A/n: sorry it took so long to get this out. The holidays kept me back for a while.
Coming home from work, Alex thought about the dream she had with Bobby in her head as the cartoon character Snow Miser incarnate. At first, she thought it was her subconscious telling her to quit eating pizza that's been in her refrigerator for longer than 3 days.
Glancing at her 6' tall Christmas tree decorated with light blue balls, crystalline lights and an angel on the top of the tree, complete with tinsel, made for a serene yet festive atmosphere.
Looking back up at the doorway, she wondered to herself why she put the mistletoe up at the door. Then it came to her.
She put it up there because she hoped that Bobby would be on the other side. She also wished that he would stop putting his emotions and her feelings on the ice because of the job, even when the job was what brought them together in the first place.
Putting her things away, she looked at the calendar which read 'December 23'.
Having the rest of the freshly ordered pizza she had ordered from Pizza Hut and washing it down with an ice cold Pepsi, Alex went to her bedroom and fell asleep on her bed.
Her alarm clock read 11:00pm.
One hour later, her breath came out in steam.
In another apartment, Carolyn had just arrived home with a piping hot meal in her hands. Closing the door behind her, Carolyn settled down and enjoyed the Chicken Cacciatore, white rice, Portobello mushrooms and a fiery Sambuca.
At first, the guy at the Italian restaurant was surprised why she would order such a drink for her meal.
She knew why she ordered that drink to go. Because it reminded her of her dream with Mike, though she couldn't imagine why she dreamt of him as the cartoon character Heat Miser incarnate.
Her 6' Christmas tree was decorated in bright red ornaments and tinsel scattered across the branches. A bright star was placed on the top branch and was flagged by two angels on each side on the lower branches next to it.
Looking up to the door where she had impulsively put the mistletoe in the doorway, she wondered if a certain sly grinning detective would ever come knocking on her door. Carolyn found herself thinking of the day when Mike would cool his heels enough for her to see if there were any genuine feelings between them for there to be a real relationship.
Carolyn needed to know that he had a heart to give to her.
After cleaning the kitchen, Carolyn walked off to her bedroom and went to sleep in her bed.
Her alarm clock read 11:00pm.
One hour later, small beads of sweat fell down the sides of her face.
Outside Alex's apartment, Bobby stood out in the hallway and watched with longing at the door in front of him.
Until that cold December night, never could Detective Robert Goren remember a door he couldn't kick down or open with or without a warrant.
Yet now, he found himself frozen in his tracks staring at a door as if he were a troubled spirit unable to cross over.
She was the one person who didn't run from him. A part of him would forever be grateful to her for that. There was something else that dragged him to his partner's apartment door in the dead of night.
His hand rose up facing the door. All it would take is one moment. It would only need his fist to connect with the door to knock or to use an index finger to press the doorbell.
With his head hung, he cursed his childish cowardice and walked away, daydreaming of Alexandra Eames; his confidant, partner, best friend….and his dream girl.
Several police informants and two hours punching the crap out of a punching bag, Logan was sated enough to find himself staring at the door of the latest partner who left him.
Having been on the force for as long as he had, Mike recalled Greevey, Briscoe, Cerreta, Silvera and then there was the freckle faced redhead tag-along Megan Wheeler.
But his favorite, aside from the late Lennie Briscoe, was the one who caught his heart with only one of her slow smiles.
The Italian/Polish ex-fed, detective Carolyn Barek.
He often used his offhanded humor and sly wit to cover up his true feelings for her mostly for fear of being shipped back to hell (Staten Island) for getting personal with his partner by the powers that be known as the Morris Commission.
Still he stood out there in a staring contest against the door, the only thing that kept him from her.
He never understood why she had disappeared without even saying goodbye. But he couldn't ask her. Then he would have to confront his feelings for her and soon she might get the word out that the infamous, hard nosed, councilman-punching, pool-cue wielding, rage-aholic detective Mike Logan was an emotional softie.
Mike then kicked himself for thinking that. He knew she was not one to gossip or spread rumors that would scar him.
She also was one of the few women who didn't immediately write him off as a womanizer.
All it would have taken would have been either a crisp knock on the door, a finger to press the doorbell, or if his blood was boiling hot enough, he would have kicked the door down, run into her room and…
He mentally slapped himself. If you did that, you moron, you might as well prove everyone right about you.
Walking away, he wished that he had the nerve to bite the bullet and tell her that he had fallen in love with her.
When Mike got to his car, he found a four leaf clover on a lawn. Picking it up, he placed it on his lapel next to his American flag pin and drove off into the night.
A/n: I'm not very good at writing a lot of romantic stuff, so if any help will be appreciated and noticed. Feliz Ano Nuevo! Please review.
