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Summary: Yes ... another Purgatory story. B/A ~ ish. Both Alex and Bobby end up at Mike's after the "Your wounds are self inflicted," talk.

Rated: T for language

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The Confessional

The day after the Testarossa case broke, Ross gave Eames and Goren the day off. Goren had already had too many days off and just wanted to get back on the job, but Ross had heard through the grapevine that Eames had chewed Goren out and wanted his A-Team to have a little space between them for a day.

Logan had also called in sick … he had the flu. He was home watching Dr. Phil and eating chips … throwing chips at the TV actually … sneezing and hacking away, when his door buzzer buzzed.

"Christ … I can't even be sick alone."

He got up off of his couch and made his way toward the intercom. "WHAT!?"

"Logan …are you really sick?"

"Eames?"

"Yeah … can I come up?"

"I'm infectious."

"I don't care … can I?"

Mike pressed the button to let her in. "Come up." Jesus

He opened his door and went back to lie down on his couch. Eames stepped through the door and looked around … his place was a mess. The many times she had stepped through the doors of her partner's place, it had always been immaculate … not a thing out of place. Mike, on the other hand, was not her partner, nothing like her partner, and everything was out of place … including her.

Mike noticed the look on her face and couldn't help but laugh.

"What? You don't like my interior decorator?"

"I … um … well … can I get you some tea … or something?"

"You're my guest … aren't I suppose to ask you that?"

"You're the one that's sick. I'd be happy to make you some tea and toast … maybe? Have you eaten anything?"

Mike held up his bag of chips.

"What's going on Eames? You didn't come here to be my domestic Goddess."

She cleared off a chair and sat down, sighed heavily, then looked up at Mike with tears in her eyes.

Mike sat up. "Eames … what is it … is Bobby … FUCK … did he get shot … is he …"

Eames held her hands up … waving them, trying to get him to stop his brain from going there.

"No … NO! Now I feel stupid … I should leave."

She rose from the chair and headed for his door.

Mike got up … too fast … and grabbed her arm. She had to steady him and help him back to the couch.

"Logan … Christ … you should see a Doctor."

"No, it's just the flu … I'll get over it. Please Eames, sit back down and talk to me."

"Okay, but I'm making you something to eat."

She went into his kitchen and stopped dead in her tracks. Eew … I should have known. She found tea and a bagel … stale but edible. It took her a few minutes to find the toaster, but she found that too.

When she came out he was sitting up wrapped in a blanket … shivering.

"Here ya go. This should make you feel better."

"Alright, but I'm warning you … it might not. Now … tell me why you're here."

"Bobby and I had a fight."

Mike glanced up at her over the rim of his mug and raised his eyebrows … he choked on the hot liquid that was flowing down his sore throat.

"Fight? You and Bobby had a fight? What … like ... did he pull your pigtails or something?"

"Mike! Eames looked at his floor … eew … then back up at him with tears building back up in her eyes again. I almost shot him because of his reckless idiotic behavior … I told him off … I really laid into him."

"You almost shot him? How … why?"

"He was undercover, working the same case that Daniels and I were on. I didn't know about it ... he didn't tell me. We busted in and Goren … he had his gun raised … I had mine …"

Eames started to cry … she hated to cry in front of men … in front of anyone really. She got up and ran into Mike's bathroom … eew.

Mike wiped his hands down his face and let out a long breath. He heard a soft knock on his door. He got up slowly … looked down the hall toward his bathroom and continued on to answer his door. It was Goren.

"Bobby … what are you … he glanced back over his shoulder … doing here?"

"Sorry Mike … I heard you were sick and I needed to talk and one of your neighbors let me in at the door and …"

Bobby had moved past Mike and made his way into Mike's apartment. He started pacing and rambling right off the bat … Mike couldn't get a word in edge wise.

… Eames and I had a fight … she said my wounds were self inflicted … what the fuck does that mean anyway … did I ask for a mother with schizophrenia or a … a drug addict brother? Did I Mike?"

"Well no, but you see Eames is right …" and he tries to point, but Bobby is still rambling and Eames has now cracked the bathroom door open and is listening to Bobby's tirade.

"Eames is right? You agree? My wounds are self inflicted? I just don't get that … I mean … if it were you or Eames and that was your nephew in Tates … you would have done what I did and you know what? If that were Nate in there … I would have gone in there and dragged him the fuck outta there for Eames … and you know why Mike?"

Mike mutters under his breath … shit … because he knows why and he knows that Eames is listening or at least she can hear him because he's pretty sure that Eames is not deaf and Bobby is now yelling.

"Yeah Bobby … I know why … you don't have to say it."

"Oh yes I do … it's because I love her … She fucking hates me, but I LOVE HER. What part of that doesn't she get? Huh Mike … you know what? She's right … my wounds are self inflicted … My God Damn Broken Fucking Heart! THAT is my own GOD DAMN FAULT … I'll own up to that one … yup … I will. Fuck the badge … I wanted to see her every Fucking God Damn Day … I wanted to see that hair of hers hiding one eye … I wanted to see her pop skittles in her mouth and wash them down with endless amounts of coffee … I wanted to hear those little zingers that she throws at people … including me. I wanted … I wanted … I wanted, he whispers … her. God … I can almost smell her … even now. He drops his head, stops pacing, shoves his hands in his pockets and looks up at Mike. Thanks for listening Mike … I hope you feel better."

He did an about face and walked out of Mike's apartment.

Eames came out of the bathroom and stood there looking at the door. Mike got up and wrapped his arms around her from behind.

"I love him too, Mike."

"I know, Doll … I know."

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TBC? not sure ... let me know what you think. I needed to write a little angst ... Thanks for reading, Judy