Summary: This is a sequel to Bobby emails Alex. So maybe Alex didn't really mean some of the things she said earlier about Bobby. (See chapters 27 & 28: Found on the ladies' room wall at One Police Plaza). No spoilers that I know of.

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To:bobbygoren@mcs.com

From:alexeames@mcs.com

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Dear Bobby,

Though I'd enjoy chocolate sauce

I fear it must be my loss -

Times like this how I wish

That you weren't such a dish

It'd be easier to pretend I was cross.

From our past dealings

You know I have feelings

But while you're far from a jerk

Canoodlin' won't work

Though why I 'm uncomfortable revealing.

I hate to refuse you

But my heart cannot choose you

Don't get me wrong

As partners we belong

As a friend I'd be sorry to lose you

There are men in this squad

Who are wantin' my bod

They're easily impressed

Just because I'm well dressed

But I know you see through that facade

Unlike them, you don't gripe

When I say "Not my type"

The rumors say I'm hot to trot

But really, truly I'm not

Forget all that cheap vice squad hype.

I keep a tight rein

On my joy and my pain

There've been times in the past

In the pit I've been cast

And I don't want to go there again!

I have demons and ghosts

That leave me morose

Though I appreciate your trust

I'm not prepared for your lust

It's friends that I really need most

I'm not trying to paint

My dead husband as a saint

But when he died

The oceans I cried

Forced me to learn some restraint.

There are things that I hide

Buried deep down inside

Would you be accepting

Or coldly rejecting?

I'm just not ready to confide

My calm's a disguise

I put on for "the guys"

To you I'll confess

Inside I'm a mess

But I can't talk about what that implies.

I know you'll say we could share

All the burdens I bear

But these are MY woes

I don't care to expose

Them to you - It just wouldn't be fair.

Don't go seekin' pity

'Cause I'm treatin' you sh!tty

If I was lookin' for love

You're the one I'd think of

You're as dear to me as anyone in this city!

Fondly,

Alex

P.S.

I'm really quite sorry

Someone told you the story

Of what I wrote on the walls

Of the ladies' room stalls

It wasn't my moment of glory.