TITLE: The slightly evil and unethical thoughts of Alex Eames
RATING: T, for use of language
PAIRING: Goren/Eames (Duh!)
SUMMARY: She was watching him on the dance floor, with another woman, again. And she just couldn't stand it.
DISCLAIMER: They are not mine and they never will be (sob), so I'm just playing with them for a little bit. I don't make any money from this, it's just for fun.
NOTES: This idea just popped into my brain when watching video clips on youtube (love youtube) and I just had to write it. It wouldn't let me go and now I'm bothering you with it too. Hope you'll like it! Oh, this my first time writing a CI fanfic, so still may have some troubles pinning down the characters. Just so you know!

The slightly evil and unethical thoughts of Alex Eames

Here she was standing on the sideline again. Watching him from a distance, he seemed so far away, totally out of reach. All those years had not closed that distance between them and she spend many restless night thinking on how to close that gap between them. She was still hadn't come up with an answer and for now the distance between the partners remained.

Again she saw him on the dance floor, dancing with grace and ease. Of course, she knew the man could move, the phrase 'bending like a pretzel' got a new meaning when she met him.

Moving came natural to him, just like that charm that he could switch on and off so easily. One puppy look or an awkward smile (the combination she considered a deathly force) and women were ready to swoon in his arms. Obviously it was a great place to swoon in, or so she imagined. She had never been one of the lucky ones. In her dreams and completely unethical daydreams at work it was a completely different story and there she spend many hours in his arms.

The proof of his charm could be seen right in front of her. For a moment she wondered whether he behaved like that on purpose, to anger her, to mess up her brain. But she had to reconsider that immediately, since he wasn't the person to do that. He wouldn't even think about it.

The woman he was dancing with was dressed in a tiny black dress and it was miracle that no body parts escaped from the tight piece of clothing. Elena, she thought was her name, showed all the signs that she was under the spell of the infamous Bobby Goren. She knew the signs only too well, she was his partner after all. And well, she was not completely unaffected by his charm either. Of course, it was difficult not to be, with the amount of time she had been spending with him over the past few years. In fact, looking at it objectively it was completely logical. She was a woman and she was still alive and breathing. He was a good looking man. Yes, it was completely natural to check him out from time to time.

She watched the couple, staring at them was actually a better word for. They were dancing the tango and it seemed like he was born to move in that sensual manner. But damn it, she did not like that woman he was dancing with. That had everything to do with the way she dressed and her face that was covered underneath a thick layer of make-up. Oh, and the fact that she really was just another stupid fat cow suffering from bulimia. It had nothing to do with the fact that Bobby was dancing with that cow and not her, absolutely nothing.

Okay, maybe she was jealous, but only a little. Hardly noticeable. Couldn't even be spotted underneath a microscope, she thought while turning her hands into angry fists without her realizing it. 'We are working on a case' she thought while giving the tall man a dark glare 'It's totally unprofessional to behave in such a manner.'

At that moment she could smack him in the face. She also had that urge when he smiled at another woman or giving a woman more attention than was strictly necessary. But bruises and cuts would be such a waste of that face. The only reason why he was still alive at this moment and hadn't been hit by a bullet from her gun was because of his genes. He must have been leading the way when the hunk-genes were handed out.

She looked at him, perhaps it was a rather intense look, and tried to view her partner like any other man that walked around on planet Earth. She found herself incapable of doing so. She noticed his hands, that were always full of life, but now rested on the lower back of his dance partner. She noticed the broad shoulders as well. Shoulders that were connected to a damn fine back, not to mention the ass that lived underneath that back.

Then there were those lips, that were curled into a half smile at the moment. She had also spend many unethical daydreams about what those lips could do to her. These daydreams always resulting in pink blushes on her face, blushes he always seemed to notice before she did (he was after all a genius) which in turn resulted in her fleeing to the ladies room where she tempted to calm her nerves (and bright red cheeks).

Last but not least, he had the eyes. Did he have any idea about the impact of those eyes (is he even a genius and if he is, he is one evil genius)? It were the kind of eyes that could make her laugh and cry. It was also a difficult task to stay mad at him when he was looking at her with the big puppy eyes, pleading her to please forgive him. When he looked at her like that, she had to resist the urge to hug him senseless. Not that she ever would, that would be completely unethical.

The eyes could charm a woman into his bed or a suspect in confessing murder, rape, blackmail, etc., etc. Those warm brown eyes were also the gate to his soul, showing the emotions that he felt but never dared to express to anybody. Bobby was most easy to read when he did not know he was being watched (did she mentioned that she looked at him quite often?). Moments when he was lost in thought, at those moment he dropped the mask and he was just Bobby and not the brilliant detective Goren.

