a/n: this little one-shot came to me after watching the promo-clip for Faithfully. As I said to LikeIt, how crazed are we that even a promo clip can spawn fan fiction?

Keep in mind that this is Pre-Faithfully, because I'm sure it won't match up one iota to the full episode!

So, having said that, I'll officially declare this AU.

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Bobby was lying on his couch after a long day. He had made himself a nice dinner, had a scotch and a glass of wine, then settled into his favorite position (on his side, arm tucked under a pillow) and thought about the day. It felt good to be back. The case was intriguing, his mind was engaged again, and most importantly, he was back with his partner. Then his thoughts stayed on Eames. He couldn't help but smile. He had missed her terribly, so when Ross said she had to get picked up from the ferry, he tried not to seem too eager to volunteer, but he was pretty sure Ross saw through him.

The first thing he noticed about her was her skirt. She never wore those anymore and he really wished he knew why.

As she walked up to him at the ferry terminal, she said something about him not being due back yet, and he said something about visiting family, but he wasn't paying any attention to the conversation. He was just paying attention to her and the smile she was giving him. He suggested they got going. He didn't want to make an ass of himself by either saying the wrong thing or staring at her legs any longer.

He was stuck in his thoughts about Eames, her legs, and how much he liked that skirt, when he drifted off to sleep...

They were sitting in the SUV. Traffic was heavy and he could tell Eames was getting aggravated by the constant stop and go. She was tightening and loosening her grip on the steering wheel and his mind was playing dirty tricks on him as he watched her hand. He felt himself getting much too interested in her hand and what it could do to him, so he was grateful his binder was sitting on his lap. Then she adjusted herself in the seat, and her skirt rode up on her thigh. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't stop staring at her well-toned skin.

"Like what you see?"

He was busted, but suddenly, he didn't care. He let his binder fall to the floor in front of him as he leaned over to get a closer look. His eyes slowly scanned her body, from her boots to her face. Their eyes met for a moment, then he dropped his gaze back to her thighs. She adjusted herself again, this time making sure to spread her legs open ever so slightly.

His mouth went agape as he reached over with his left hand and nimbly ran his fingers up and down her right leg.

"Mmmm, Bobby."

He leaned over further and whispered in her ear, "I want you, Eames."

The sound of barking woke him from his dream, and he cursed the dog as loud as he could.

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Until next time…cifan