Memory Loss

Kennedy had just changed out of her work clothes and started for the kitchen to make dinner, when the front door opened. She smiled as Bobby pushed through the door with the stroller. One glance at him and she knew his mind was elsewhere.

"Hi," he said shortly. "Gotta write something down." He left her with the stroller and walked off. Kennedy bent over the stroller and very quickly paled.

"Bobby! Bobby! Where's Henry?!" She yanked the blankets from the stroller and threw them over her shoulder. "Where. Is. My. Son?!" Bobby rushed over to her.

"What?" He glanced down at the stroller and he too paled.

"Bobby! Where is Henry!?" She was screaming now.

"I...he..." In no time Bobby had the front door open and was heading down the hall. Kennedy was quick on his heel.

"I can't go to work for four hours without you loosing my son!?" He ignored her as they ran down the three flights of stairs and went for the front door. "And how the hell do you come home from where ever you where and not notice!-" Bobby flung the door open and startled Eames, who was standing on the stoop with Henry in her arms. Kennedy and Bobby both froze. Eames looked amused. Henry didn't care. He was gnawing on Alex's badge with much determination, happy as could be.

"Forget something?" She asked Bobby.

"My baby!!" Kennedy cried. She pulled Henry from Alex and fawned over him, kissing him and hugging him. "You poor thing, my poor baby, are you okay?" She kissed him more. "Oh my baby, I love you." She bounced him around, but he was still distracted by Alex's badge. "You have a stupid stupid Daddy, don't you?"

"Hey!" Bobby cut in. He tried to get his hands around his son, but Kennedy turned from him.

"No."

"Honey, let me hold him," Bobby said in a slight whine.

"Why should I let you? You lost him!"

"Kennedy!" She gave in and passed Henry over anyway.

Bobby held the boy close. "I'm sorry, Henry, I'm so so sorry. You're okay, son." He kissed the top of the baby's head and started up the stairs.

Kennedy turned to Alex and grabbed her in a tight hug. "Thank you. Oh thank you, Alex." She was trying to not be crying, hyperventilating mother, but she couldn't quite help it.

"No problem," Alex said kindly, letting Kennedy squeeze the air out of her.

When she finally let go of Alex, Kennedy asked, "How?" She ushered Alex into the small lobby of the building.

"He stopped by after going to the park. I tried to send him home, but this case has really been bothering him."

"I know, that's why I sent him to the park with Henry," Kennedy shook her head.

Alex nodded. "He agreed to leave, bring Henry home, and come back. I went upstairs to talk to a guy and left Bobby packing up the stroller. When I came back, Bobby and the stroller was gone and Henry was sitting in Bobby's desk chair, watching the world go by. He wasn't crying or anything."

"I'm going to strangle his father."

Alex gave her a little smile. "Henry's okay."

"No thanks to Bobby," Kennedy grumbled. "We've had him for eight months, how could Bobby just forget him like that? After eight months?" She didn't really care for an answer. She turned around. "Well come on up and have some dinner before you two go back to work."

Alex followed her and they took the elevator. "You're gonna let him go back to work after that?"

"Oh yes," Kennedy nodded. "He's getting far out of my sight." She crossed her arms over her chest.

When the two women walked into the apartment, they heard Henry's sweet giggle right away. They went into the living room and found Bobby sprawled on his back, bouncing Henry on his stomach. They were both smiles and laughter, the abandonment quickly forgotten. Kennedy opened her mouth to snap at Bobby, but before she could Henry spit up. All over Bobby's chest. Kennedy grinned.

"That's my boy."