A/N: I know some of you might think this is kinda moving slow but I wanted to show Alex investigating the possibility that Brady was Goren's father. It should start moving faster in the next chapter. Please continue reviewing.

These Dreams Are Made of Things

Two weeks to the day after meeting with Cooper, Alex shoot up in bed, her breathing heavy and her heart beat racing. Her dream had been vivid and torturously long. She had tried to wake herself but the dream kept playing until the horrible end. Every single part seemed to last forever.

It had started pleasantly enough. She had been in the shower, in a hotel somewhere, and Bobby had suddenly appeared, drawing back the shower curtain and looking up and down her body as if she was his prey. She had shivered and suddenly, he was naked and standing next to her. His hands intertwined with her hair and his lips covered hers. They stood there, with the water running over them, just kissing for what seemed forever.

God, Goren could kiss and often times, he would be happy just kissing her for hours.

In this dream, however, he disconnected and picked her up to carry her into a beautiful hotel room. He laid her on the bed and then slid his wet body over hers. She could feel every part of him and his hands were everywhere she wanted them. On her breasts and in between her legs. Abruptly, he ripped himself away from her, just long enough to position his tongue on the tip of her clit. He found it so quickly that she jumped in surprise. From between her legs, she could hear his throaty chuckle.

Never had a Bobby-sex-dream ever been so real. In her sleep, she could feel every part of her orgasm. Her muscles tensed and her mouth opened and she howled his name. After, he was next to her and she could see into his eyes. Normally, when Alex dreamt of Bobby, she could never see into his eyes. But tonight, they were clear and Alex saw everything. All of his demons and his thoughts and the adoration he was showering down onto her.

They laid there, wet in the hotel bed and they talked. Bobby told her all about his suspicions about Mark Ford Brady and about his life and all the things he had never told her. Her curiosity was put to rest and for the first time ever, she knew all of Bobby.

She kissed him some more and was ready again soon and he sank into her like she was butter. His eyes held hers the entire time as they came together with powerful thrusts.

She was burrowed in his arms when she felt that warm sleepy sensation and was drifting off to slumber. She was almost to that heavy gray place where she found real rest when she heard Bobby whisper, "I love you." White peace was all around her.

Suddenly, she was running down a long block of city. She didn't recognize anything and she didn't know anyone but she kept running until finally, she slowed to a sluggish walk. She found herself in a drippy tunnel somewhere and uneasiness crept along with her. She walked for an eternity until finally, she heard an awful voice from somewhere above. Alex looked up and found a ladder just out of her reach. She jumped several times before finally grabbing a hold of the bottom rung and pulling herself up. She climbed forever and her legs were starting to feel like jell-o.

Suddenly, she was at her destination. Bobby had a gun to some kid's head and his friend, Cooper, was lying on the floor. There was blood but Alex couldn't tell where it was coming from. The kid was yelling and Bobby was getting nervous. Alex opened her mouth to tell Bobby to just shoot the kid but no sound came out. Bobby couldn't hear her. She just kept screaming though. He was inching the kid towards a door but the kid was still pissed and then suddenly, Alex's voice broke through and Bobby looked up. He smiled at her. The kid used this distracted second to grab Bobby's gun and then he shot Cooper. Bobby lunged for the gun and a bullet ripped through his chest. The kid and Cooper were both gone and Alex was sitting at Bobby's side, crying for help and putting pressure on the wound.

"Alex," Bobby softly spoke. Alex stopped yelling, just so she could hear Bobby and she waited for him to say something else but his eyes just held hers with the same intensity as their orgasm earlier. And then he was dead and Alex was left crying for what felt like hours. And this is where the dream finally ended. Alex sat up, breathing heavy and sweating.

She didn't go back to sleep that night. Instead, she got up and cleaned her apartment before getting ready to work. Instead of walking out of her building and turning right to head to Federal Plaza, she turned left and headed for the subway entrance. She rode down to the Madison Street stop and then walked another block to 1 Police Plaza.

Inside, she smiled at the security guard, who immediately rounded the desk and gave Alex a hug. The two made small talk before Alex finally asked for a visitor's pass and then boarded the elevator. On the eleventh floor, she stepped out and was instantly surrounded by her past. She and Bobby's past.

Mike Logan was leaning back in his chair, waiting for her as she walked over. He lifted a thick file off his desk and handed it to her.

