Okay, so, here's a little chapter-fic that I couldn't get out of my head. Moments that should have, or could have, occurred around Nathan's birth/Eames's pregnancy. Not sure how good this will turn out but please read anyway! Also, I'd love some reviews! They always make the day seems so much better!

Chapter One: Morning Sickness and Skittles

Alex Eames leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes as a wave of nausea came over her. Bobby Goren, her partner, looked up from the crime scene pictures and furrowed his brown in concern. He got up and quickly got her a bottle of water from the vending machine along with a blue bag of Skittles to cheer her up when the nausea passed. Alex eagerly took the bottle of water and thanked him. He nodded and sat down, putting the pictures on his binder so he could look at them without disgusting her. Alex, however, found none of this helped. She got up and headed for the bathroom. When she didn't come back twenty minutes later, Bobby got up and asked a female police officer to check on her.

When the officer came back out of the bathroom a few minutes later and said, "She said to give her a minute. You know, no one else is in there. You could probably go in if you wanted to check on her."

"Thanks," Bobby replied kindly. She smiled flirtatiously and walked off, casting a glance behind her at the large man's firm ass. He pushed open the door and ducked inside when no one was looking. Alex was in the largest stall, the door not locked but partially shut. He knelt down and brushed her hair back out of her face while she heaved, his free hand stroking her back gently. She managed to cast a smile at him before continuing to throw up. When she finished, he asked, "You okay?"

"Yeah, I am. I just hate this morning sickness so much. I have to tell you, the only way I keep going without booze is to keep repeating to myself, this will all be worth it when I have my little nephew in my head." She stood up and he wrapped his arm around her waist to help her. She walked over to the sink and swished some water in her mouth. "Goren, would you mind getting the tooth brush in my purse? I have to get that taste out of my mouth."

"Sure." Bobby reluctantly released his partner and rushed out. He came back and rubbed her back gently while she brushed her teeth. "Feel better?"

"Yeah. Thank you, Goren." He nodded and helped her back to her desk carefully. She sank into her seat and leaned over her computer, returning right back to work now that she wasn't being distracted by her morning sickness. Bobby sat down and rubbed her arm before returning to his task. She smiled softly at him. "Well, Detective, I didn't know you could be so caring."

Bobby smiled softly to himself at her teasing. "I'm not allowed to worry about my poor, pregnant partner?"

"Pregnant, yes. Poor, no. Don't you pity me, Robert Goren," she said firmly. He nodded with an apologetic look. She smiled and returned to her task. They wrapped up the case in record time then Alex asked Bobby to go to the grocery store with her. He agreed enthusiastically, though she didn't know why.

He walked along beside her in the store, retrieving the heavier items or items that were high up to the point she would have to stretch to get them. He carried her bags to the car and then into her house, refusing to let her carry anything that weighed more than ten pounds. She began to get irritated with him treating her like she was incapable. Then she realized he was just looking out for her, taking care of her like no one else had since Joe's death. Actually, Joe had always let her be very independent, sometimes to the point he made her doubt if her really cared for her and she had to be reminded. Bobby was just trying to be there for her, she realized. Because even though it was her sister's baby she was carrying, she was alone in this.

She invited him to stay for dinner and he asked if it was okay for him to make her dinner. Apparently, he knew a recipe he thought she'd like. Alex smiled as her partner shifted uncomfortably in the middle of her kitchen and nodded. "Sure. But there are certain things –"

"I know," he interrupted gently. "It doesn't contain anything harmful to the baby's development, I swear. I was curious about…about what you were going to go through, what you could or couldn't do…Everything, really. So, I went down to the library and did some reading. I found a book of recommended recipes for pregnant women and memorized it. Actually, I memorized –"

"Everything?" she supplied with a smile. "Goren, you memorize everything, whether you want to or not." He smiled softly in return. "Well, you go ahead, all right? I'm gonna go take a bath, okay? Make yourself at home."

"All right. Eames?" She turned and nodded. "Thanks for letting me help out."

She nodded, hiding the fact that her hazel eyes were filling with tears at how happy he looked just knowing she wasn't angry with his babying. She went upstairs, slipped out of her clothing, and got right into a warm bath with lavender and vanilla scented bubbles. She sighed contently as she thought of her partner downstairs, cooking up something that was probably going to be fantastic and thinking only about her well-being and the well-being of her nephew. She loved how good he was to her. She supposed it was because she was the only one that really accepted him as he was. Even his mother and brother didn't accept him as he was. His mother wanted him to be more like Frank and Frank…She wasn't really sure what Frank wanted him to be like but she knew it was something different.

She soaked for half an hour before dressing and going downstairs. The table was set and he was waiting for her patiently. He smiled when he saw her and she smiled back. "Something smells scrumptious," she said as she sat down. "What is it?"

"Spaghetti with meatballs. It's just made differently with certain spices and wheat noodles. Let's hope it tastes as good as it smells." He dished out the meal and watched her take her first bite hopefully. She gave a small moan of approval and he beamed. "So, when do you leave work?"

"When I go into labor, without complications. I won't abandon you for a while, Goren. Don't worry." He twirled his fork in the spaghetti and muttered about her not abandoning him, just being completely selfless. She smiled even more and reached out to rub his arm. "Hey, Goren?"

"Yeah?" he asked, looking up attentively.

"When I need to go shopping during this pregnancy, would you mind coming with me? I'd love the company and, sometimes, I might need someone to get the heavier things down for me." He nodded eagerly and smiled. "Thank you, Bobby. It's nice to know I have someone no matter what."

"Of course you do, Eames. We're partners. You can count on me for anything." They smiled at each other and Bobby hoped Alex knew just how honest his words were. And she definitely did.

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