Title: The End of an Era

Rating: G

Category: pure unadulterated fluff – or PUF. (LOL)

A/N: This piece of PUF came about while Mere and I were discussing challenge fics. We were throwing ideas back and forth and raised the possibility of having a challenge based on a certain amount of words. This idea has been successful in other fandoms, so we thought why not apply it to CI too? All we needed was a good solid number – XF has their 155 word fics, CSI has their drabble fics (100 words) but what does CI have? We thought that 200 words seemed like a nice number, and so here it is – the first 200 word (go on, count 'em) fic – excluding headers and notes, of course.

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Eames grunted and eyed the clock with concern. "C'mon, Goren - we gotta go."

"Be right there," his voice echoed from across the room.

"We don't have time for this," she mumbled, and grabbed her coat and keys. She waited in the doorway tapping her foot impatiently, and was furious when he ignored her and continued watching the game.

"Bobby – now!" she snapped.

He stood up, one eye still on the television and whooped with elation when the Giants scored another goal. "Okay, okay. . .I'm coming. But did you see that? Alex, did you –"

She resisted the urge to kick him and focused instead on trying to convey how very serious she was. "I. Don't. Care."

His head snapped around at the tone in her voice. "Are you alright?" he asked, finally aware that something was wrong.

"No," she puffed through gritted teeth. "I'm not."

"Are you…is it…"

"Yes."

Goren raced to her side as comprehension dawned. "Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"How do you know it's not another false alarm?" he asked, pushing down the panic and elation that bubbled simultaneously inside.

Eames passed him the keys and rolled her eyes. "Because my water just broke, you dunce!"

More A/N: My little contribution to the Eames pregnancy news. Hope it was shippy and fluffy enough. g If you want more, you know what to do. LOL!