Disclaimer: I have no claim to L&O CI OR THEIR CHARACTERS.

Summary: Another post Purgatory, but ... Bobby gets the better of Eames in my world. No whimpy Bobby for me! Eames will be doing the groveling this time.

Title: Storm Clouds

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Bobby's Turn

"You could have fooled me Detective, I hope it was worth it!"

As she turns on her 'holier-than-thou' heels, I come up behind her and slam the door shut.

"And how many times exactly have you lied for me, Detective?"

"Does Tate's Corrections, ring a bell … Detective?" She shot back.

"So … lets take a count … that would be once. One time then."

She didn't like her subordinate calling her out. Look, I know I scared her, but gees … give me a fucking break here. I had to witness a God damn drug deal that I couldn't do anything about. Doesn't she get how hard that was for me. Doesn't she get how hard the past six fucking months have been for me? I mean for Christ sakes, what's not to get?

"I could have killed you … one shot. Lets take a count … that would be … one."

I nod my head. I get that and believe me, if I ever hurt Eames, I could never forgive myself … never.

Looking down at my shoes, the only thing left to say is … "The bullet would have hurt less then the venom in your voice."

I use those same shoes to walk passed her. I storm out and leave One Police Plaza. I've had enough for one night. I have paperwork. I have to speak with Ross, but I may just punch his lights out for once and for all. Eames and I have or maybe now had a good partnership going … he and Chief Moran just fucked that up with this undercover Kamikaze mission they sent me on. All in the name of getting re-instated … getting my precious badge back. They both thought I wouldn't make it out of there alive. Wouldn't that have been fun for them if it were Eames that offed me? Can you picture that? Ross calling Chief Moran and informing him that there has been a shooting.

"Chief … ah … Boss, there's been a shooting. It went down during the Testarossa bust."

"What happen, Danny?"

"Eames shot Goren … he's dead."

"Good, I mean … damn, that's too bad. Is Eames okay?"

"No she's distraught … she needs a new partner."

"Give her another nut job … she knows how to handle them."

"Okay, I know a guy in Metro."

I bet they're disappointed that I'm still alive and I caught the bad guy to boot. I'm not sure which pisses them off more. Which makes me think of Eames … what the hell was she so pissed off at? I didn't do this. They did. Fuck it. Let her be on her high horse. We have been through hell and high water with each other … if she wants to be a fair weather friend, then … so be it. The storm is on the horizon, a black cloud looms over head. Get your umbrella out Eames … the forecast doesn't look good.

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TBC? Thanks for reading, Judy