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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: What is Bobby thinking when he get's Alex's call??

Bobby's POV

'I am so screwed' I think when my cell phone rings in my jacket pocket.

I couldn't exactly miss the fact that Eames had to have seen me when she stepped up to her kitchen window. I certainly couldn't miss seeing Eames, or at least her upper half, as she started to reach for the blind. She's wearing a skimpy top that does little to hide anything and does a great job of emphasising just why she shouldn't be standing in front of her unobscured kitchen window with the light on behind her.

My throat feels tight as I answer my phone. "Goren."

"Why are you parked outside my house?" She sounds amused, which has to be better than the anger I was anticipating.

"I … erm … well … well ya see … I couldn't sleep so … erm … so I decided to go for a drive … erm … and …" When did I lose the ability to form a coherent sentence.

"I'm just making some tea, get in here." She hangs up before I can say anything else.

I actually stare at my phone for a moment before I put it back in my jacket pocket, for a second I seriously consider simply driving away but I know I can't do that. Before I've actually made a conscious decision, I'm out of the car and walking across the road towards her house. I know this is a bad idea, even as I lock her door behind me and hang my jacket beside it. I slip off my shoes and take the few steps down the hall that take me to her kitchen doorway. I rest my right shoulder against the frame, taking a moment to watch her reach for the kettle, pour water into the teapot and then she reaches up to the cupboard above her head.

'Oh Jesus, I really shouldn't be in here.' I'm rubbing at the back of my neck as I watch her; the play of her muscles under the skin of her back, along the length of her arms and legs; as she stretches upwards. 'Get out, now.' I can hear my commonsense screaming in the back of my head. Then she glances at me, her eyes widen slightly and she turns to face me.

To hell with commonsense, I can breath in her scent from here and, unable to resist what I've been fighting throughout this last case, I take a step towards her. She's leaning back against the counter now, her hands on its edge as if for support. I find myself standing in front of her, my hands either side of hers. I'm not quite touching her but I can feel the heat coming off her body. I'm looking down into eyes I barely recognise as those of my partner, there's a fire burning deep inside them that I never thought I would be the one to see. I feel her hand on the back of my neck.

I don't recognise my own voice as I open my mouth and almost growl. "We shouldn't."

A/N: In case you haven't already guess - there will be a rating change for the next chapter ;o)