Disclaimer: Not mine.
Author's Note: I don't know if I should continue this. Just a little thought that popped into my head. I recently wrote a SVU/CI crossover but I am at a writer's block with that story. This is pretty much my only CI fic ever with the exception of the crossover so please R&R. Thanks.
Alex's stray wisps of hair fell around her face as she pulled her hair into a loose bun, penetrating it with a pencil to hold it in place. The moonlight of her dim apartment was the only thing illuminating her diminutive figure. She sighed as she pulled her gray sweat pants on and slipped her NYPD shirt over her bare torso. She walked to the large window at the end of her Manhattan bedroom. She gazed out to the city that never sleeps, the lights that never seemed to flicker even for a moment. She thought of Bobby and his four week vacation leave. Bobby never took vacations, so he accumulated what time he had and left a little over a week ago. There was no note, or letter. Bishop had just strolled in one day, Deakins behind her, explaining Bobby had decided to take a break and they were bringing Bishop in for a replacement.
'Great,' Alex had thought as Bishop had sat down diligently across from her, grabbing her newest case right off her desk.
"I need air," Alex heaved, throwing the curtains together as she grabbed her flip flops and the dog leash that sat on top of her desk. "Todo?" she asked as she walked into her dimly lit kitchen. She laughed as the little Scottish Terrier ran from behind the counter, bone hanging out of the side of her mouth, mimicking a cigarette. "Come here girl," Alex said, looping the dog collar around its neck and clipping the leash onto the collar.
Alex slipped her flip-flops on and grabbed her apartment key before turning around to grab her sweatshirt. She remembered it was cool out. She slipped it over her head and stuck her hands in the side pockets and slipped her key in there also. She held tight to her 3 year old Scotty dog's leash, careful to not let go. She couldn't imagine life before her.
She hurried down the stairs, shivering in the dark stair wells, pulling Todo along with her. She was thankful when the light of the lobby and the security guard standing near the elevators greeted her. The stair well always made her nervous, especially its lack of light.
"Good evening, Detective Eames!" the tall black night-shift security guard said with a grin on his face. "Or should I say good morning? It's nearly 2:00 A.M. What are you doing out this late? In Manhattan?"
Alex paused and turned to look at him. "Couldn't sleep," she said, forcing a weak smile.
The guard looked at her uneasily. "You know, New York City is not something to be messed with at night. I'd feel better if you just stayed in and went for a walk when it was light out," Daryl, the security guard said, walking towards her.
"Daryl," she said, patting him on the back with a smile. "You forget I'm a detective. I'll be fine."
"Alright," Daryl said, finally agreeing to let her continue. "See you when you get back," he said, nodding at her.
"Alright see ya," Alex said, hurrying out the door, the chilly night air blowing her loose strands of hair in her face.
She walked down the sidewalk, Todo pulling her forward. She passed a closed flower boutique and several other closed stores before she came to a street crossing, intersecting with a dark alley towards her left. She looked down the alley uneasily, suddenly concerned that she hadn't brought her gun or cell phone. She hurried across the street with Todo and continued her walk. She passed several more stores and strained her eyes to see the awning of a simple street stand, the kind that sell newspapers and candy. She walked for seven more minutes before reaching the stand.
"Hello," the vendor nodded to her as she walked by.
"Hey," she said back before Todo began to growl. "Shhh," she murmured to Todo as they continued to walk.
She looked back at the vendor and felt uneasy as the distance grew between her and the stand, inch by inch and foot by foot. She jumped at the sound of Todo's shrill bark and quickly turned back, only to run into a tall dark man wearing a large dark coat. He grabbed her arm and Alex began to kick.
"Alex, Alex!" the familiar sound of Bobby's voice soothed her as she began to quick kicking.
"Bobby?" she asked as she looked up with wide blue eyes.
Bobby didn't respond, but only let her arm go. His face was gray, stubble making itself evident all across his face, and the deep purple bags under her eyes weren't being shorted of their attention.
"What's wrong with you?" Alex asked, suddenly pulling away, her anger building up inside, but Bobby still didn't respond. "Why did you leave without telling me? Deakins says you might not come back. I thought we told eachother everything Bobby, so what the hell is going on?"
Bobby sighed as his shoulders relaxed. "Eames, I'm not sure I can continue work in this field."
"You can't even call me by my name? Alex?" Eames was nearly shouting now. "What the hell happened to you?" Alex said, pointing to the stubble and dark circles. Still, there was silence for Bobby, his now gray eyes still never leaving her bright blue. "Just forget this," Alex said, beginning to turn around after a moment. "Fuck you," she muttered as she stormed off down the sidewalk, never glancing back to the heartbroken Bobby Goren, the tears beginning to stream down his cheeks in a miserable attempt to let the pain escape.
TBC...?