I started writing this July 9th, 2008, when I was listening to The More Boys I Meet and started thinking about CI. The idea kinda just randomly popped into my head. I think I'm taking poetic license in assuming Eames has…crappy taste in men, although they did mention it in one ep… Anyway, just came to me and I thought maybe I'd share it. :)

I own none of it. Not even the televisions I watch the show on. :(

Bobby sighed as he drove towards Eames' place, wondering if this was the best idea.

Lately, Eames had been complaining about all the "losers" she had agreed to go out with in…her entire life, and had been humming a country song over and over.

When he'd asked what the song was called, Eames had said plainly, "The More Boys I Meet" and left it at that.

Still curious about the song his partner was obsessed with, Bobby had looked up the lyrics…and chuckled at the chorus, devising a plan and carrying it out the next week.

Now, as he rang the bell, he knew he couldn't back out, so he waited for Eames.

When let him in, eyeing his package suspiciously, he declared, "I thought he might cheer you up."

With that, he set down the box, opened it, and watched as his partner went from suspicious to—he hoped—happy and laughing as she was jumped on by a miniature Rottweilier.

When she had managed to settle the pup in her arms and had stopped laughing, Eames looked at him and asked, "Bobby—"

Before she could finish her question, Bobby was answering it.

"I…looked up the lyrics to that song you've been humming. I thought maybe…"

He trailed off, hoping she'd understand, and stared at the floor.

In two seconds, he saw Eames set the puppy on the floor and was surprised to see her hand heading for his face.

Wondering if the laughter had been real, Bobby flinched and tensed up as his partner's voice assured him, "Bobby, I'm not gonna slap you."

Eames's hand was under his chin, gently bringing his face up towards hers.

Slowly, cautiously, his eyes moved to find hers staring him square in the face. Before he knew what was happening, Eames's face was right next to his and a split second later, she had dropped a kiss on his cheek and pulled back, beaming at him.

"Uh, Eames?" he ventured tentatively, and she smiled.

"Thank you."

"Um," Bobby muttered, his hand going to his neck, not sure what he was being thanked for but embarrassed all the same.

Eames chuckled, explaining, "I think that's about the nicest thing a man has ever done for me."

She looked at the puppy, who was sniffing around his new home eagerly, and grinned at him as she decided, "I'll call him…Sherlock. Yeah, Sherlock sounds good."

It needs something at the end, but I can't think of anything for it, so…yeah. It's stuck like this until somebody gives me another idea. Ended up being 401 words. Short, but it works, right? :)