The letter was buried in the mess that she actually had to nerve to call her desk. She had not noticed the letter before. Maybe she had brought it with her the day she picked up her mail before coming in late to work. She wondered how long it had been sitting there, hopefully months. It was from her high school, the one she graduated from about fifteen years before. She knew what it was before she opened it. It was the reunion.
Her best friend from high school would never forgive her if she didn't go. She knew she had to if it hadn't already passed. She knew that it indeed had not; Rodney would've called her before to nag her to come. In fact she had already left a message on her answering machine, Alex just hadn't returned the call. Rodney had just married a couple years ago. Alex had never met her husband; she had been in the hospital at the time of her wedding. The fact that she had been in the hospital was not unusual. With her job it was lucky she wasn't dead yet.
It didn't matter though, because she, Alex Eames, loved her job at the NYPD. What's more she was in love with her partner. What's more, Bobby Goren had no clue about it.
Alex picked up the phone and dialed Rodney's number.
"Hello?" Rodney's voice rang through the telephone.
"Hey Rod, it's Alex. What are you up to?" She asked.
"Not much at all. Are you coming to the reunion? You better be, I think I might have to kill you if you didn't. Oh, and Max says hi, he's nagging me to tell you. He says he anxious to meet you. What a nag." Rodney told her with enthusiasm.
"Yes, I'm going, but you don't have a chance in killing me, I'm faster than you in that area." Alex said with a smirk. "Tell Max I said hi back, and I'm looking forward to meeting him. Hey I have to go, I'll call you back later. Okay?"
"Okay by me. See ya, Miss ya, Bye!" Rodney replied.
"Bye." Alex hung up and smiled, she had never heard that kind of goodbye from Rodney before, but Rodney never ceased to surprise her, just like Goren never ceased to surprise her.
"Good morning, Eames. Looking grim, what's up? It can't be that bad." Bobby said giving her a lopsided grin before he turned to the paperwork on his desk.
"Yes, it can be that bad. But on the other hand, not as bad as you coming in here with one of those cases and dragging me all over New York in the dead of winter to follow one of your leads."
Bobby gave her a puppy dog pout and grinned again. "So what is it?"
"High School reunion, Rodney would kill me if I didn't go." Alex sighed.
"Who's Rodney?" Bobby looked back to the paperwork.
"My best friend from high school." Alex told him without looking up from the paperwork she had started to fill out.
"Need a date?" Bobby asked, grinning.
It took her a good minute before recovering from that bold question. She looked up and grinned. "Looks like I'm dragging you around this time. Let's knock them dead, besides, no one but Rodney knows what I do now. It should be fun, Rodney won't tell a soul either, she'll let me have my fun surprising them."
"When is it?" Bobby asked.
"Next week." Alex grinned up at him. "I'll talk to Deakins, we've got vacation coming anyway."
"Let's start packing." Bobby told her. They didn't actually need to pack, they had extra clothes at the office; just in case. They had been caught in snow/rain storms before and sitting around for hours in wet clothes wasn't fun.