Time for another disclaimer: I own nothing associated with CI, but if I did… oh boy!

Two pieces of the Chapter- First Section: Naïve and Sentimental Music, 2nd movement (Mother of the Man), by John Adams (not the US President, but the contemporary American composer). Second Section: The Chairman Dances from Nixon in China (Foxtrot for Orchestra) also by John Adams.

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She reappeared in the apartment some time later.

"Alex, honey. Is everything alright?" he asked. His cheeks were flushed and he looked like he had been crying, but Alex didn't look closely enough to tell.

"Not right now- I'm not feeling well…"

"I don't think you have to right to feel bad right now," he said matter-of-factly.

She turned. "What?"

"I don't think you have the right to be moody right now, Alex. Because what I just saw made me realize that everything I've ever had with you was a lie."

She suddenly turned around in shock. "You saw…downstairs?"

"Yes, Alex. I saw."

She panicked. "Jordan, it's not like that-"

"What is it like, Alex? Is it only like you cheated? Is it only like you threw me aside for someone else? What's it like?"

"Jordan," she said pleadingly as she stepped toward him, but he pulled away.

"What were you planning on doing now?" he asked. "Even if I had never found out- what would you have done? What are you going to do?"

"I- I don't know."

"I LOVED you, Alex! I thought you loved me." He was on the verge of breakdown again.

"I did- I do!"

"But you love Goren."

"I do- I did!" Her head spun in confusion. "Jordan, you're not being fair!"

"Nothing in life is ever fair, Alex…" He paused and after a while asked quietly, "What's it like to love someone? How did it happen?" He looked almost evil in his calm. He deep green eyes poked out from under his eyebrows. Any sympathy she might had had for him vanished whenshe saw the look ofpure contempt in his eyes.

"What do you mean?"

"How did it happen with him?"

"Jordan-"

"Just tell me."

She sighed. "I went over there, and we were cleaning, and.. I don't know- it just happened," she finished exasperatedly. "I... I punched him, too..Jordan, we'd been working together for 5 years. Before I met you, Bobby and I were all we had. I fell in love with you, I really did… but I guess I never really fell out of love with Bobby."

He stood there for a long time. What seemed like hours to Alex passed. He finally nodded at her, calmly packed a suitcase, and left the apartment.

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Bobby was lying in bed wide-awake. He reached across his nightstand, grabbed his phone, and dialed Lori's number.

"Hi! You've reached Lori Bennet, I'm either at work, at the gym, or can't find the phone right now, but leave me a message and I'll get back to you. Thanks!"

"Hi… Lori… It's Bobby… I was just calling to say… I don't think we should see each other anymore… it's just not… working out… so, uh…. Bye…"

He hung up. "I'm such a fucking coward." He said aloud.

"No you're not," came the reply. He bolted upright in his bed. Alexandra Eames was standing in his bedroom doorway.

"Eames- what are you doing here?" he asked, sitting himself up properly.

"Jordan found out," she said sadly. "He was watching from the window."

"I am a fucking coward."

"No," she said, smiling now, "just stupid."

A quick smile shot across his face, but it had vanished almost as fast as it had appeared. "So he kicked you out then?"

"No," she said, he head still bent, half of her hair hiding her face (which was smiling in irony). "He left. It wasn't really his apartment to kick me out of anyway… I just didn't want to be alone."

He looked at her intently for a minute, and then said, "Come here," motioning towards the bed. She climbed up on it, and sat next to him. "You gonna be ok?" he asked.

"Yah- I'll be fine," she said, curling up under his arm and closing her eyes. "What about Lori?"

"She'll be crushed, and probably get really mad. I'm pretty sure she'll destroy whatever of mine is over at her place right now."

"I hope it's nothing good."

"Just some crappy recordings of some Mozart Piano Concertos. None of the good stuff like the Tchaik or the Rocky- that was only ever meant for you…"

"It's so funny how we've been waiting for each other," she said smiling, not opening her eyes.

He smiled. "Mike was pretty invested in us…"

"Logan?"

"Yah- he got all on my case after you stormed out…"

"You tell him everything?" she asked accusatorily, sitting up.

"No, but he's my friend, and I tell him enough. He's not going to tell anyone, Eames."

She calmed back down and settled back into her curled up position. "You didn't tell anyone else either?" he asked.

She paused for a moment before she said, "No- nobody," and closed her eyes and fell asleep in Bobby's arms.