Okay, so this chapter is on the steamy side. If that offends you then you can skip this chapter. I should probably mention that this is going to be a long story. I'm very, very nervous about posting this chapter. I almost didn't, but it's necessary for the story. So, here goes nothing... It was my NaNoWriMo story and it's over 50,000 words. Remember, reviews are love and I still own nothing...

She knocked on his door later that evening. After she was sure that he was home for the night. She waited a few minutes and when he didn't come to the door, she decided that maybe he wasn't home yet. Just as she turned to leave, she heard the door opening behind her. She turned around to face him and her breath caught in her throat and she thought about how wonderful he looked. A bit tired, but still as handsome as he ever had.

She asked him softly, "Can we talk?"

Bobby looked at her for a moment and then motioned for her to come inside. He asked her softly, "Would you like some coffee?"

Alex wanted to accept his offer, but she knew that the caffeine wasn't good for the baby. So, she shook her head and told him, "No thanks."

Bobby gave her a curious look. He knew that she loved coffee and drank it every chance that she got. Her refusing his offer of coffee was odd, but Bobby could tell that she was extremely nervous about something. Before she could begin, Bobby said, "I need to ask you something. It might seem crazy and I will understand if you don't want to talk about it, but do you remember that night that you brought me home after we closed that case two months ago? What happened that night. I..."

Alex held her breath and then she reached out and took his hands in hers. This seemed to give Bobby the strength that he needed to continue. So, he looked at her and whispered, "I've been having memories about us. It's more like flashes really and nothing is really clear. I see myself kissing you. Touching you. I'm starting to wonder if maybe my mind is playing some kind of weird trick on me..."

Alex had been wanting to have this conversation for a few months now and she was glad that he was bringing it up. She squeezed his hand and smiled at him. He smiled back and looked down at their joined hands. He had a sudden urge to kiss her hand, but he held back. He was afraid of making any sudden moves. Afraid of scaring her. They needed to have this talk. So, he whispered, "I remember making love with you Alex. Did this happen or am I delusional?"

Alex felt as if her heart had stopped. He remembered their night together. Maybe not everything, but he remembered enough.

She was looking down at their hands and he thumb was caressing the back of his hand. She was afraid of scaring him. However, she couldn't lie to him. She needed to be honest with him. So, she whispered, "It happened Bobby."

That was all that she could say. The tears were rolling down her face. Bobby looked at her and saw the tears. He wondered if she was crying because she hated him. He whispered, "I'm sorry. I was drunk. I... Why didn't you stop me Eames?"

She shook her head and whispered, "We aren't at work Bobby. I'm not Eames and you aren't Goren. Tonight we are simply Alex and Bobby. A man and a woman. Together..."

Bobby looked at her and whispered, "I shouldn't have done that Alex. I mean we are partners and..."

Alex felt the need to quiet him. So, she leaned forward and kissed him softly. After a few seconds, she felt his lips move against hers. He pulled back suddenly and whispered, "You don't hate me?"

Alex laughed and told him, "I hate that it took you over two months to figure it out. To get up the courage to ask me about that night. I could never hate you Bobby."

She thought silently to herself, I could never hate you. I love you, you big dummy.

She knew then that she should tell him about the baby. Tell him that he is going to be a father. She knew that and yet she kept silent about it. Especially when he pulled her close once again and kissed her again. He pulled away and whispered softly to her, "Oh Alex..."

She closed her eyes and let sound of her name coming from him roll over her. It felt so good to hear it coming from him again.

She whispered to him, "I was afraid that you didn't remember and if I said anything to you, you would think that I was wrong or..."

Bobby put his finger on her lips and whispered, "I wish you would have said something. I found something..."

She watched as Bobby got up and went into his bedroom. He returned a few moments later with something in his hand. She could tell that he was nervous and when she saw what he was holding, she could tell why. She buried her face in her hands and burst out laughing.

Bobby smiled and said, "I found this the morning after. I didn't know how to give it back to you without..."

She laughed and took the bra from his hands. Then she kissed him again and whispered, "How much do you remember about that night?"

Bobby swallowed hard and whispered, "I remember kissing you. I remember us making love. I remember how wonderful it felt to hold you."

Alex stood up and pulled him to his feet. She put her hand on his cheek and whispered softly to him, "I remember everything about that night. I remember us making love. I remember you whispering my name when you entered me for the first time. I remember how wonderful you felt inside me. I remember how wonderful it felt when you held me in your arms after we made love."

