Title: Pssst...Just Between You & Me
Category: Friendship/UST
Rating: G
A/N: Just two little ficlets that I wrote while bored. Nothing very substantial or deep, this is just for fun.
Thanks to pompous/daf9 for giving me a team for Bobby to barrack for. And thanks to Riverstar for another top class beta effort. :D
Enjoy!
~ Alex on Bobby ~
Look at him – anyone would think he's hard at work pouring over a witness statement. Not me though. I know he's got the sports section hidden in that manila folder he's studying so intently. How do I know? Because he's trying to hide a smile, and nothing makes him smile like a Mets win. That's just one of the little quirks I know about Robert Goren. I know a lot more, of course. You don't spend as much time together as we do without picking up a few things. You want to know what I know? Okay, I'll have to start at the beginning though.
The very first thing that struck me about him is that he's so damn big. And tall. I'm not just saying that because he towers over me; hell, I have to crane my neck just to look most people in the eyes, but I've come to understand that big and tall don't necessarily mean the same thing. Physical attributes mean nothing if you're little on the inside, and I've met plenty of tall, little men to testify to that truth. When you're around Bobby you're aware that he has a certain presence that has nothing to do with his physicality. He's very … well … He's, very charismatic. In a room full of big and tall men, he stands out as the biggest and tallest.
He's brilliant too, of course, in that flashy, in your face, sometimes-your-hand-itches-to-smack-him kind of way. The way he bulldozes through all the BS to get to an obscure point that only he can see intimidates a lot of people. Not me, though. Maybe if I didn't know the man within it might be different. Maybe if all I saw were the dedicated, single-minded, extremely intelligent Detective Goren in an expensive Armani suit, I'd feel the same way. The thing about Bobby is that he overshadows and out-thinks people, and I think they're scared of being compared to him and found lacking. But I know that sometimes he has doubts about his capabilities, just like the rest of us. He makes mistakes; albeit not very often, but he does, and I delight in pointing them out when this happens. I'm only human, after all.
He's an extraordinary, complicated man, but at the same time he's an open book – if you take the time to read the index, that is. He has secrets, some of which are dark and painful, and I feel privileged that I'm the one he trusts enough to hold them.
There's one last thing about Bobby; one last thing that I'll take to my grave before I ever admit.
He sure is fine.
End.
Category: Friendship/UST
Rating: G
A/N: Just two little ficlets that I wrote while bored. Nothing very substantial or deep, this is just for fun.
Thanks to pompous/daf9 for giving me a team for Bobby to barrack for. And thanks to Riverstar for another top class beta effort. :D
Enjoy!
~ Alex on Bobby ~
Look at him – anyone would think he's hard at work pouring over a witness statement. Not me though. I know he's got the sports section hidden in that manila folder he's studying so intently. How do I know? Because he's trying to hide a smile, and nothing makes him smile like a Mets win. That's just one of the little quirks I know about Robert Goren. I know a lot more, of course. You don't spend as much time together as we do without picking up a few things. You want to know what I know? Okay, I'll have to start at the beginning though.
The very first thing that struck me about him is that he's so damn big. And tall. I'm not just saying that because he towers over me; hell, I have to crane my neck just to look most people in the eyes, but I've come to understand that big and tall don't necessarily mean the same thing. Physical attributes mean nothing if you're little on the inside, and I've met plenty of tall, little men to testify to that truth. When you're around Bobby you're aware that he has a certain presence that has nothing to do with his physicality. He's very … well … He's, very charismatic. In a room full of big and tall men, he stands out as the biggest and tallest.
He's brilliant too, of course, in that flashy, in your face, sometimes-your-hand-itches-to-smack-him kind of way. The way he bulldozes through all the BS to get to an obscure point that only he can see intimidates a lot of people. Not me, though. Maybe if I didn't know the man within it might be different. Maybe if all I saw were the dedicated, single-minded, extremely intelligent Detective Goren in an expensive Armani suit, I'd feel the same way. The thing about Bobby is that he overshadows and out-thinks people, and I think they're scared of being compared to him and found lacking. But I know that sometimes he has doubts about his capabilities, just like the rest of us. He makes mistakes; albeit not very often, but he does, and I delight in pointing them out when this happens. I'm only human, after all.
He's an extraordinary, complicated man, but at the same time he's an open book – if you take the time to read the index, that is. He has secrets, some of which are dark and painful, and I feel privileged that I'm the one he trusts enough to hold them.
There's one last thing about Bobby; one last thing that I'll take to my grave before I ever admit.
He sure is fine.
End.