Author's Note: Here's another quick Goren & Eames one-shot. They don't belong to me, but I'm glad I get to borrow them sometimes.
He watched her across the desks, happy that she was too tired to notice his attention. They'd been at work for almost eighteen hours straight. He and Eames had closed the case, but the mountain of paperwork in the aftermath had them still at their desks at nearly one in the morning. Both detectives had the next two days off, and they wanted to finish up before leaving One PP.
Eames pushed her hair back for the fifth time in the last twenty minutes before her entire body was engulfed by an enormous yawn. "I can't take much more of this," she muttered as she stood up and stretched. Bobby's eyes were drawn to her midsection as the sweater she was wearing rode up, revealing a small strip of pale skin just above her jeans.
"Almost done," he replied, and it was true. He was half-way through his last form, and only one remained on Eames's desk. "I'll finish that while you take a walk."
Her smile, though tired, still lit up the empty squad room. "Thanks, Bobby." He watched her walk away before wrapping up the last of the paperwork.
By the time she had sufficiently loosened up her limbs after hours at her desk, Bobby was already wearing his coat. "Ready, Eames?"
She grabbed her coat. "Let's go." Together, they headed for the elevator.
In the parking garage, they tussled momentarily over the keys before another yawn interrupted Eames's reasoning. "Okay, Bobby, you drive." He knew she was exhausted, and the fact that she handed over the keys so quickly told Bobby just how wiped out she was.
They rode in silence; Eames fell asleep and Bobby couldn't help sneaking glances at her every few minutes as he drove her home. Her head rested against the window and her hair fell over her cheek, but the glow from the street lights on her face enchanted him.
He parked the car in front of her house and shut off the engine. Eames stirred, pushing a lock of hair out of her eyes, and murmured, "Thanks for the ride." She fumbled for the door handle but before she could open it, Bobby was there to help her from the vehicle. "I can go inside on my own."
"It's two in the morning. I"ll walk you up." She didn't argue and they started for her front door.
Once they were inside, she exclaimed, "I'm so sorry! You drove me all the way out here and it's the middle of the night."
"It's okay, Eames," said Bobby softly. He didn't mention that he would rather be with her than anywhere else.
"Why don't you stay here? Then we can have breakfast in the morning and I'll give you a ride home."
"You're not planning to cook, are you?"
She knew that meant he'd stay. "Very funny." She pulled a pillow and blanket from the hall closet and handed them to her partner. "Thanks for everything."
He caught her eye and held her gaze as he answered quietly, "Any time."