The ususal disclaimer.

Chapter 7 A big Huh? and some fluff

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Impound The Car ... and Bobby

Eames went back inside her house. Her first call was to the NYPD's impound lot the second was to Captain Ross and the third was to Agent Amy Foster.

"Impound."

"This is Detective Eames, Major Case. Lewis' Auto Body is bringing in my Partner's car, someone tampered with his brakes. I want you to go over that car with a fine tooth comb."

"Yes ma'am."

"Who am I speaking with?"

"Officer Noel Davies ma'am."

"Okay Noel, that car … it's a 1967 rag top Ford Mustang, it's in mint condition. That car is his baby … not a scratch … understand officer Davies?"

"I hear you loud and clear Detective Eames."

"Make sure that you do!"

After that call, she hesitates but knows she needs to inform Ross of the latest development. Someone was screwing with her Partner and she was going to get to the bottom of it. He had something else in mind. Unaware of Eames feelings towards her Partner and the on-going affair between Goren and Foster, Ross gave Eames Foster's phone number and told her to keep an eye on him and call her and have the FBI handle the investigation. He felt that it was an internal matter that should be handled externally.

"Agent Foster."

"Foster, It's Detective Eames. My Partner's brake lines were cut tonight."

"Is PD okay?"

"Who?"

"Goren."

"Oh, yeah … fine … he hit the brakes before he pulled away from my house."

"He was with you tonight?"

"Yes he was."

"Good … I told him to go to you … he cares for you … he's in love with you Eames."

"What?"

"The brakes? Where is his car now?"

"Impound, NYPD. What do you mean, he's in love with me?"

"I should get on this, get the car to the FBI's impound in case it's internal at Major Case."

"Please answer my question."

"Look Eames, you have his panties all tied up in a bunch. If you don't tap that … I'll be waiting in the wings."

"Did he tell you that he loves me."

"Let me put it this way … my name is NOT ALEX!"

Eames got the picture, she had been with enough lying cheating married men that being called the wrong name in bed was nothing new to her. Why would Bobby keep so many secrets from her, especially one this big … he loved her? She was keeping the same secret … she loved him. Because of this, she did a stupid thing and slept with Martin … another married cheating louse. Now, he was out in the cold dark night … alone.

"I have to go. Find out who's doing this to my Partner and tell your Partner to say hi to his wife for me."

She hung up the phone and quickly put jeans and a sweater on to go find her Partner. Foster looked at the phone confused.

Wife? Martin's not married. What did she mean by that?

Alex got in her car and headed in the direction that Goren walked off into. It was dark and there were so many ways he could have gone. He could have taken the subway but she knows her Partner as well as she knows herself … he would walk the two hours it would take him from her place to his. She searched for nearly an hour before giving up. She went to his apartment and waited him out. She sat outside his door and waited and waited and waited and fell asleep on the floor in the hallway of his apartment building. He finally made it home and found a sleeping Eames at the foot of his door. God she's looks like an angel when she's sleeping … but when she's awake … look out. He picked her up and brought her inside. He brought her right to his bedroom and laid her down on his bed, she was in a deep sleep. He stood over her as she made herself comfortable on his bed. In her sleep, she could smell his smell, he saw her inhale his pillow, she smiled and pulled it towards her and drifted back into her dream world. If only she could love me. He walked out and grabbed a water from the frig and drifted off to sleep on the couch. He had a pre-set alarm so it startled Eames when it went off, he was a much earlier riser than she. She was confused, disoriented and disappointed that she was waking up alone, if she was being honest with herself. She got up and went searching for Bobby, surely he would be home, who else would have placed her in his bed? She found the oversized Detective sleeping on the undersized couch. It's now or never. She climbs on top of Bobby.

"Wake up Detective."

He opens one eye … he's a little frightened.

"Ah, Ee … Eames?"

"Come on, you can do it … wake up."

He opens the other eye but can't figure out why the woman of his dreams … the one that hates his guts … is on top of him.

"Wa wa why are you on top of me ?"

"Do you love me Goren?"

"Wa wa what?"

"You heard me … it's a simple question."

He shuts both eyes … he's dreaming … he knows he's dreaming. He opens his eyes, she's still there … nope, not dreamin.

"I, I, I don't think that's a simple question Eames."

She plants her elbows on his chest and puts her chin in her hands.

"Do I need a daisy … ya know … he loves me … he loves me not."

He scratches his head.

"Of course over the years being your Partner … I have grown to be very fond of you … I, I care for you … a lot!"

"Cut to the chase Goren. Are you in love with me?"

"I don't know how to answer that question!"

He gets up off the couch causing Eames to fall on her backside and he starts pacing … like a caged animal.

"Stop that! I love you Bobby … did you see how simple that was!"

"How do you mean you love me? Do you love me like a friend? Relative? How Eames … how do you mean that?"

She shakes her head in disbelief, men can be so stupid, I forget sometimes that when you peel down all his layers, fundamentally he's still a man. She decides to show him. His arms are crossed his feet are apart and his posture is standoffish. She walks up to him and uncrosses his arms and places his hands on her waist. She puts her hands on his chest and scoots in close then rises up on her tippy toes and kisses him. He doesn't kiss her back … he's too stunned.

"What's wrong Bobby? You don't want to kiss me?"

"It feels weird."

A pissed off look over takes her features … he has seen that look too many times before, especially recently. She turns out of his , well sort of, embrace. He grabs her and kisses her … he likes to drive. Her knees buckle … his does too. He lifts her up and she wraps her legs around him.

"Bedroom!"

"No!"

"Why?"

"Eames, we can't."

"Bobby, I love you … let me show you."

"We're late for work."

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Why can't I write a non Bobby / Alex story? I'm throwing a fit right now!! Does Eames always have to get her man? Can't somebody else have him? (like me) Thanks for reading. Reviews would be greatly appreciated. Thanks again, Judeey ;)