-1Repeat Performance
A/N: I own nothing. Just having fun...
It had just happened minutes before. That moment will haunt him the rest of his life.
20 minutes before…
"Are you going to eat that?" she asked
"Yes." he answered
"Can I have a piece?"
He thought about it for a moment before responding with a quick "No."
She sat quietly, watching his hand grip the object of her craving firmly now. She licked her lips, just wanting a small piece.
"Please?" she asked in the most pleading voice she could muster.
Any other time, he would have conceded, but not now. He would not waiver. "No, you can't. I'm sorry, Eames."
"Well, don't look now, but here comes trouble." she said, glancing over his shoulder. When he turned around, she tried to grab what was left of the hot dog from his grasp. Even with his back to her, he was able to lightly smack her hand away with his free hand.
"Stop it. No, you can't have it." he said. He decided to end it once and for all. He stuffed the half of the hot dog he had left into his mouth. He then smiled at her, his mouth full of bread and processed meat along with some of her favorite condiments.
"Bobby, you're gross." she said, her arms folded in front of her.
"That's not what you said last night." He laughed as he ducked the pencil that was coming for his face.
"Speaking of last night, will there be a repeat performance?" she asked, now licking her lips for an entirely different reason.
"I don't know yet. Maybe," he said, looking at his very pregnant wife. "I guess you'll just have to wait and see." he teased.
Ever since Alex had been moved to desk duty, she found any little excuse to leave the office. Lunch was one of them.
"Let's go get me something else to eat. I'm still hungry." she said, getting up from her seat slowly, her back not wanting to, but her stomach forcing the issue.
"Didn't you just eat?" he asked, looking wide-eyed at her.
"Hey, I'm eating for more than one here. Let's go, lover-boy."
As they reached the truck, she climbed into the backseat, hating the fact that Bobby drove everywhere now. His driving was scarier than the idea of giving birth.
As he climbed in, she couldn't keep her hands to herself. She grabbed his arm, making him turn around. When he did, she began kissing him, hard.
"Get back here, now!" she commanded, pulling him towards her.
He fumbled his way to the back, knowing exactly what she had in mind.
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"Wheeler, I'm on my way. I'm leaving the station now." Logan said before hanging up his cell phone and reaching for his keys. Just then, he heard a noise that caught his attention. It was muffled, but definitely a woman's scream. He drew his weapon and rounded his vehicle. He heard it again, this time, it seemed closer. He saw a police SUV move a few cars down. He went to it, expecting a fight.
"JESUS!" he screamed as he looked inside. He instantly turned around and returned to his car as fast as he could. He would never look at them the same again. The picture was forever burned in his memory, and it would haunt him for the rest of his days.
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"Did you hear something?" Bobby asked, raising his head to look around, momentarily distracted from the task at hand.
"NO!" she screamed, grabbing him by his open shirt and pulling him back down.