He stood up and held out his hand to her. She looked up at him and smiled as she took his hand. Then she whispered, "Is this really happening? Are we..."

Bobby leaned forward and kissed her softly and then he whispered, "Yes. Yes it's really happening and we aren't drunk this time Alex. Oh Alex..."

They both knew there were unresolved issues between them, things that needed to be said things that they needed to talk about, but not tonight. Tonight was for them, to explore what was happening to them.

He led her to his bedroom and pushed the door open. He walked her over to the bed and removed her slacks and left her in only her skimpy panties. She was absolutely beautiful. He kissed her softly once again.

Closing his arms around her waist he pulled her into him, pressing her breasts into his chest, anchoring her to him as he savored her mouth, taking all she offered and freely gave to him. He let go of her waist and then he lowered his hands, tracing, then cupping her bottom, kneading, caressing, then lifting her so that she pressed against him. Hearing her moan, he knew that she could feel his growing arousal.

Bobby kissed her softly, but passionately. Alex moaned softly into the kiss and she slid her hands between them, pushing him slightly back so her hands could explore him more freely. She undid his shirt and slid it off of his shoulders. She then tugged at the shirt that he wore beneath it. Breaking the kiss for a brief moment as she pulled it over his head. Kissing him again very briefly, she moved lower, tracing her lips along his jaw line and neck. Going lower still she placed soft delicate kisses onto his chest. Her hands undid his belt and lowered his pants. Playing with the waistband of his boxers she let her fingernails tease his skin. Lowering her head, she snaked her tongue over his nipples and licked them teasingly. She could hear his moans as his hands caressed her back. Looking up at him she smiled sinfully, then she lowered herself down to her knees, pulling and tugging his underwear down to his ankles. She kissed his hipbone as she removed his shoes. Bobby moaned at the feel of her hot wet mouth setting his skin on fire wherever she touched him, trailing her tongue down his thighs she removed the clothes from his body. Moving back up she blew softly across the wet trails her tongue had left, making sure to avoid his hard on. Closing her fingers over his shaft, she raised it up and ran her tongue up and down his sac. She felt him shiver hard and she couldn't help but smile.

He shivered with anticipation, his fingers slid into her hair pulling it a bit harder than necessary. When she parted her lips and took him into her mouth he thought he was going to die. She was teasing him and playined with him, her tongue was caressing and stroking him, she held him captive as she lovingly tortured him. He reached over her over her and he played with the waistband of her panties, sliding the thin material back and forth. He knew that it would drive her crazy. She angled her head and took him deeper, moaning as he pulled the fabric against her soaking wet lips. Every moan that left her lips sent shivers of pleasure through his body. He looked down at her, his beautiful partner and the best friend he had ever had. Every touch, every scrape of her nails, every long, stroke of her tongue felt like velvet fire and it wound him tighter and tighter. It threatened to send him into orbit. His fingers gripped hard on her skull. He wondered if he was being too rough with her. However, when he went to remove his hands from his hair, she looked up at him and whook her head.

Reaching down he pulled and ripped her underwear off, his hands squeezing and slapping her ass. She had worked him into such a lust filled frenzy and now it was his turn to return the favor. He pulled her up and kissed her roughly, his hands grabbing fistfuls of her shirt and ripping it open, scattering the tiny buttons all over the floor of his bedroom. The shirt stayed loosely on her body. Covering her shoulders, but leaving her front completely visible to him.

She looked at him with a calm and reassuring look. He knew that she wanted him to reveal his needs to her.

He lifted her, possessively gripping her backside, then lowered her onto him as he gripped the back of her thighs.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she clung tightly to him, then wrapped her legs around his back, her heels in the small of his back.

He pressed deeper within her, her body open to him and filled to her to the hilt. The hot slickness of her body was extremely tight around him. Only when he had manage to calm himself enough to manage to keep from coming immediately, did he begin to move her on top of him. He shifted her on him, with her legs so high, she had to accept what he did, all he did. He moved her only enough to wind her tighter and tighter. She sank her teeth into his shoulder. Smiling, he pulled her off of him and walked slowly to the bed with her. He deliberately worked her up and down in his arms, until she whimpered from sheer desperation from all of the teasing that he was doing. He climbed onto his bed and then he sat back on the bed, resting his head against the headboard. He pulled her onto him once again and she tried to wriggle but he tightened his hold.

