A/N: The usual disclaimers. All right, folks, we know a slew of post-ep stories are coming...
NOTHING TO BE THANKFUL FOR
Alex was seated at Bobby's left side at the Eames' family Thanksgiving table. The aromas of turkey and stuffing and sweet potatoes filled the house. One by one, as had been the Eames' family tradition for years, they went around the table and spoke –having to name at least one thing they were thankful for during the year.
When it came to Bobby's turn, he fidgeted nervously –more out of habit than any real embarrassment, as he had grown used to the family tradition, having spent the past five Thanksgiving meals with the Eames clan.
He spoke softly, but confidently.
"I'm thankful for being here to spend another holiday with your wonderful family," he smiled, raising his wine glass in a toast.
"I'm thankful that I have the best partner a cop could ask for," he smiled, turning towards Alex.
He felt her right hand pat his left thigh and got momentarily distracted.
"And I'm thankful that I have the best friend in the world."
Everyone toasted, drank, and they moved on to Bobby's right side for Aunt Helen's turn.
The meal was delicious, as usual, and everyone ate to excess. It was a wonderful, happy day.
But that was last year.
This year, Bobby dragged himself through his front door –it was almost 11:00 p.m.
The only "turkey" he'd have today was the triple shot of Wild Turkey that he was about to pour for himself. He collapsed onto the sofa and gulped.
He had nothing to be thankful for today.
Slowly but surely, he was losing his mother; losing his partner and best friend. He was, possibly, on the verge of losing his job --if his uncontrolled outbursts of insubordination continued.
He gulped again and wondered, "Is this it? Am I finally losing my mind?"
THE END