A/N: No, this isn't another chapter...well, technically it is, but you've all already read it. I'm just preparing for my next two installments and want Alex and Bobby's POV's kept in seperate chapters, so I've broken the first part up. That's all.
~ Bobby on Alex ~
Look at her – anyone would think she's hard at work typing up a report on her laptop. Not me though. I know she's secretly playing Spider Solitaire over there. How do I know? Because she's trying to hide a frown, and nothing makes her frown like a game that refuses to be played out. That's just one of the little quirks that I know about Alexandra Eames. 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 her is that she's absolutely tiny. Seriously, she barely comes up to my shoulders, and that's with heels. On a tall day. You know how you have good hair days, ugly days, and fat days? Well, she has tall days. Sometimes she'll look like this diminutive, delicate china doll that needs protecting from a gust of wind. But then, just like that, a change will sweep over her and a 100 foot warrior woman will emerge, ready to do battle and sprouting an attitude that has broken grown men. In a room full of people, even on a short day, she's the one my eyes always find first.
She's brilliant too, of course, in that understated, surprise the hell out of you, what-did-you-just-say kind of way. It's a little intimidating, because I'm more the 'what you see is what you get,' type of person, but with Alex ... with Alex you don't see the full impact of her intelligence or strength or cunning until a situation arises where these talents are needed. For that reason, a lot of people underestimate her. Not me, though. As I said, I've seen the warrior woman up close and in full technicolour, and she's not someone to be messed with. That's not to say that I don't love watching her in battle mode though. Whether she's reducing a suspect's alibi to tatters, leading them into a confession, or slapping the cuffs on them after they've tried to run, Kick-Arse-Warrior-Woman-Detective Eames is quite the sight.
She's an amazing, complicated woman. I know so much about her, and yet at the same time I'm aware that I've barely scratched the surface. She's a puzzle, and every time she reveals another piece of herself to me I'm honoured.
There's one last thing about Alex; one last thing that keeps me awake more nights than I'd like to admit to, tossing and turning in my bed.
She sure is fine.
End.
~ Bobby on Alex ~
Look at her – anyone would think she's hard at work typing up a report on her laptop. Not me though. I know she's secretly playing Spider Solitaire over there. How do I know? Because she's trying to hide a frown, and nothing makes her frown like a game that refuses to be played out. That's just one of the little quirks that I know about Alexandra Eames. 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 her is that she's absolutely tiny. Seriously, she barely comes up to my shoulders, and that's with heels. On a tall day. You know how you have good hair days, ugly days, and fat days? Well, she has tall days. Sometimes she'll look like this diminutive, delicate china doll that needs protecting from a gust of wind. But then, just like that, a change will sweep over her and a 100 foot warrior woman will emerge, ready to do battle and sprouting an attitude that has broken grown men. In a room full of people, even on a short day, she's the one my eyes always find first.
She's brilliant too, of course, in that understated, surprise the hell out of you, what-did-you-just-say kind of way. It's a little intimidating, because I'm more the 'what you see is what you get,' type of person, but with Alex ... with Alex you don't see the full impact of her intelligence or strength or cunning until a situation arises where these talents are needed. For that reason, a lot of people underestimate her. Not me, though. As I said, I've seen the warrior woman up close and in full technicolour, and she's not someone to be messed with. That's not to say that I don't love watching her in battle mode though. Whether she's reducing a suspect's alibi to tatters, leading them into a confession, or slapping the cuffs on them after they've tried to run, Kick-Arse-Warrior-Woman-Detective Eames is quite the sight.
She's an amazing, complicated woman. I know so much about her, and yet at the same time I'm aware that I've barely scratched the surface. She's a puzzle, and every time she reveals another piece of herself to me I'm honoured.
There's one last thing about Alex; one last thing that keeps me awake more nights than I'd like to admit to, tossing and turning in my bed.
She sure is fine.
End.