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Alex was feeling unsettled as they drove back to New York. Their interview with Dean Holiday didn't go well in her opinion. Holiday had hit remarkably close with his 'good chance guess'. He then went on to criticize the guy that was considered the father of criminal profiling. That hadn't bothered her so much but it really got under Bobby's skin. She thought that it might not have bothered him as badly as it did if he wasn't feeling guilty about Holidays 'read' of her. Alex really wished she could have told Holiday that he couldn't be more wrong when he had said "There are some unresolved issues with a man in your life, some trust issues. He's betrayed you hasn't he? Kept a secret from you, and not for the first time." She suddenly realized that Bobby had been speaking to her for the last couple of minutes.

"Eames."

"What? Sorry."

"I was asking you about what Holiday said back there."

"Which part? He said a lot of stuff, most of it bull crap and none of it helpful."

"You know what I am getting at. The stuff about betrayals and trust issues."

"Come on Bobby. Do you really want to do this now?"

"What's wrong with now?"
"Let's see. How about the fact that it's late, were both tired and I'm not so sure that driving down the interstate is the best place to have this kind of discussion. If you want to talk about the case fine, but let's leave the personal end out of it right now. OK?"

Bobby was quiet for a minute before saying, "You're right."

"Really" She said sarcastically. "About which part?"

"All of it. It is late, we're both tired and your right about not getting into it while driving." Bobby turned to look out the side window at the scenery. They were only about halfway home and he could tell that Alex had been trying to suppress yawns for the last few miles. When he turned back to her she was just trying to do so again. "Eames, pull off at the next exit and we'll get a couple of rooms for the night."

"No need, I'm fine. Besides we're almost there."

"No...we...aren't. We still have at least another hour and that is just to get into the city. Tack on another half hour at least to get you home."

"Fine."

The motel they found when they got off the interstate was actually a small cluster of log style cabins sitting along the shore.

"Sorry folks." The manager said. "But we only have one unit left and that one only has one bed."

"It's not a twin size is it?" Bobby asked.

"No sir, it's a king."

"What do you think Eames? Do we want to take it or hope for better luck at the next exit?"

"We'll take it. Now that I am out of the vehicle, my rear end refuses to get back in it any time soon. We'll just have to make do."

Once they were in the cabin with their overnight bags, that they always keep in the SUV when they are on a case, Bobby said. "Look, I can make up a bed in the two chairs or on the floor."

"Oh for crying out loud Bobby! It's not like we haven't shared a bed before."

"I know. I just didn't think..."

"Right there is your problem Detective! You didn't think."

Bobby decided not to respond to that or they might end up in an argument yet. Instead he grabbed his bag and retreated to the bathroom to get ready for bed. A little more than six months ago he wouldn't have worried about changing in front on Alex. But that was back before Tates, his suspension and subsequent undercover job. In fact, back then only one bed wouldn't have been an issue either. He really missed having Alex in his bed, or being in hers for that matter. It had been his own doing, he knew, that drove her away outside of the job and almost on the job as well. After his rescue from Tates he was having nightmares and didn't want to disturb her sleep so he started making lame excuses for staying away at night. Then he felt bad for making the excuses and just started avoiding her calls. The longer they were apart the more he missed her and the more he missed her the more guilty he felt so the more he avoided her. When the Captain came to him with the undercover assignment the Chief of D's wanted him to do he jumped at it just so he could get back to Alex.

When Bobby finally came out of the bathroom, Alex was already in bed with the light out. She hoped he would take the hint and just quietly get into bed and go to sleep. She made sure she was facing away from him when he slid into bed. The last time they were together like this was the night before he went undercover at Tates. As Alex laid there praying for sleep to come she started feeling an ache growing in her chest and tears starting to fill her eyes. To be so close to him but not at the same time was like torture. She knew by the sound of his breathing that he was still awake. "I'm sorry for snapping at you Bobby. I don't know why I was being so bitchy."

Bobby could tell by the sound of her voice that she was on the verge of crying. He turned over on his side facing Alex's back and leaned up on his elbow. Using his free hand he lightly pulled back on her shoulder so that she was on her back. She turned her head so that she was still facing away from him, not wanting him to see her tears. He didn't need to see them to know they were there though.

"Please don't cry Sweet heart." When he reached for her, Alex turned and buried herself in his chest. She began crying in earnest then and Bobby wrapped his arms around her and held her until the storm of tears passed. Once she started to calm down he leaned back a bit and tipped her chin up so he could look at her. "Alex" he simply said, and then leaned down and captured her lips. Just as her hands were coming up his chest he broke the kiss and pulled back. "Do you...should I stop?" he asked her.

"No" she answered huskily as her hands continued up to loop around his neck and pull him back down to her.

Tbc.