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"So tell me this again?"

Danny Ross was on the phone from his office in 1 PP, and the slew of words coming from his detective's mouth were indecipherable. As he looked down on his lunch, growing warm in the sweltering July heat, and wanted this meeting to end quickly, he knew that the confines of his job prevented him from hanging up and devouring his pastrami on rye.

So he half paid attention to Goren's rant in anticipation of a good meal, which was good…

…considering that Eames was doing her best to distract him.

"I was just saying that I think that James shouldn't be hard to crack."

"Why? What makes you so sure?"

"Well, he's a man's man. He likes women whatever way he can get them." Bobby looked up from the phone to see Alex walking across the room in a short terry white bathrobe that sat exceptionally well on her small frame and hugged her curves. His mouth curved into a small smile at the previous night's activities as he added, "he knows what he can get and what he can't…it just happens that he can't get his wife to fulfill his needs so he searches elsewhere."

"As in the bed of Paige Garner? That's a bit of a stretch-"

"Trust me captain, after five seconds of talking to this guy it's obvious that he's not been faithful." He looked back towards where his partner was standing and finding the area empty of Eames. Searching around the room with his eyes, he saw her leaning against the doorframe of the walk-in closet with an extremely seductive gaze directed at him. "And if it helps, he definitely seemed to have a thing for Eames."

"So your plan worked?"

"In a manner of speaking…" he said as Alex let the robe hang loosely on her shoulders as she pawed her feet at the ground in his direction.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I think there's something about her that drives him crazy," he began as she started slowly sauntering over to the side of the bed he was sitting on.

"Well…is it her height?"

"Um," said Bobby as she planted one foot by his left thigh.

"Or is it her attitude? Is she flirting with him?"

"Uh, yes," he added as she planted the other by his right, straddling his lap; he very quickly realized she was wearing nothing at all underneath.

"Uh, yes? Detective, I'm expecting a bit more than that.."

"What I mean to say is…is…" He began to lose himself as she planted a kiss on his neck, working her way down to his collarbone.

"Goren!"

"What!" He yelled almost as much in annoyance as in shock as his partner gave him a playful nip.

"Look, unless you're looking at a deli sandwich like the one I am and are starving, I expect a better report. Do I have to come down there later?"

"Um, no, I'm sorry Captain." He gently pulled Eames off his neck as she started playing with his tie.

"It's fine…look, call me back in an hour when you've gotten everything straightened out."

"In more ways than one," he said as he felt a familiar harness take hold. "In an hour then."

He slid the phone from its place by his ear and made sure that it was turned off before reaching his arms around the woman straddling him. "Any idea what you were trying to pull there?"

"I think I might be making it up as I go…" she said as she slid her hand down his back.

Bobby shuddered from how sensitive he always felt to her touch. "Um…any reason why you chose to wear this?" He asked as he fondled a corner of the robe that rested on her thigh.

"I was going to take a shower," she said as she resumed kissing his neck.

"And I'm guessing you want company?"

She responded by sliding her hand down his thigh. Bobby may have, at times, been blind to her emotions, but this was not one of those instances. He picked her up and carried her into the bathroom with her legs wrapped around his waist and shut the door.

Freshly showered and dressed, both Goren and Eames were standing in the den, connected to the bedroom, on a conference call with Ross.

"So, as you can see, we think that while James may have a macho complex, he probably doesn't have the mettle for the murders…at least not alone."

"What makes you think that Eames?" said the captain, fed and satisfied that this conversation was finally getting somewhere.

"Because the way he acts, he's perfectly confident he is Mr. Perfect…until he's shaken out of his reality. For example, when I was "flirting" with him he seemed full of charm…until Goren…came around."

I did not almost say that to our boss.

"We're you about to say something?"

"No."

"Oh. Well, I don't think we should rule him out as a suspect until you're absolutely certain. There's also the possibility that the wife was in on it too…"

"What are you suggesting?" asked Bobby.

"That it's the summer, and that everyone's heading out to the Hamptons. The remainder of your assignment is going to be spent there. I assume you know that this means minimal area interference; only certain cops there will be informed on a need to know basis."

Part of Alex was nervous about leaving the security of the city, the NYPD, their shields, and their desks behind to play with the rich and famous…

…but the other half was excited to go somewhere without being inhibited by a unit placed in a suite four floors down for security, or the extra badges of support. It would be just Bobby and her, being a couple and seeing what came of it.

"When do we leave?"

"This evening. You can take the car assigned to you and in case of emergency, your guns are stored in the appointed place."

"Thanks Captain."

"I'll check in with you same time tomorrow, before the Engletons cooking party…should be a good opportunity for you to 'get to know Emma Peterson better'."

"Bye."

"Bye," said Ross as the phone made a customary click to signal the person on the other end had left.

Goren made sure the phone was off before going up to Eames and saying, "Seems legitimate."

"Yeah," she replied, opening the door to go back to the bedroom, "almost wish it was going to be a paid vacation."

"I know," he replied as she sat down on the bed. He looked down at her tantalizingly.

"It's too early for another shower," she responded to his gaze.

"There'll be plenty more opportunities for showers by the beach," he said as he sat next to her, tucking her hair behind her ear.

"Oh yeah, the Hamptons are by the beach…"

"What were you thinking about?"

"How nice the breeze must be outside the city…and how spacious the rooms must be."

"Which rooms?" He said, planting a kiss on the sensitive skin behind her ear.

It was Eames' turn for the shivers.

"You know, the kitchen, the living room…the bedroom."

That was all Goren needed. "Let's leave now."

"Now?"

"Now."

They spent the next few hours packing their bags before leaving in a shiny black Cadillac to their destination, the beach and the Hamptons, without knowing quite what they were getting themselves into.