Bobby Goren rolled over in bed to find that his first Saturday off in three weeks would be marred with thunderstorms. The torrential rain beat a steady rhythm against the glass windows that threatened to lull him back to sleep.

He crossed his arms behind his head and found himself staring at the cracks in his ceilings hoping to find any distraction from the burgeoning loneliness. Bobby's thoughts ventured to Alex and wondering what she was doing today. His body warmed at the thought of her wrapped up nice and warm in her bed, snuggled down into the pillows with her hair fanned out about her.

Bobby found himself getting aroused imagining the feel of her soft skin and the smell of her. He is past the point of denying his romantic feelings for his partner. After six years together, Bobby knows that she is the one for him and someday he might actually find the courage to tell her.

There is nothing more Bobby hates than being scared and the prospect of losing Alex's trust and friendship scares the ever-loving shit out of him. The thought of her finding someone else causes the bile to rise up in his throat, so he quickly turns his thoughts away.

Climbing out of bed has somehow gotten harder this year. His bones are creaking just a little bit more and it takes longer to wake up these days.

'Damn, when did I start feeling so old?' he thinks.

After a quick visit to the bathroom, Bobby makes a strong pot of coffee and enjoys a cup while watching the morning news. A few moments later, the ringing of his cell phone interrupts his peaceful morning. Looking down at the screen, he sees EAMES CELL reflecting back at him.

"Goren."

"Bobby, it's me."

"Hey, Good Morning, Eames," he says happily.

"God, how come you are always in a better mood in the morning that I am?" she says with a slight annoyance to her voice.

Of course I'm in a good mood, I get to talk to you almost every morning, he thinks.

Apparently her question was rhetorical because she starts talking again. "Bobby, are you busy right now?"

"Ummm," he hesitates, looking down at his pajama bottoms and cup of coffee cooling on the coffee table, "not really. Why what's up?"

"Do you think you could do me a big favor? My roof is leaking and the Super can't get anyone to come out to fix it until the storm passes. I hate to ask, but do you think you could give me a ride to my parent's place in Jersey so I can sleep in a dry bed tonight? The Honda is acting up again and I don't want it to break down while driving through the Lincoln Tunnel."

"Of course, Eames. Give me 20 minutes and I'll be there," he says getting up from his comfortable couch.

"Thanks, Bobby. What would I do without you?"

"Let's not ever find out, huh?" he laughs. "See you soon, Eames."

"Ok, and be careful out there, it's pouring like hell."

"Yes, Ma'am," he complies.

Bobby smiles as he quickly showers and changes.

"Let's go rescue the damsel in distress."