she tries to put
the finishing touches on her basil chicken. Checking her recipes online once more
'Damn, it doesn't look like the picture, why am I worrying so much? I'm only making this
for Goren, why do I think that this has to be perfect?'
Hearing the knock at the door "Come in, it's open."
Just as she's turning on a pot at the stove in through her kitchen walks her partner, Bobby
Goren. Turning to greet him he hands her a bouquet of exotic pink and white flowers.
"Here a hostess gift for you, the Iris' are for friendship and the Larkspurs represent loyalty."
"What am I a dog, loyal friend, just kidding their lovely, thanks."
Turning to get a vase from under the sink she thinks she could just kick herself. 'A dog,
what kind of response is that, filling the vase with water, I should have just been nice and
no, this is Bobby, not some hot date. The bad thing is I feel like he is I have to get control, somehow.'
"You know you had an unfair advantage, with the bet. Wiping her hands on a dish towel she turns towards him.
"I was out for two days because of that damn flu, or whatever it was I had."
"You had just as much of a chance as I did, not my fault you thought the carnival clown
killed him, that was some case huh? Hey, you need any help?"
"Umm, if you could grab some drinks out of the fridge, I have a bottle of Merlot chilled if you want."
"Wow, your pulling out all of the stops for this."
" Well that was the bet remember, a fully cooked meal at home, nothing store bought."
'Yeah, but I never thought you'd do all this." Pouring the Merlot into the wine glasses
Goren lets his eyes wander, just as Eames is bending over the stove to pull the chicken
out. 'She can even make slacks look good, no, not now you have to stay down, think
about baseball or bloody crime scenes. She can't see you, down.' Silently yelling at the
bulge that is growing in his pants.
"Hey, you there?" Trying to get Goren's attention. Her eyes roaming the length of his
body, is that a no it can't be your just picturing a slight bulge because you want it, stop.
"Yeah, sorry just thinking about the weekend. 'Yeah that sounds like a good excuse.'
Going over to get the sides Goren places the wine bottle in the ice bucket next to the
table. Walking to the other side of the table he pulls out Eames' chair. Pushing it in and
leaning down a little more than necessary he gets a slight whiff of hair, sweet pea, not her
usual scent, and yet again he finds himself silently cursing his arousal.
"Thanks, yeah can you imagine a whole weekend off, the first one for both of us in a
month. Relaxation is going to be a switch. I'm not sure if I'll even be able to sleep in." She quips releasing a slight laugh.
"Oh you just have to find some way of staying up late tonight," letting his mind wander 'I
could think of a couple things that could help.' "you know watch TV or something."
"TV is too passive of an activity," scooping the vegetables on her plates "You have to
have something physical that keeps you awake."
"Yeah, shame both of us are single, otherwise neither would have a problem." Both
realizing the innuendo of his comment they share a nervous laugh and just respond yeah as
they look away and finish putting food on their plates. The next five minutes pass in
complete silence then finally "Eames this chicken is fantastic, why have you hidden your culinary talents?"
"Hey, I just did this for the bet, besides Food Network online did the prep work, I just followed the directions."
Raising his glass "Then here's to good company, bets, and following directions."
It was then he flashed a smile, not the usual I've figured you out one, or the friendly one
people at work see, but this was a kind gentle one. A smile that spoke volumes, one that
made her melt and she could feel that tightening in her stomach, a feeling she hasn't felt for
awhile, one she definitely shouldn't be feeling for him.
"So you were right that case really was something."
"Alex, how about we don't talk shop tonight, like you said it's been a month since we
have had a weekend off, so let's try to start this weekend off right."
"Um, okay, so talking like normal humans wow let's see if I remember how to do this.
Okay, so you seeing anyone, or seen any good movies lately, any exciting plans this
weekend? That seems to cover all the basis."
"Let's see, no, no, and no, I think that covers all of the responses, what about you?"
"Nothing too exciting planned, I was thinking about going to the street fair tomorrow, not
usually something I would go too, but I thought it would be something different." Pushing
around the leaves in her salad. Not looking up she asks "If you want you could come
with." Quickly looking up, then just as quickly going back to playing with her food.
'Did she just ask me to join her, for an outing, normally this wouldn't be so weird but
lately I mean all I want is to,' realizing he should answer. "Sure, what time are you leaving?"
'He said yes, what the hell am I in high school or something?' "Well, I figured I would
go around 12, so if you want to meet me here at 11:30 we can leave together. So you ready for dessert?"
"There's more, I reiterate you really did outdo yourself."
Rising from the table she grabs their plates and places them in the sink. Going into the
refrigerator she comes out with a chocolate pie covered in whipped cream with chocolate
shavings on top. Placing it down on the table she is about to get the plates when Goren
reaches out and grabs her wrist.
"Eames, why did you do all this, I mean I know the bet, but this is a four star meal, I mean why all of this for a bet?"
"Bobby, 'I love when she calls me that, this damn thing won't go down, just when I think
it,' "Hey, bobby," seeing a hand wave in front of his face "you zone out there "I just
thought I would do something nice, since we hardly have a relaxing evening to just enjoy
each other's company." "Of, course I have to confess, the crust was premade."
"Cheater." he said with a laugh.
'Is that flirting, I'm used to him joking but usually in some intellectual can't figure him
out half of the time way, not this flirting style, oh it's all in my head.'
Taking her seat across from him he starts cutting and serving the pie.
'Why is this so hard, he's cutting a frickin' pie and all I can focus on are his hands, think
about how they would feel on me. Touching me, sliding the straps of my shirt, no ripping it.'
"Eames, Eames,' realizing her name was being called. "Now who's zoning out?"
"Damn it Bobby," slamming her fist down on the table. Goren immediately dropping his fork and giving her his complete attention."
"What, what's wrong?"
"Us, that's what's wrong."
"Us, what about us?"
"You seriously don't get it Bobby, do you?" Getting up from the table she walkes towards
him and stops when she reaches the side of his chair.
"I cook this Martha Stewart like dinner, wear a blouse that is so low cut my boobs are
about to fall out, and have been flirting with you the past week at work, hell Bobby I'm
the one that thought of the romantic dinner bet. You can understand the most complex
criminal minds, see connections others couldn't think of, but here you sit completely blind
to the fact that your partner of two years wants to be more than just partners." Getting up
from his chair she can see his face, it holds a solemn expression, no gapping mouth, no
rapid blinking eyes, nothing. Trying to figure out what this blank expression means she is
taken by complete surprise when he grabs hold of her and his tongue starts prodding her
lips for entry. A kiss that makes her literally go weak, her knees slightly buckle and Goren
tightens the grip on her. He starts nibbling on his lips, gently pulling them towards him.
Slowly drawing away "I noticed the blouse, don't you think it's obvious?" His head
bending downward drawing her eyes to the growing bulge between them. "Those flowers
I brought you," glancing in their direction "those little round ones are acacias they
represent concealed love, I'm sick of games too." Leaning in for a kiss again he
starts nibbling on her neck his soft breath caressing her ear she can feel her knees go weak
again. Holding on to her even more he whispers "So what do you say we have dessert?"