Title: Flirt
Pairing: Bobby/Alex
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: you know they're not mine.although Bobby...yeah.only in my dreams!

Note: this is waaaaayyy non-canon.like a lot,I'm kinda aware of that but my beta said it worked :).Anyways,I took a small break from my other fic to write this,it was supposed to be like one chapter but it ended up being three,the last one was the hardest!

Hope you like it! You know? comments (and Bobby) are my crack.

Fran

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I know I said it didn't bother me; that I was cool with it. Well, I'm not. I've noticed, like many other days for the last six years, how women just fell for his charming smile and kind manners. They almost drooled over his feet and he always answered back; he always flirted with them. All the time. Now, after all this years of partnership, I wonder why he never flirts with me? It makes me feel a little jealous, to tell you the truth. I mean; I'm a woman, he sees me every day, we shared more than a few coffees.

I'm nice to him, right? So why on earth is it that he never smiles at me, the way he does to them? Am I that ugly? Or should I try to change my manner around him? Maybe if I flirt first, he'll feel obliged to do the same. On the other hand, I've never been so good when it comes to flirting and he'll think I'm nuts. I'm so frustrated by this!

"Eames, are you okay?" He lifts his concerned eyes at me from his report

Lie, Alexandra, lie.

"No, I'm not okay." I'm not good at lying to my partner, either. "Actually, something is bothering me. A lot."

He drops his pen and waits for me to continue. Sometimes I wish he would just ignore what I have to say. I do that all the time when he's rambling about something I don't care about.

I sigh and bite my lip. I could pretend I'm not upset or jealous about this and just go home. But if I do that, I'll be even more upset on Monday, which will be worse for him. And for that, I'll just spell it out quickly.

"Why don't you flirt with me?"

He stares and stares, and then stares some more. There's a very uncomfortable silence between us. It's this kind of time when you pray for the phone to ring or for the aliens to come and kidnap you.

"You want me to flirt with you now?" he asks. I shake my head.

"No! I mean-" I sigh again. Maybe I didn't explain myself well. "Why is it every time there's a female around, you flirt?"

He frowns. "I don't flirt."

"Of course, you do!" I protest. How can someone flirt and not even realize they're doing it? It doesn't make any sense!. "You smile at them-"

"I always smile," he says, in a very calm voice.

"You speak softly-"

"I speak softly to you."

I hit my fist against the desk, making him jump. I'm so upset I can't even control myself anymore.

"Am I not pretty?" I ask. "Am I that ugly, that I can't even make my male partner flirt with me?

"You're not ugly."

"I'm a woman, Bobby! If you think I'm not worth enough for your charming strategies-"

He laughs as if my little speech was a joke to him. I hate when people make fun of me.

"Charming strategies?" He laughs again. "You've got to be kidding me."

"Oh, so you think this is a joke?"

He looks around the room, as if the answer was among the empty desks around us. I stand up and grab my jacket. He stares at me the whole time, speechless.

"Where are you going?" he asks.

"Away from you."

He get up and steps in front of me. I look everywhere but him.

"Listen Eames, you're being irrational. There's absolutely nothing wrong with you, I just-"

"-You just what?" He says nothing, instead looking at his hands. "You know what? If you're just trying to say something to make me feel better, don't. The last thing I need is your pity."

TBC