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Inspired by Elvis Presley's version of a song called, "Love Letters". Be warned - purple prose alert - some of it is so flowery and sweet you may require an insulin dose to regulate your glucose level. Consequently this is very AU. Some reviews would be nice... I'm just sayin'. :)

Love letters straight from your heart
Keep us so near while apart
I'm not alone in the night
When I can have all the love you write

I memorize ev'ry line
I kiss the name that you sign
And darlin, then I read again right from the start
Love letters straight from your heart

Straight From Your Heart

'How do I say this.. Words are difficult sometimes, hard to express what you truly feel. So many different ways to say one thing. So I'll just take a deep breath and plunge ahead.

'For months now I have watched you. Please don't be freaked out by that. Instead, be flattered. You have a secret admirer, one who breathes in your beauty like the very air around me. Yes, I said 'beauty'. You are beautiful, a feast for the eyes and the senses. I could fill pages and pages of your attributes. Perhaps I should start with your mouth.

'Your mouth... It is what first drew me to you. With its soft and full lower lip. You toy with that lower lip when you are in deep thought. You lick it absently while working on something. Your teeth graze over it while you pace. God help me, I wish that I could taste that lower lip after you have had a sip of wine, a taste of honey or even a bite of fruit.

'Probably as you read this letter, you're touching your lower lip with your first two fingers, musing over who would be sending this sort of letter to you. Am I correct? I know I am, I've watched you do the same thing over other things, like you're trying to take apart a puzzle in your mind and gently running your fingers over your mouth is what keeps you grounded in that puzzlement.

'The very thought of you touching your lip sends shivers racing up and down my spine. How can I control these thoughts? I cannot, I have come to realize. There is no control. Like a raft adrift in a raging river, I am simply lost to the current when my thoughts turn to you. I can only hope that I'll find safe shore someday.

'With Hope'

Bobby Goren looked at the letter again as it sat on his desk. He'd received it last night under his apartment door. The paper was a good quality and lightly scented with something spicy yet soft. The handwriting was easy to read, the elegant script flowing in a blue-black iridescent ink of a fountain pen. His gut instinct was telling him that this woman wasn't psychotic or a sociopath. She was educated, intelligent, and socially adept and... seeming entranced by him. For the hundredth time he shook his head. He'd been mulling over the letter since he opened it last night. Who was she? Where was she that she could see all of the things she said in that letter? How did she know about his little habits?

"Whatcha got there Bobby?"

"Nothing that concerns you Eames." Bobby reached for the letter. However, before he could get it, Eames's fingers plucked it up off of the desk and she plopped down in a chair to read it.

Bobby groaned and sat back as Eames's lips puckered into a whistle. "Damn, Bobby, you've got a secret admirer? Sounds like she's got it bad for ya. So...?"

"So, what Eames?"

"Give me the details and such. Height, weight, hair, eyes, looks, likes, dislikes, why she's hung up on you of all people..."

"Eames... it's an anonymous letter, do you see a name anywhere on that letter?" At Eames's 'oh doy' look, Bobby reached over the desk and plucked the letter from her fingers. "Now, I would appreciate it if you got to whatever business you have with me."

Alex shrugged and opened the folder of paperwork on her desk as she snuck a glance at Bobby as he stuffed the letter into his binder. Looking back down at the report, she was soon pulled back into the case they had just handed over to the ADA to prosecute.

Finishing with a report that needed Bobby's signature, she proffered the sheet of paper to Bobby with a muttered, "This one needs your signature too." After several moments of holding the extended sheet that Bobby hadn't yet taken, she glanced up to see Bobby sitting back in his chair, his mind obviously elsewhere, mulling over the puzzle of his admirer.

Eames chuckled and stood up. "Hey Bobby, your presence is requested at 1PP."

"Uh, what?" Bobby straightened up and focused on his partner.

"If you're that interested, why don't you ask some of your neighbors if they've seen this mystery woman? But sign this report first, okay."