A/N: I am really enjoying writing this story and I hope you all enjoy reading it! Thanks a million to my beta, kensi54382! For without there would be soooo many errors. Please read and review!

Sue's Diner

Bobby watched as Alex flipped her phone closed and slipped it into the breast pocket of her blazer. Bobby furrowed his brows. Thatwas unusual, she never put anything in that pocket. Besides, he knew the pocket was just something on the jacket meant for show. Bobby shrugged mentally and his mind switched gears. His eyes slowly began trailing over the curves her blouse failed to hide, and his eyes lingered there for a few extra moments. That was when Alex looked up at him, catching his eyes lifting to meet her gaze. The look of shock in her eyes made Bobby glance down at his salad in embarrassment, a blush slowly creeping up his neck.

Alex looked on in surprise. Had she just caught her partner staring at her breasts? Maybe she had spilled some of her soup on herself. Alex looked down, reaching for her napkin in her lap but stopping when she saw her shirt was clean. He had been looking. Alexawkwardly looked down at her soup, picking up her spoon and fishing out the potatoes then dropping them back in the broth. The silence slowly dragged on, awkward and alien. They weren't used to the silence being uncomfortable like this. Becoming impatient and uneasy, Alex cleared her throat.

"Um...we...we meet Patricia at the office in an hour," she said, finally chancing a glance towards her partner. Bobby nodded, having heard the entire conversation between Alex and the pending suspect.

Bobby watched as his partner's gaze returned to her food. Damn, all this because he couldn't keep his eyes from wandering. He'd always found her attractive, very beautiful. But he'd never been caught looking by her before. Only to himself would he admit that he often admired her very attractive body from afar, in secret. She was blood, flesh, and bone. Nothing fake about her, only natural beauty. She was damn near perfect in his mind, and he was so sure she was too high above him. What could he offer?

"Bobby, please say something," she smiled warily, plopping against the back of the booth seat she sat in. Bobby avoided her gaze momentarily, glancing out the window. He let out a laugh as something to say came to mind.

"That woman standing by the lamppost is dressed like a goldfish," he said as seriously as he could, but a laugh escaped because it was true, she was. Looking out the window with furrowed brows, Alex spotted the woman and immediately began laughing. She turned to Bobby and shook her head, trying to seem admonishing, but she couldn't stop smiling.

"Finish your lunch, Bobby, so we can get back on time," she chuckled, focusing again on her soup but with a smile and a warm feeling this time.

One Police Plaza

It was ten minutes until Patricia Goodman was scheduled to arrive. Alex turned back from the clock to face Bobby, sitting across from her. He had the case file in his lap, his leg was bouncing, and he was tapping a pen on the edge of his desk. He was restless. Alexsmiled fondly, shaking her head as she refocused her attention on her part of the file that she was re-examining. The sound of a squeaking chair brought Alex's eyes up from her papers. She raised her brows at Bobby as he stood, looking down at her.

"I'm going to go get a room booked and ready," he explained, putting a hand in his pocket as he took the file in the other hand and left with a smile aimed towards her. Alex smiled to herself as he turned his back. She knew she had fallen for her partner long ago, but it was becoming painfully impossible to keep those dangerous feelings at bay. She had thought herself capable of controlling her emotions and taking her desires, but it was becoming more and more obvious to her that she was attempting the impossible. Bobby influenced her strongly and he unsurfaced so many feelings from her, and, though she hated to admit it, that scared her.

"Detective Eames?" came a voice, intruding on her musings. Her glazed over eyes snapped to attention, and Alex looked up to the sight of an officer with a woman at his side.

"Oh..." Alex said, standing and gathering her papers quickly and gracefully. She looked at the officer. "Thanks, Davidson."

The man nodded and left Alex with the woman wearing a visitors' tag. She was a rather plump woman, on the edge of being obese, and stood taller than Alex by at least 8 inches. She had long brown hair that framed her cushy heart shaped face. She held a thick book, at which Alex furrowed her brows, and a black bulky purse close to her chest, folded in on herself as if she tried to make her size less intimidating.

"You're the detective that called?" Patricia asked, giving Alex a quick once over. "Detective Eames?"

Alex nodded, stepping around her chair.

"Yes. My partner, Detective Goren, is waiting for us in an interviewing room, Patricia. If you'll follow me," Alex said, leading the way to the room where Bobby waited. As they reached the door, Alex turned to face Patricia as she opened it.

"Can I get you anything to drink?" she asked. Patricia shook her head as they crossed through the doorway and into the room. Her eyes immediately fell on the tall, handsome detective in the room, sitting at the table.

"Good afternoon, Patricia," he said as she sat across from him. Patricia watched as he scooted a chair out for the woman detective. She then saw his eyes fall on the book in her hands.

"What do you have there?" Bobby asked, nodding at the book. Patricia smiled, setting the book on the table.

"Oh, you said you wanted to talk about Thomas, so I brought this," she answered, opening the book. Bobby and Alex leaned in as they looked at the book's contents, raising their brows and glancing at each other. The book was a photo album, full of surveillance style shots of Thomas. If the stalking stories provided by Matthew and Jason weren't believable, there was no question of it now. This woman was obsessed.

"Patricia—"

"Please. Call me Patty. That's what my friends call me," she said with a smile, interrupting Bobby.

"Patty, these pictures...it doesn't look like Thomas knows you're taking them," Bobby said in his gentle voice. He had to be careful with people with this frame of mind. Patty laughed, waving it off. Bobby then added, "Like he doesn't even know you're there."

This got a rise out of her.

"No! He knows! In fact, we are getting married," she said in a voice full of confidence and surety. Bobby and Alex shared another look, and both decided it was Alex's turn.

"Patty, I don't think...Thomas is really your kind of young man. I don't think you are really his type, and he's not yours. There are plenty of nice—"

"Detective," Patty interrupted Alex coldly. "Tommy liked real women, the way they are. Even ones with a little meat on them. He didn't like..." she looked pointedly at Alex, "sticks in tight shirts and pants...skinny bitches..."

Bobby glanced at Alex, seeing the quiet fuming she was doing under her calm facade. Quite suddenly, Alex leaned forward in her seat, leaning on her forearms.

"Look...I was trying to make this easier, but you wouldn't hear it. Thomas was found dead this morning. Patricia, he was murdered, and we are trying to find out who did this to him. So it would make that easier for us if you would cooperate," Alex finished in a gentle but firm voice, looking Patty straight in the eye. Bobby watched as Patty's face crinkled and her eyes filled with tears.

"What? That's not true," she insisted, shaking her head and looking at Bobby. He nodded, folding his hands in front of him next to Eames' arms. He leaned forwards.

"Patty, where were you Friday, two weeks ago?" he asked. Patty took a breath and pulled herself together, seeming normal again.

"My parents' house in Florida. We were going over wedding plans," she answered. Alex sighed, looking down at her hands before meeting Bobby's eyes. This woman was so far into her fantasy that she had created, it was so ridiculous it was almost sad.

"Okay, while my partner checks your alibi, we are going to move to another room," Bobby said, getting up as Alex did. Patty followed them quietly out of the room and she watched as the two detectives shared yet another look before Eames separated from the group to go to the desks. Bobby continued towards the interrogation room.