A/N: I am making the pretend assumption that Bobby had a chance to watch Eames interact with Kevin Quinns wife Theresa, it just goes with the story.

Letting Go and Starting Over

Chapter 9

"You're actually hungry." She rolled her eyes

"Yes." He said simply and started into the pizza

"Classic Avoidance"

He raised his eyebrows at her and she smirked ever so slightly

"Yeah, I know a few things about psychology too, Goren. What the hell do you mean..about my nephew." She stood over him as he wiped his mouth.

He pointed a finger at her "After he was born..you..you..you were never the same. Do you know I spent months reading about surrogacy? I was ready to help you with whatever you needed. But everytime I asked, it was 'I'm fine Bobby. Let it alone Bobby. It's no big deal Bobby. I don't want to be a mother, anway Bobby'. What a crock of shit. I tried, but you never let me in. I see those wistful looks you give people with children. I saw the way you interacted with that..that..whatshername..the deaf cousin of that guy who killed the doctor. You saw that baby and your entire face softened. But It's always been like that. Stoic Eames. You have so many walls around you, you can't even get past them yourself. You've never fully recovered from that depression.".

"How dare you...that's not the same thing as you..you..." Her face was turning red now. But Bobby was on a roll. He stood up and began to pace. "Oh yeah, and let's not forget my reopening Joe's case." She flinched at the mention of her late husbands name. It didn't go unnoted. "See there you go. You flinched again. You flinched every single time I used his name. Other than your voice cracking once, I never saw you break down. The whole damn time. Oh no...let me rephrase that..I saw you break down...to the widow, Theresa. The same woman who you told me shut you out after Joe died. Could you let me, your partner, your friend for the past eight years in...did you come to me? No."

"But.."

"And it's not like you didn't let me know you resented my butting in. Oh no...you told me it was "too late" when I asked if you were sorry you partnered with me. "Too late. What the hell did that mean?"

She was yelling by now, damn the neighbors. "YOU NEVER TOLD ME ABOUT YOUR MOTHER! YOU LET ME FIND OUT BECAUSE YOU TOLD THAT WILENSKY ABOUT IT IN FRONT OF ME! TALK ABOUT SHUTTING SOMEONE OUT."

He was in her face now too "YOU WROTE A LETTER ABOUT ME AND NEVER TOLD ME! I FOUND OUT IN COURT, IN FRONT OF CARVER AND THE REST OF THOSE SUITS. YOU KEPT THAT LITTLE SECRET FROM ME." He screamed

She stood still at that and bit her lip. She fell into the chair next to her. "I said..I said I was sorry about that." She said softly. "It still doesn't excuse all the times you've kept things from me."

He fell into the chair next to her. "I know."

She breathed deeply and asked the question she always wanted to ask "Why didn't you tell me about Brady? Why didn't you tell me he was your father? Why did I have to find out that you even suspected that from Ross, of all people?"

He rubbed his hands down his face and sighed.