You're turning heads when you walk through the door...
Bobby Goren could just kick himself.
Here he was, stuck at a desk filing paperwork, and where was his partner?
On a date.
Well, not a date date, but he doubted Peter-the-Interpreter cared about formalities at this point. In his overly helpful, clingy, "Oh, Alexandra" mind, the two of them were probably picking out wedding rings by now.
Gag.
It was Bobby's fault, he knew, because he had let her walk out with him. He was the king of butting in to anyone's business and pushy self-invitations. So why had he insisted that he should get some work done while the woman of his dreams went traipsing around the city with this...this...boy. Ugh, he was so flustered that he couldn't even come up with a proper insult. He slumped a little further in his desk chair and turned back to his paperwork. He certainly wasn't going to get anything done, but might as well make it look authentic so the captain would leave him be.
Moments later, Bobby felt rather than heard their return. His head shot up and all thoughts and breathing ceased.
Alex Eames walked as if she owned the whole dang precinct. Her eyes met his and didn't let go as she made a beeline for her desk. Breathe. Her blond hair bounced with every step and she had a small smile on her pretty face. Peter-the-Interpreter was saying something, but ohmygosh, the way Alex looked when she took off her coat. Like a flipping runway model. She broke eye contact as she removed the heavy black fabric, revealing her burgundy shirt underneath - Bobby's favorite color on her...
And Peter just spent lunch staring at her in it. Breathe.
His eyes were still on her face, and Bobby thought he saw a hint of shyness, maybe even a blush - wait a minute, Alex doesn't blush. His glanced uncertainly from Alex to Peter, Peter to Alex. Oh no. Had he put it there? Were they? Using every ounce of self control he could muster, Bobby shoved those thoughts out of his head. If he dwelt on the fact that he had basically given the woman he loved permission to date this man, he would...
Peter-the-Interpreter was trying to get his attention. He forced his gaze from Alex and listened to whatever it was the guy was saying. But all Bobby could think about, as he stole glances at her still, was that he was done. He was done pretending, he was done letting her get away. He was just going to do something about it.
As soon as this case was over...