Hey guys, guess where I was? NYC, home of the Law and Order series! But the good thing about no internet for a week that I spent with family is that I have lot's of new chapters for you : )

While Alex was busy being a Jones, Bobby was reading a book by new hit thriller writer Mark Jones. The plot, about two American travelers running from the long reaching arm of the law in Singapore, left him sitting at the edge of the couch; he was so involved he didn't notice an arm wrap around his neck.

"Detective, I think you're in trouble."

Bobby froze, half in the world of the novel and half conscious, until he saw that the hand next to his face was manicured and pink. He also felt his assailant press their lips to the back of his neck. Dead giveaway.

"Hello to you too, Eames."

He heard a soft chuckle come from behind him as Alex came around the arm of the seat and sit next to him as he re-immersed himself inside the novel.

"What are you reading?"

"A book."

"Haha, Goren."

"It's actually really good," he said as Alex snaked her head around the side to peek at the cover, "it's about-"

"With a title like 'Tourist Hunting', I think I've got the plot laid out."

"Really," asked Bobby, turning to meet her eyes which sparkled with playfulness.

"Yeah," she said, turning so he could only see her profile, "there can't be much to it besides tourists…being hunted."

"Well, you're wrong," he replied, taking his hand and raising to her cheek. "For one, these are smart tourists…an ex-colonel and his mystery writer wife…."

"MmmmHmmm," she purred, trapped between his hand and her breathing.

"…and they end up breaking in on a major sting operation by the government in Singapore," he continued, stroking her cheek and gently wrapping his other hand around her waist.

"Yeah," she said, leaning into his embrace. She was starting to enjoy this story.

"…and they have to find a way out of the country before the government takes them into…safekeeping." He kissed her forehead.

"Yep, for their own…protection, right?"

"Yep."

Getting comfortable, she asked, "What happens next?"

Much to her unhappiness, she suddenly felt him withdraw. She turned to see him curled up on the couch as if lost in his book once again, saying offhandedly, "I don't know, that's as far as I've gotten."

He sat quietly for a few moments, repressing a laugh that he knew would infuriate her. He began to think he got away with it when he felt his head slammed with a hard fuzzy object. Wiping his face after the burn of fabric on his skin, he looked to see Alex sitting up on her knees with a throw pillow hanging from her perfectly manicured hand.

"You were saying, Bobby?"

The pillow fight made it's way to the bedroom.

Later that afternoon, the phone designated to be the "civilian" land line to give to the other Hamptonites rang. Eames stirred in bed enough to brush Bobby's arm, which was the touch needed to force him to open his eyes. He turned to look down at her figure, wrapped in the light cotton sheet, before turning his attention to the buzzing phone.

"Mph, phone," she said blearily, shifting under the delicate weight of the fabric.

"I know, Eames," he offhandedly remarked as he grasped the hand piece and pulled it to his ear.

"Hey, Bobby!" he heard with loud music in the background.

"James?"

"Yeah, hey, I heard you and Alex made it down to the Hamptons a few days ago…"

God, word gets around fast in this town, Bobby thought.

"Yeah, we're here."

"I was wondering if you would want to come over, just the guys, before the women make us join them at the beach for the Linfield's bonfire tomorrow?"

"Sure, man. I have nothing lined up."

"Great, we'll be watching the Yankees and throwing down a few bears…oh, and…haha…seeing about some girls."

Is this what a guy's guy is supposed to be like? Thought Bobby, who's idea of a good time was still sitting wrapped up in the New York Public Library…not that he didn't enjoy the occasional game; he just got the impression that these situations made up the bulk of James' life.

He wrote down the address of the Peterson's summer home. "I'll see you there," he said before hanging up the phone. He turned to look at Eames' amused face but she had fallen back asleep.

And what did he mean, seeing about some girls?