"Stay right where you are."

She looked into his eyes and asked, "What are you doing Bobby?"

"I want to watch you. I want to watch you fall apart on top of me Alex. I love you and I want to remember everything about that night..."

Her body shivered with anticipation at his admission.

He lifted her again, working her, working himself inside of her, over and over again, deeper then deeper still. Her breasts rode against his chest, her nipples were as hard as tiny pebbles. He continued to move her, felt her body coil and tighten, watched as she arched her back and cried out, climaxing wildly around him. He watched as her face changed and twisted with pleasure. It was very nearly his undoing.

He held her down as she came, tonight he wanted more, she offered and he accepted. Holding onto her tightly his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he began to move her again, letting her ride through her climax, refusing to stop until she was once again aware of him buried deep inside of her.

He whispered hoarsely, " I want you. I love you."

She smiled at him and whispered," I know,"

He whispered softly, "Wrong answer."

She leaned into him, pressing her lips against his. "Tell me what you want. What you want to do."

He kissed her savagely, his hands grabbing the shirt, lowering it until her arms were bound. "Now get on your knees in the middle of the bed."

She obeyed, her arms confined to her sides, her bottom bare and exposed to him, she had never felt so vulnerable. She loved the feeling and never wanted it to end.

She felt his weight pushing the bed down and it told her he was kneeling behind her, but he didn't touch her.

"Spread your knees apart baby and lower your head."

Her hair fell forward as she did as she was told. Her hair covered her face as she lowered herself and spread her knees wider apart.

He reached over her, ran his hand possessively from the base of her throat to the dampness between her thighs. She was naked and open to his touch. He continued to explore, to possess. To trace, tweak and knead her breasts until they were swollen and heavy, her nipples tender and aching. One hand moved lower to splay across her stomach, holding her, while the other pressed between her thighs to expose, stroke and probe until she arched and gasped.

"Please Bobby..."

She wished she could see his face or know what his intentions were.

Then his fingers traced her ass and slid again between her thighs. Opening her, probing, his hands closed around her hips. Holding her as he nudged his erection into her, sinking home.

She closed her eyes and prepared to be ravished.

He pulled out slowly, almost to the head of his cock then pushed back in just as slow. Teasing her repeatedly until she began to writhe under him, strangled pleas escaping her lips. Moving her hips she began to rock into him, needing him to ravage her, claim her, to possess her.

His hands continued to caress her body, stroking, demanding that she give into him, mind, body and soul. And she did, surrendered it without reserve.

He claimed her then, every inch of her, hard, fast and deep. Tangling his hand in her hair, he pulled her back onto him, lifting her up, pressing her back into his chest as he touched and traced her face. "You are mine," he growled into her ear, before pushing her back down. She was his. He leaned down and bit her shoulder. She answered his primal mating, her hips undulating, matching his wild thrusts, stroke for stroke. Together they climbed into their orgasms, there was no sense of him and her. It was as if, together, they'd reached some place they hadn't attained before.

She fell forward, her body slick with sweat and exhaustion. He laid next to her, gasping for breath, both of them comprehending a declaration without words. A trust. Given, taken, reciprocated.

She closed her eyes and slept.

He pulled her into his arms and kissed the top of her head. Stubborn, feisty, opinionated, loyal and passionate. She was his woman. His partner. Her commitment, her understanding of him rocked him. Burying his face into the side of her neck he fell asleep.

Alex closed her eyes tightly and whispered to him not to leave. Which, given that she was in his house, was a bit silly. She knew that she didn't want to leave. She wanted to be like this forever, but she also knew that she needed to tell him about the baby. About their baby. She just wasn't sure how to tell him that he was going to be a father. How do you tell a man that you've only slept with twice that he's going to be a daddy? Would he want the baby? Want her after he found out.

She sat up in the bed and pulled the sheets around her chest. Then she took a deep breath and said, "I need to tell you something. Something important."

It was then that she heard him snoring. She closed her eyes tightly against the tears and whispered softly to the room, "I'm pregnant and you are the father."

She knew that Bobby hadn't heard her though.. He was asleep and she was even more depressed than she had been before she came to talk to him. She needed to find a way to tell him and she needed to tell him soon...