A/N: Hi! This is my first story and I don't really know what I'm doing. Anyways, it's thinking season 3 Goren and Eames for this. I don't own anything except the storyline.

The first time their lips touched was not how she had imagined it would be. She at least thought he would have been conscious.

Ten minutes ago, they were speaking with a potential suspect.

Six minutes ago, they were still on that pier.

Anthony Tronowski was not a big man. Well, he wasn't compared to Bobby. At five foot eleven maybe a good hundred and seventy pounds or so, Tronowski was not exactly deemed a physical threat by Bobby Goren. But a little boy bumping into Eames was a convenient distraction for Tronowski rid himself of his bigger obstacle.

And now Alex Eames finds herself here, leaning over her partner and trying to stay calm.

Thank God they weren't all the way up the pier. Thank God they weren't too close to the beach. Thank God the pier wasn't too high off the water…

She was surprisingly able to drag him far enough up the beach that the tide only reached his ankles. Must be the adrenaline.

The bus is on its way but he's not breathing.

"Bobby?" She manages to get out.

His pulse is faint but it's there. It's there.

She rips open his shirt, not even bothering to to undo the buttons. It's a shame. This was her favorite shirt of his. Blue looks great on him. But she's got a job to do.

1..2..3..4…

Breathe.

This is the first time she's seen his bare chest. It's exactly like she imagined. Broad, muscular, with just a dusting of chest hair.

15..16..17…

Breathe Bobby.

29..30…

Breathe damnit!

That's how their lips first meet. His are unresponsive and salty from the sea water. Hers have a purpose. Just trying to get him to breathe.

"Bobby."

His hair is wet and it's the the curliest she's ever seen it. She's always loved his hair. And the salt and pepper look he's got going looks really good.

She pushes on his chest again.

1..2..3…

"Come on, Bobby."

Come on.

She can't help but wish this was a different scenario. One where they were on a tropical vacation (even though he hates the beach). She would be sitting beside him, watching the tide roll in. He'd be reading about bee pollination or something, when suddenly he'd set his book down, pick her up out of her beach chair, and sling her over his shoulder to carry her out into the calm blue waters. Despite her protests, he'd throw her into the ocean, where he'd laugh (a sound she doesn't get to hear often enough). He'd extend his hand to help her up but she'd pull him right down in with her. He'd cut off her giggly laughter by putting an arm around her waist and kissing her senseless.

But instead, he lays in front of her, half dead. Half alive.

12..13..14..15…

"Bobby!" A tear escapes her eye and she has to remind herself that there's still hope.

Don't cry. Not yet. It's not over yet.

She knows if she lost him, she wouldn't be able to handle it. She already lost one man she loved. She's not prepared to lose another.

25..26..27..28…

And again she breathes into him, placing her mouth on his.

Would if this is the only time their lips will ever meet? At least she got to know what it feels like even if they don't count as actual kisses.

Wake up, Bobby.

What she wouldn't give to see those brown eyes look up at her.

1..2..3..4…

"Please, Bobby." She's desperate now.

He'll never know how much he means to her. He's the reason she comes to work every day. At first she thought he was as crazy as everyone said but after she really looked at him, really saw him, she knew he was amazing. Gifted. And then she fell in love with him. But he will ever know that if doesn't wake up.

19..20..21..22-

His head moves slightly. It's such a small movement, she thought she imagined it. But then his head jerks to the side and he begins to cough.

"Bobby." She breathes.

She lets out a sigh of relief and smooths back his hair from his face as he gets the water he swallowed out of his system.

"Eames." He whispers.

She has to let out a breathy laugh. She's never been so happy to hear him call her that.

"Yeah."

There are those brown eyes.

He gives a small smile. "You can't get rid of me that easy."

She smiles back, wiping the tears from her eyes and tucks her wet hair behind her ears. "You scared the hell out of me, Bobby. I thought you were gone."

"You brought me back."

A/N: I would really like to continue. What do you think? Reviews please!