"I am so tired!" said Alex as a yawn escaped her lips.

Bobby shut down his computer. "Come on, let's go home."

"No," Alex said, suppressing another yawn. "I want to see what happened to Mike and Nola."

It had been two days since the two had been assigned to "live in sin" and Bobby got the idea that neither of them were having any laughs. "I don't necessarily want to be around when they-"

"Son of a bitch!"

"Oh," said Alex, "they must be back."

Logan walked into the room as if he was on a very short leash that Falacci was tugging on. She fumed past him and knocked over some of Bobby's paperwork. "Sorry Bobby, hi Alex," she said lackluster as she sat at her desk.

"What went wrong this time?"

"Everything, Alex," Mike came over and put a hand on her shoulder. "Everything."

"It wouldn't have happened if someone had stopped drinking enough to pay attention to what was going on!"

"So, Detectives," said Mike, leaning on Bobby's desk, "Here's what happened: I am supposed to be an angry drunk, go figure. So being the unchristian couple that we are I decide to ask her to dance, pretending to be very drunk. She says yes. And when we're dancing I "accidentally" hit her over the head with my glass-"

"You spilled red wine all over the bar, you idiot! You were not supposed to be that drunk!"

"It was what we had agreed to do!"

"What you agreed to do!" she yelled from the other side of the squad room.

"You see," he said, "she never listens. And what happens next: we are supposed to get into a fight, a FAKE fight. But she wasn't joking, oh no…"

He pointed to the sore red spot under his eye, "She decided to get really physical."

Nola came back out, her anger tempering a little, "I wouldn't have hit you with that punch if you had ducked." Alex broke down laughing and Bobby gave her a golf clap.

Mike walked over to her. "Did you guys fight this much in the beginning?"

"Yes," they both said at once, and started laughing all over again.

Mike put his hand on Nola's shoulder. "Look Falacci, this was normal for them too."

Nola moved his hand off. "This doesn't mean anything, we're not getting married, and if you ever touch me when I'm this angry again I'll get my husband to shoot you for me." She walked off with two of the detectives laughing like crazy.

Mike looked down and said under his breath, "Women!"

"Hey!" said Bobby, moving behind Alex. "You should deal with yours! I like mine." Mike walked away as she gave him a kiss.

"Alright," she said, "Now we can go home."

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He opened the door for her and she walked in, like always, but instead of her going to collapse in their room for another night's sleep she said, "Where do you want to go for our honeymoon?"

He put his briefcase on a barstool and sat down on the couch. "I don't know, Alex, where do you want to go?" She shrugged her shoulders and sat with him.

"I have basically everything planned out for next month, and I know you've been reading…" she raised her hands, "I just don't know where to go."

Bobby could tell something was up by the way she was smiling. "Liar. You're letting me pick this time, aren't you?"

She leaned her head on his shoulder. "Yeah, Bobby, I'm letting you pick this time." She watched him think about it, go through different options in his head, before saying, "am I wearing you out?"

"What? No, why?"

"It's just that…I feel that sometimes my being "hormonal" can get exhausting for anyone but me. My mom says it runs in the family."

"It does?" He said, taking her hand in his.

"Yeah, so if I ever get too irritating…kick me."

He laughed softly to himself. "You don't wear me out, Alex; for the last few years I've been afraid you've been getting tired of me, always going off on a case with one crazy antic or-"

Her lips were on top of his again, but this time they were gentler than they had been the past few weeks. She let go and said, "I don't think I could ever get sick of you, Robert Goren, ever."

He looked down at her. "Is it still my turn?"

She smiled up at him. "Yes, it is."

He smiled back. "I say we go to Paris."

"Seriously?" she asked.

"Seriously." He sat back, looked her up and down, and said, "And while it's still my turn…" He scooped her up into his arms and walked her down the hall and into their room.

"Bobby! Put me down!"

"Shh," he said, and sat her down on the bed gently. "Now, Alex, instead of waking me up in the middle of the morning to do whatever you want to do, what should be happening now?"

"I don't know, Bobby, wha-" Suddenly she was on the receiving end of a firm, hard, and long kiss.

He came up for air. "We should be taking our time with one another," he said, moving down the side of her face to her neck with each breath. "You don't have to go so quickly," he said as he switched sides. "It isn't healthy."

"For who?" she asked, awed at the man sitting before her.

"For me," he said, coming back up to her lips. He began undoing her shirt, slowly and steadily, till he slid it back off of one shoulder and began kissing it.

"Alright," she said, resigned to doing things his way.

He slid her blouse off of the other shoulder as she began to undo his. He slid out of it as he unclasped her bra and unbuttoned her pants. He pulled them down, as well, feeling how smooth her legs were along the way. He unzipped his and pulled down his boxers and came on top of her. She kicked off her panties and curled under him.

He used her belly to ground him as he came into her and gently started pumping. He hit every spot she'd missed and within seconds she was coming up to his face to kiss him, wanting more. He moved with her and through her until she climaxed so hard that she started shuddering, and fell into her orgasm. He fell down too, exhausted but happy, and kissed her again. "No more morning rushes; we're doing things right."

"Yes," she said breathlessly, and they both fell asleep.