Woo hoo! 92, and just eight more to go! Yes!

Disclaimer: They ain't mine... Or this would be happening a LOT more on the show... (mutters under breath) Stupid Dick Wolf...

This little drabble is dedicated to all my loyal reviewers! Ya'll keep me going!

The squad room was unusually quiet for a Thursday afternoon, but that suited Alex Eames just fine. What didn't suit her, however, was the staring that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end, and made goosebumps ripple her exposed flesh. She knew exactly whose gaze was having that effect on her, but every time she raised her head to expose him, his nose was buried in a folder, or something on the computer mysteriously claimed his undivided attention.

When lunchtime arrived, Alex grabbed Bobby by the arm and, ignoring his protests, dragged his large frame into the break room.

As soon as the lock slid into place, she shoved him up against a wall and kissed him furiously, shoving her hands under his shirt and caressing his chest.

He moaned and closed his eyes, and a thought crossed his mind, making a chuckle rise from his chest. I'm letting Alex Eames have her way with me in an interrogation room, he thought, and she looked at him with smoldering eyes.

He didn't object when she shoved him down onto the wooden table, and he helped her as she tore at his clothing and shoved his jacket and shirt off of his shoulders.

"You are so hot," she purred, and he grinned at her, his own passion and need rising as she slowly rolled her slacks off of her hips.

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Mike Logan was whistling and smiling as he walked down the hall, two cups of coffee in his hands and a certain woman on his mind. But he suddenly came to a stop in front of one of the interrogation rooms, and he had to stifle a grin and a shriek of horror as he saw the two "top" detectives of MCS on the wooden table.

His mouth gaped in horror, and he tore his eyes away from the window and ran back to his and Carolyn Barek's desks, all but throwing the coffee onto her desk. "Mike, what's wrong?" she asked worriedly, and he just collapsed into his chair, muttering something about nightmares for the rest of his life.

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They both groaned as Alex collapsed into Bobby's arms, and she laid her head on his chest and tried to catch her breath. Once they were calm again, they reluctantly started putting their clothes back on.

"I don't understand it, but I'll never question it," Bobby grinned as he slipped his boxers back on, and Alex looked at him with her head tilted to the side.

"What's that, Bobby?"

"Some women get morning sickness, some get the scariest cravings, but you-" he pointed one long finger at her, "have to have sex… all the time."

She paused after putting her underwear and bra back on, then slowly walked over to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her lips to his. When they broke apart, she said, "Is it such a bad thing?"

He didn't answer her. Instead, he dropped to one knee and gently cupped her slightly swollen stomach with his large hands, kissing her bare skin.

"Hi in there," he whispered to their unborn child, and she giggled and buried her hands in his thick, curly hair.

"We need to get back before we're missed," she stated sadly, and he rose to his feet and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. They redressed in silence and walked back into the squadroom, unaware of the wide eyed, strange glances they were getting from Logan.

The End...

A/N: I'm thinking about a sequel for this... What do ya'll think? Review and lemme know!