Disclaimer:I've said it many times, if I owned um, Season eight would be ... um ... uh-oh
Chapter 9 That coke bottle comes back ... no pun intended
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Eames Carries Bobby's Water
After Eames little stunt in the diner, Captain Ross calls the two Major Case Detectives back to his office. When they arrive, they find Foster, Krikorian, their boss, Special Agent Mark Donnelly and the Chief of D's all in the Captain's office arguing.
"This isn't a mob case! This is internal and it's NYPD business."
"Well Chief, my two Agents have been working on the "rat in the drawer" incident and believe that the two are related."
"And what makes you think it's mob related?"
"Goren stepped on some toes out there … he stopped a major drug trafficking ring when he brought down Testarossa."
"He didn't do that alone … why target him and why kill Copa?"
"Copa falsely accused Sang … a known gang leader. Sang and Testarossa were known associates. Copa pissed off Sang, Goren pissed off Testarossa's customer's, put two and two together …"
"And sometimes you get five Sir."
They all look to the door to see Goren standing there.
"I think you're all making a big mistake assuming that the mob is coming after me. I'm not that important. What I did is over and done with for them. If Sang wanted Copa dead … then his murder would be on Sang … investigate him and move on. No, this isn't a mob thing, this is personal."
"Goren."
"Yes Chief."
"Who would have a personal vendetta against you besides the dead man in your trunk?"
"Give me the chance to investigate the rat, the cut brake lines and Copa's murder and I'll tell ya."
"Bobby, I think you should let Martin and I consult on the investigation."
"Chief, I think that sounds reasonable. My Agents started the work up on Goren's desk, they should be in on the collar."
"Well, I would have something to say about that."
"What is it Goren?"
"Agent Foster and I have been having an on-going affair and I think it would be improper for us to work together."
Eames of course knew that Bobby told her the truth when he told her that he was no longer sleeping with Amy. He was saying this to get the Agents thrown off the case and out of their lives … for good.
"Is this true Agent Foster?"
"On-going is stretching the truth Sir. It's over."
"I think this concludes our little meeting Donnelly … go play in your own sandbox, I'm sure the FBI has another assignment for your Agents."
As soon as the elevator doors close. The Chief lights into Goren.
"An affair? Can't you keep it in your pants Detective?"
"We were working the club together Sir. It was our cover … one thing led to another but not until we closed the case. I didn't think we would end up working together."
The Chief is just exasperated with Goren. He holds both his hands up and glance over at Ross, whom just looks down.
"Okay Goren, you got your wish. The case is yours. You take point on this one … Eames, you carry his water."
Oh God … he didn't just say that!
"What!?"
"It's an expression Eames. I just meant, he'll be "senior partner" on this one."
Eames storms out of Ross' office.
I guess I'm not going to get the coke bottle treatment anytime soon.
The Chief heads out and Ross looks to Goren with pity in his eyes … he didn't know what Eames had said to Goren after the Stout interrogation but he was getting an idea.
Goren goes out to his desk and flips open his lap top … he doesn't dare look at Eames.
"So, Goren … where do we start?"
"Eh mm … I thought we should look at surveillance tapes of the night the rat was put in my drawer … the comings and goings off the elevator, see who belongs … who doesn't."
"I'll get on it."
"I'll start going through our recent case files."
They worked apart the remainder of the day. He was at his desk looking at files and using the NYPD's data base and Eames was looking at tapes in the conference room. He could hear her on the phone to the video control room yelling. He went in to see what was wrong.
"Don't tell me that you don't know, that's unacceptable. There has been a threat to my Partner's life … find the fucking tape or find a new fucking job!"
"Eames, hey, cool it … what happened?"
"Don't tell me to cool it Goren! The person that put the rodent in your drawer is probably on that missing tape. Where the fuck is it?"
"I, I don't know."
"You know what this means Bobby?"
"Yeah, yeah I do … it's someone here … in our own house."
