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Summary: Definitely B/A - but if you've read any of my other stuff you could have guessed that ;o) I've been rewatching my Season 1 DVDs and this is what happened in my head after some of the episodes. Hope you enjoy.
A/N: I decided not to be too cruel, so here's the next chapter. Maybe now I can get some work done on my Good Intentions sequel. I will, of course, keep working on this story as well – I don't think it would let me rest otherwise ;o)
Bobby's POV
I couldn't sleep and I didn't want to drink myself into a stupor to get some sleep, so I decided I'd go for a drive and somehow I found myself here but I shouldn't be here. I shouldn't be sitting outside my partner's house wondering whether, if I get out of my car and knock at her door, she would let me in. We've been partnered together for around four months now, we've settled into a surprisingly comfortable rapport. I've never been able to work with anyone so well as I do with her. Yet there's something more, something else, we've become friends.
Since just about a month into our partnership we've made a point of heading out for a drink together when we've wrapped up a case, not that unusual for most cops, I know, but not something I've never really done one-to-one before, most of my partners wouldn't have gone for a drink alone with me even if I had ask. As it was she was the one who initiated the routine, inviting me out when we closed our second case together. We call each other on our weekends off, just to check in and see how the other is doing. When we work late, and suddenly realise we missed lunch and it's now well past dinner time, I find myself inviting her to my apartment, which is closer the precinct than her house, so that I can cook us something decent for supper, instead of the takeout I know we both tend to order if we're home alone. For me this friendship has been the greatest surprise of all, I don't just slip into friendships easily, yet this woman is already inside my walls and learning things about me that few other people know.
During this last case, I found myself barely able to let Eames out of my sight. Not that I doubt her ability to take care of herself, or me for that matter, but the idea of there being someone out there who was preying on women who matched her physical type, well let's just say it made me nervous for some reason. Then this afternoon … no checking the time on my phone I see it was actually yesterday afternoon … when we finally had Henry Talbot in interrogation, I realised why this case made me so nervous. I shouldn't be so surprised, afterall I've known I was attracted to Eames since my first day at Major Case even though she's not my usual 'type', but the realisation that I seem to be falling in love with my partner hit me like a tonne of bricks as I stood in the Observation Room with Denise Talbot. Watching her husband hitting on Eames it took every ounce of self-control I possessed not to simply walk in there and slam the creep through the wall. He had no right to touch her, even if all he did was run his finger along hers; then again neither have I, which may be why I went after him with such relish. I don't think for one moment that Eames would have appreciated the gesture, had I given in to the temptation to get physical with Talbot.
So you see, I shouldn't be sitting here in my car, opposite her house, at almost 12:30 in the morning, thinking about how much I wish I was inside her house, holding her and telling her exactly why I enjoyed humiliating the slime-ball lawyer/murderer we arrested yesterday. I really shouldn't be here because I have no right to think, not even for a split second, that Alex Eames would want to know how much I would like to do nothing more than to wrap myself around her and make sure the likes of Talbot never get anywhere near her again.
A/N More to follow soon.