"I had to go down to the basement. My blue suit got all dusty," Logan wined.

Alex just hugged the file to her chest and then leaned back on his desk.

"What do you want with this one?" Logan questioned.

Alex shrugged. "I don't know. Something's been bugging me the last few weeks. I'm afraid I missed something."

"You and Goren? Miss something?" Logan asked skeptically. Alex just shrugged again. Logan sat up in his chair and scrutinized her for a moment.

"Really, Eames, you just woke up one morning, with all your extra time and brain power, and decided you had missed something? Mark Ford Brady's been dead and buried for two years now."

Alex looked around sharply before glaring at Logan, "Don't announce it. I wanna look through the file before I spread the word. It might be nothing," she slowly revealed, giving herself an out for later when she brought the file back with no new developments.

Logan just nodded and smirked. "Yeah, well, Ross should be in any minute. You better get." Eames stood up and smiled and then patted Logan on the shoulder.

"Thanks Mike. I'll bring it back later this week."

She didn't see Ross on her way back down, which she was intensely thankful for. She tucked the file into her bag and headed to work. She had a new guy she was tracing and she spent the whole day at her computer, going over credit card bills and phone records. By the time she stood at six that evening, her whole body ached. She felt her back pop as she gathered her things. She made her way down to the street and took an hour to run a few errands.

When she got home, she sorted through mail and listened to her messages on her cell phone. Her mother was demanding a return call in a highly pitched tone. Alex relented and dialed the phone number. She listened to a lecture on returning calls, gossip about the next-door neighbor's lesbian daughter and an update on holiday plans.

Later that evening, she changed into sweats and sat down on her floor, spreading the contents of Brady's file over the floor. She and Bobby's handwritten notes stared up at her as she arranged the photos and forms. Alex sorted through the photos, looking for the redheads. Finally, she was down to five photos. She remembered the names of three of the girls who had been identified during the investigation. That left her with two photos. Photo #32 was fairly clear. The girl had a slightly crocked nose and full cheeks paired with small button eyes. 'This isn't the one,' she decided as she discarded it.

The other photo, #27, was a little beaten up. The face was mostly distorted but Alex could make out one large doe eye. Frances Goren's eye. Bobby had thought that this photo was his mom two years ago. Alex remembered him taking it with him, that last day that he went to see Brady alone. That day he had responded to her pleas to let her in, as his partner, by saying, "Then you're gonna have to trust me, Eames."

Bobby had catalogued the photos and as she ran her finger down the list, she found #27 on the list. In Bobby's handwriting, 'Unidentified' was scribbled under the name column. In the year column, 1965. Bobby would have been four when this particular picture had been taken.

But Goren must have suspected that Brady had been with his mom before that. Sometime during 1960. Alex sorted through their notes, looking for the list of Brady's chronological movements that she knew had been done. When she located, she looked up at the header and read, Det. A. Eames, May 2, 2007. She examined the research she had done two years ago, finally coming to the details of 1960. Brady was on active duty, stationed in Europe. But to the side of the paragraph, in Bobby's handwriting, Alex found a write in. 'Brady on scheduled leave. Entered U.S. on military passport, July 15. Exited November 9.'

Alex sat back, staring at the mess of paper in front of her. She suddenly wondered if Bobby had followed the same trail she just had, two years ago. Maybe he had taken the file home one night and sat down on the floor, just as she was, and spread out all the paper.

In her mind's eye, she could see Bobby leaning against his blue couch in his small living room off of 49th street. He probably sat there for hours and stared at the photos, working them through his mind until they were a permanent stain. She briefly wondered what she had been doing that night; if she had been frustrated that Bobby wasn't answering his phone again. She had barely seen him the week after his mother's death. Maybe it was one of those nights.

She rubbed her eyes and willed her mind to shut down. She needed to sleep tonight. Since Bobby's friend had first contacted her, her fits of insomnia had been more and more frequent. When she did sleep, she dreamt and, as a result, was often up and at work before dawn. As she packed the file away, a realization struck her. In order to sleep and re-claim that equilibrium, she needed to pack this away in her mind. She sighed as she made the decision. No more conscious Bobby thoughts. No more. She poured herself some wine and drank it in one shot. She closed her eyes and took several deep breaths and purged Bobby from her brain. Time to go back to moving on.

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