AN:From the POV of Bobby...read on...

Chapter 11

Previously on Deception...

"You might want to make yourself scarce."

And now...

I nodded my head and moved further back into the shadows.

"Hello?"

"Yes, hello."

"It's Bobby, right?"

"That's correct. You're the person who got me into this undercover work?"

"That's correct. But my names Henry and I'll be your correspondent with the F.B.I."

"I'm assuming that you know Rai Taylor? Seeing as she was the one who told me to call this number."

"Once again, you are correct. She's my agent in the field. And now you are my temporary agent until this case is over, then you get to go back to your life." I winced.

"She told you about our arrangement?"

"Of course. The person you hate the most is gone from Eames' life."

"What?"

"Eddie...Willits. She broke up with him last night when she got the call from Deakins to come in." Really.

"Really."

"Really. Now tell me what ya got."

"Rai had a run-in with the perp. She got a black eye, broken nose, and a cut lip. He also left a note for Eames. Rai went to go see what it said."

"Good, very good. Did she describe the perp?"

"No."

"But she'll have a suspect after hearing what's on the note."

"And how do you know this?"

"Because I taught her well. One of the first lessons I taught her is to always know what you're looking for. Even if she didn't know who exactly did it, she'll have a general idea. I'm a profiler so she'll be able to profile most of the crimes she comes across. She was the best of the teenagers who took the test across the whole continent."

"Well, I hope so."

"I know so. Call me when you have more."

"Ok. Goodbye."

"Toodles." Toodles? If all the agents were like that, I would've been more cooperative with them in the cases I worked with them on in the past. I stayed in the shadows, watching the crowd surrounding the crime scene lines. They were unnecessary due to the fact that the crime happened in the back yard, but I really didn't care. I knew that whoever was trying to kill Alex would have to get through me, because somehow I knew that there would be another confrontation, and the next time it happened, I would be there. Besides, I would rather die defending Alex than by jumping off a bridge. The most likely way I'm going to die if I got through this would be by the person I was protecting, which in itself was ironic. Slowly the crowd dispersed and the cop cars pulled away. Evidence gathered, people calmed, job done. But it wasn't done yet, there still the matter of the perp. My money was on the filth of a man named Eddie. I would have some fun with him if it really was him. Time flies when you're dreaming of beating the crud out of a man who you have utter contempt for, because the next thing I knew. Both Deakins and Rai were exiting the Eames residence. It looked like words were exchanged and the parted ways. I followed Rai from a good distance and turned the corner where she did.

"What'd Henry say?" She asked as I caught up.

"He wants to know who your money is on."

"Eddie Willits, her scumbag of a ex-fiancé."

"That's who my money was on too."

"That's just because you hate the man for stealing Eames."

"True...he wants you to call and update."

"Right." And she pressed speed dial number 2.

"Who's the lucky number 1?" I said, gesturing to her phone.

"Voice mail." She replied, smirking. "Henry?...yea I have a suspect for you...I'll be fine...It's just a couple of bruises...and a broken nose...Anyway, your suspect is Eddie Willits...of course I'm sure...yes dad...whatever...bye."

"Dad?"

"I just say that when he gets all protective. I don't have a dad or a mom."

"Ohh."

"Yup. Let's head to someplace where we could get some shut eye, I'm pooped." I raised my eyes at the terminology. "Mock my words all you like, but I'll never be as stupid as you when it comes to the people close to me...geez." At this I dropped my head. She saw me do this and commented. "You know with Eames it'll be about five times worse right? You may not even survive the ass chewing she gives you. Boy I don't want to be you."

I just kept walking, trying not to notice the brutal honesty in her words, and truly starting to believe that I really should've just forgot the whole thing when I first thought of it. The fact that I was drunk when I originally thought of it proves the point that it was stupid to begin with. I sighed, just wishing it was over with already.

AN:Up next...action...and a confrontation...if I beg will you review..please?