Just a little drabble about Alex's green eyed monster. Inspired by the ladies of the Vincent D'Onofrio Fan Group. Keep on rocking, ladies! Enjoy!
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Who the hell did that woman think she was?
Alexandra Eames had never considered herself to be a jealous woman. When she was married, other women would check her husband out, but she didn't care. He never reciprocated, and at the end of the night, he went home with her. After he died, she didn't date a lot. There was the occasional fling, and she'd even had a few one night stands. But that was about it.
So when she started dating her partner, she had fully expected to be the same woman she was before. No jealousy, no insecurity. And for a while, it had worked.
Until now.
Right now, one of the receptionists from downstairs-Leann or Randi or something- was leaned against Bobby's desk. Her already low cut shirt was unbuttoned to the point of being unprofessional, and every red blooded male who walked by got a glimpse of her cleavage. But she didn't seem to notice them.
No, every ounce of her attention was focused on Bobby Goren. She leaned over and pointed to his binder, then let out a ridiculous school girl laugh.
Finally Eames was fed up. Moving ever so deliberately, she walked around to Bobby's desk and leaned over. "Hey, Bobby. I need you for a minute."
He flashed her a dazzling smile, one that was reserved only for her. "Of course, Eames." He gave the receptionist an apologetic look.
Eames smirked at the huffy look on the brunette's face as Bobby stood up. "Thank you." She led him down the hall, into an empty interrogation room.
Once they were inside and she closed the door, he turned around. "Eames, what was-"
She cut him off with a heated kiss. Up on her toes, she was able to wrap her arms around his neck and run her fingers through his thick hair.
He was hers, and she was damned if she let him forget it, even for a moment. Her hand went to the zipper of his pants…
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Twenty minutes later, Mike Logan was getting coffee when he saw Eames and Goren come back into the bullpen. He smirked at the swollenness of Eames' lips and the heavy lidded look of Bobby's eyes that clearly screamed he'd just been laid.
Goren came over and poured two cups of coffee, and Logan almost choked on his own coffee.
"Is that a hickey on your neck, Goren?"
The End!
A/N: Bwhahaha. Thanks for reading, and please review!