This is just a one shot (unless I am urged to go on…), total angst, and it has no connection to my other stories- post SILVER LINING (season 4, I believe…)
Disclaimer: I do not own nor have I ever owned any of the characters associated with Law & Order: Criminal Intent. I write these stories to get some much-needed attention from people who don't know how pathetic I am (that, and I like imagining VDO tripping over his pants, that sexy beast). By reading this disclaimer (which is approaching the length of the ficlet itself), Dick Wolf & Co are waiving any right to sue…
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"He's like my partner, he likes being left alone to do what he does best: catching bad guys… A year from now, you and that child will be only a memory…"
Alex followed Bobby out of the interrogation room. He turned to her. "Were you serious?" he asked.
"Serious about what?"
"You really think that in a year-"
"I told her what I needed to so she would talk."
He looked at her like he didn't believe her. "Don't believe for a minute that it's true," he said reaching his hand out to her face.
She swatted it away. Not in the middle of the hall. "Bobby, I-"
"Eames," he said more sternly. "Don't believe it for a minute. I wouldn't even be able to 'do what I do best' without you. You'll never be a memory."
"And the child?"