Come With Me.

Post Untethered.

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from LOCI. I am not trying to make any quick money off of these stories. I just like to think about what's happening when the scene ends.

Note: I already wrote an 'immediate' post ep for untethered, but I was watching the Year of Living Dangerously and my brain just started going on this. Here is part one, while I try and figure out what happens next. I really like the present tense. Please R and R. I like praise and constructive criticism

Come With Me.

Ten thirty in the evening.

A light rain is falling, a cold and chilly mid December rain. It's about to stop, and the skies are about to clear, and there just might be moonlight tonight.

Logan called him, told him where she'd be, and that she was going with some monkey in a suit- that was Logan's description, not his. He's not sure why Logan called, why it matters. But if he's going to be the whack job on suspension, he's at least going down fighting.

This is the Deputy Mayor's holiday cocktail party, and he immediately feels out of place. Every guy is wearing a tux. He is wearing jeans and plaid shirt under his black wool jacket. People look at him strangely. He does not fit in. He never has. He knows that, carries it with him. For the first time in a very long time, he doesn't care.

She is there, with the monkey in a suit- Logan's description was more than accurate. She is beautiful, and she has no idea. She is wearing a lavender cocktail dress.

Beautiful. His mouth is dry.

Her date notices him approaching, whispers something to her, and she turns from the people she is standing with.

"I need to talk to you", he says.

"Tomorrow", she replies, smiling at her companions, dismissing him.

He takes her hand and drags her away out of the room, to an alcove. She has been drinking, and she giggles a little.

"Bobby, what are you doing? They're going to talk- the Chief of D's is out there. I'm sure he saw you come in-"

"What are you doing here? Huh?"

She frowns at him. He is towering over her, and she has backed into the wall. "Steve invited me…it's a holiday party."

He leans in and kisses her. This takes her off guard, and she pushes him away, as best as she can, because it's very hard to move someone who is twice your size and intent on staying where he is. When that fails, she says, "Stop-."

"Come with me", he whispers.

"No, stop."

"Leave with me, right now, you don't belong here…" He leans in and kisses her again. She doesn't push him this time. When he leans back, she is staring at him, trying to figure him out, and she can't or she doesn't want to.

"You need to go", she finally says, "Before you bring any more attention to yourself."

He can feel the eyes on them from the room. He moves away, hands up. "Fine, fine, if that's…."

He turns and leaves her there, trying to hold herself up against the wall, watching his retreating form. Everyone is staring at her, including Steve.

Then- she doesn't know how she finds the energy- she is going after him. Steve is calling her name. She blazes past the Chief, past Ross, past everyone who thinks Bobby is nuts and it's only a matter of time before crazy becomes contagious. Maybe it is. Maybe tonight is the night she becomes infected.

She hears Ross calling her name, and she only stops when he grabs her arm.

"Was that Detective Goren? Eames, what are you doing?"

He sees the look on her face. She looks at him as if she is seeing him for the first time. Her eyes… she smiles at him, and this throws him so badly that he releases her.

She disappears into the crowd.