Suddenly it occurred to her that she was still watching him with the same intense gaze. Unfortunately, he had realized it too. How long had she been staring at him and more importantly how long was he aware of it?

His dark eyes bore straight into hers, the half-smile had vanished from his face, he had even stopped moving. All he did was stare back at her and it unnerved her. He had never looked at her like that before, of that she was certain. It was as if it was the first time that he saw her, where he had only been looking before. She could feel the emotions rushing through her body and it almost made her eyes tear up. But she couldn't show her emotions yet, there was still so much uncertainty. In life, as well as in a murder investigation everybody needed some certainty.

Instead she kept her gaze steady and she noticed that his gaze matched hers in intensity as if he tried to figure out what was going on in her mind (but not even Bobby was such a genius).

Elena tried to catch his attention again by placing her hands on a place on his body where Alex had only dreamt of putting her hands. 'Bitch' Alex thought with venom, that should be lethal in cases like this. If only looks could kill, that would make the world a much better place. For Alex at least, not for Elena.

Anger (obviously not jealousy) raised its ugly head deep within her. 'How dare she grope her partner like that?!' The words 'Mine' suddenly popped into her chaotic brain. It was a surprise that she wasn't just jealous (only a little!), but that she was also a tad bit possessive. Previously she had only felt possessive about her bag of Skittles.

'Damn.' she thought. She could use a bag of Skittles at the moment, a big bag. Okay, make that the supersized version. Her partners' dark brown eyes still penetrated hers and she thought that maybe chocolate would do too. As long as it had the same color as his eyes. Preferably in large amounts.

He slowly made his way towards her, or maybe she was so caught into the moment that her brain played it in slow motion. It took his legs only a few steps to reach her anyway. His dance partner was left alone, without saying a word and Elena now carried a scowl on her face that made her anything but beautiful. 'Eat that, you slut!'

Three little words that fitted him so well popped into her brain. It was often used by women to describe their dream man: tall (oh yes, he was definitely tall), dark (okay, the hair might have turned a little grey over the years but the man was still sex on legs), and handsome (she wasn't blind!).

"You okay Eames?" he asked with concern in his voice when he had reached her.

"I'm fine, Bobby." She replied too quickly.

Argh, if only he would call her Alex and not just plain Eames. For crying out loud, she was also a woman with a first name, although she had a strong doubt that he noticed that small detail. Complete frustration!

There were moments when she just wanted to yell at him: 'Look at me! I may be small, I'm not invisible!'

Hell, she would need a lot of Skittles and chocolate ice cream tonight to bring her back to the real world again. At the rate things were going now she would weigh 300 pounds by this time next year. 'All his fault' she thought with a frustration that seemed to grow every day.

"Eames?" his voice brought her back again "You seem a little off" he said carefully. He was fully aware that an angry Eames was a scary thing.

"Bobby, I said I'm fine" she shot back " Go back to your dance partner. I'm sure she is not quite finished with her investigation of your ass."

He replied with a boyish grin, that was so him. The kind of smile that made her knees turn into jello. "I think my ass had enough for today. Wouldn't want to overdo it."

She was unable to keep holding his penetrating gaze, fearing that she might do something that she would regret later. So she fixed her eyes to the floor, where to her completely frustration, she had a great view of his feet clad in black leather shoes. Her eyes widened just a little at the sight of the shoes. Size 13! Damn, she couldn't even look at his feet anymore without blushing. She couldn't stop the images that were forming into her corrupted and perverted brain. She wondered whether it was true what they said about men with big feet. Must be true for him, since everything about him seemed to be big. From the gossip that sometimes reached her ear, he was some sort of Adonis. A god, that would fade the David of Michelangelo into nothingness.

Bobby made an attempt to catch her gaze again, moving his neck in a manner that was impossible for everybody except him. She thought it was cute, it made her wanna hug him. But then again she always wanted to hug him.

When she was ready to look up again, he gave her a reassuring smile.

"Thinking about the case?" he asked friendly. Damn it, she didn't want him friendly, she wanted him passionate, hot, steamy…okay, best not go there.

"No, I was thinking about chocolate actually." She answered. Technically, that was true. He had no way of knowing that she was picturing him, covered in chocolate.

" Chocolate?" he raised an eyebrow "Are you having a craving?"

'Yes, dickhead' she thought 'For you..' " Just a little" she answered sweetly instead of voicing her thoughts.

Her fingers however, were ready to rip his suit from his body and cover him with dark chocolate.

When she caught his gaze, she suddenly realized that she was in more trouble than she originally thought…