He excused himself, showed her his pack of cigarettes and pointed to the roof. She knew he needed to be alone … she let him be. He was gone to long for her liking so she decided to join him on the roof … to make sure he didn't get pushed off or jump.
He was sitting on the ledge … which was not really a ledge … it was a suicide safe building … ironic for 1 Police Plaza ... in deep thought. All of the sudden, seemingly from out of thin air, a tiny little hand came over his head dropping down a coke bottle in front of his face.
"I thought you could use this … and me."
He turned around and pulled Alex into an embrace. He buried his face into her chest, she could feel his tears.
"Bobby, talk to me."
"Cops do cry … even six foot four cops."
He held her a little tighter. She ran her fingers through his hair and kissed his forehead. He captured her lips in a hungry kiss.
"Not here Bobby."
"Yes, here."
He starts to unbutton her shirt while she devours his neck. Her head is spinning out of control, she reaches for his belt, he reaches for hers. His hands are on her face as he kisses her again … they can't breathe … they can't think. She lowers herself down to his "man" area and the problem he thought he was going to have with Eames was unfounded. He was fully erect and waiting for the "coke bottle treatment." It's the real thing alright! He looks to the sky to give thanks and he does.
"Oh my God … thank you God … Jesus Christ! Eames! Christ … Oh God!"
His phone goes off … it's Ross … he's looking for his two Detectives.
They start to get dressed and Bobby insists on helping Eames … he's really no help. She buttons a button he unbuttons another. She fastened her belt, he unfastened it.
"Stop, the Captain wants us."
He bends over to whisper in her ear … with that sexy baritone timber.
"But I want you Eames."
"Here, drink your coke, we'll talk later."
They report to Ross and let him know about the missing tape. He sends them home and marches down to the video control room … someone was getting fired.
Bobby brought some files home and Eames stopped and picked up Chinese. They worked for a few hours with Bobby poking at Eames and Eames swatting his hand away. They ate their Chinese and drank wine … he wanted to return the favor of the roof top surprise but he wanted to be passionate … he was putting too much pressure on himself. She finally gathered all the files and they sat back together on the couch. Alex could feel the tension building in her Partner … did he need another demonstration? He did get the live version, he was fine … more than fine!
Bobby put his arm around her shoulders and she snuggled in close, he sighed. Things were not working. He reached for his wine and she stopped him.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, everything."
She straddles him … not the sexy type of straddle. She's sitting back on his thighs to get a good look into his eyes. He smiles and plays with her buttons but doesn't undue them. He looks down, not making eye contact. She leans into him to capture his mouth … he doesn't respond … he's shutting down.
"Who could it be Alex?"
She slides forward … now, the sexy straddle. She unbuttons her shirt, he's looking right into her eyes. She unbuttons his shirt … his eyes haven't left hers. She doesn't stop until their chests are bare. He's still studying her eyes. She presses her bare breasts against his bare chest … his eyes may not have left hers but his member saw her breast. He kisses her softly, tenderly.
Whispering into her mouth, "Who Alex?"
"Just make love to me Bobby … we'll catch um … I give you my word."
He continues to kiss her and she feels his hand travel to her belt. He gently removes the remainder of their clothes as he carries her to his bedroom, dropping a sock here, a thong there. By the time he laid her on his bed, neither one of them had on a stitch of clothing. He was on top of her when she asked him to kiss every inch of her body. He started at her left ear, then the right and continued on from there. By the time he reached her center, he had forgotten about the rat, the dead body and his beloved Mustang. He no longer cared about who did what to who and who wanted to do what to him. His number one objective was to hear …
"OH GOD! … YES, YES,YES! BOBBY, OH MY GOD … WHO TAUGHT YOU THAT?"
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I finished my "homework" ... well ... workwork, so i had this dribble in mind for chapter nine(hehehehe ... I'm a poet) Thanks for reading ... please review ... non-shippers ...sorry! I love B/A together, I can't help myself ... I tried! Have a fun happy week all ! Judeey ;)
