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Ambiance
He looked through the window, taking in the dark grey that was ruling the sky. The gods were painting a bleak image tonight and it seemed all too reminiscent of his past month. The rain poured from the invisible clouds of above, hitting the large window palings. They snaked down in individual droplets, pursuing each other, no too drops taking the same course yet all meeting the same ironic fate. All a bit like life. The bright lights of the opposing skyscrapers were only hazy glows; the silver lining of a cloudy city seemed barely there. Its presence though, was undeniable, just hidden in the elements.
But there was something very comforting about rain. A sound that he could sleep to, a comfort through its consistency. He had seen it all before and is well aware of his growing dependency on the routine of life. He is a cop, and he likes it, it challenges him where others have failed. It is considered admirable and rewarding, and for him this provides a sense of security. It had been ten years since this had all began and he needed to leave it behind. Not perpetually, not even for a great length of time, he just needed to escape for a while. Escape the murders, rapists and pedophiles. It had been a month since his father had died, and he had just let it go. Let it flow past so it wouldn't interfere, and now he wished he hadn't.
"Goren?" Her voice broke him from his contemplative trance, he was grateful for the escape. Just to hear it was a reassurance in itself. He snapped his head from the daze of the window to her face, a meager attempt to conceal his distraction.
"Yeah?"
"Does your paperwork grow by on its own accord, or do you feed it?"
"I'm pretty sure it's the former." He said, not looking up.
She rolled her eyes, but couldn't hide the grin.
Yawning, he gazed down at his watch. "Shit, its quarter past ten. You don't need to stick around for me, Eames."
"Oh, I don't mind. It's time we got this done, anyway."
'time we got this done.' Yet again his mind was engulfed with a trail thoughts, each subsequently delaying the inevitability of his work. 'we'. He glanced at Alex, immersing her head in his work. 'we'. Every piling page was evidence of his growing impatience with the technicalities, his constant delaying of work's inescapable. Watching her riddled him with guilt, she shouldn't be doing this, what pathetic excuse of a partner was he becoming. She precariously grasped another few documents from the tower living on his desk. In only few days the once minuet mound had become an unconquerable Everest. Alex hated paperwork; he could see her face screw up in loath at the blankness of a fresh form. But she didn't complain, not even at her partner's blatantly lacklustre effort.
"Eames, I mean it, you don't need to ruin your night."
"Goren, I mean it, its no biggy." Smiling politely, as she mimicked him.
He smiled his gratitude, and turned his gaze back to the once deserted paper, sighing in defeat. At least she was here.
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It was well past 12 before they had finished the larger of the paperwork. Eames knew she had covered the greater of it work but she wasn't bitter at all. His mind was elsewhere; it had been for the last month.
"Goren, lets go. There's only a bit left and I will clear that up on Monday."
"You shouldn't have to do that."
"Really, what does it matter?"
He resultantly surrendered with a shrug. "Ok, if it doesn't worry you."
"Please let me give you a lift home then." He asked, wanting to make good his languor.
"Alright then." She replied, as he slid on her coat. Bobby trailed her down the stairs, switching off lights as he left. She walked slowly, as if she wanted him to meet her side. The grey concrete of the steps disappeared, one after the other, eventually giving way to the plateau of pavement. The wall of crisp air hit Bobby as he caught her up outside. The drops of rain shot down from the sky, forming creeks, rivers and oceans in the pavement. He looked at Alex, standing under the cover of the building overhang, her little nose already crimson from the cold.
"Wet out." She spoke with a grin. And looked at her beige suede boots with despondence, and the ocean that was swarming around them.
"Ya think." He retorted, sliding a hand from the shelter of the building and studying the elements. He watched the water trickle in streams to the pool growing in his palm. He shook the droplets free and turned his glance back to Eames, hugging herself in the bitter cold.
"I'll go get the car, and met you back here?" He suggested.
"No way, I'm not standing here alone." She protested, surveying the surroundings.
"I guess." Goren said, pulling off his jacket.
"What now, Sherlock?" She asked grinning.
"I'm being a gentleman." Lifting the jacket over her head, forming a tent.
"Oh."
"Now," he spoke, his voice a comic authority "We run for it."
Alex nodded. "Go!" she laughed, catching him unawares as she shot off. She was in stitches as they dodged puddles in vain, Bobby struggling to keep her under cover and on her feet at the same time. By the time they reached the car, they were both drowned and exhausted but neverless beaming.
"Your wet." Bobby said with seemingly rare grin.
"And your not?" Alex replied.
"Just a little" he said with a smirk, opening the car door for her as he continued to shelter her from the elements.
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Bobby pulled up at her apartment. And smiled a goodbye to her.
"You don't want to come up for a bit. Goodbye coffee?" She offered
"Eames, I'm going for a week. Its hardly infinite."
"And I'm going to get so much work done without you."
They exchanged grins, until he finally submit and took off his seatbelt. It was now well past one but he hadn't felt so awake in a long time. He followed her up the steps, and into her apartment. Pulling off his sopping shoes and socks.
The hallway trailed into a series of rooms, all of deep warm colours. Earthen reds and vermilions, lit up with lights reflection on the white ceilings and floorboards. "Its very nice, Alex."
"Thanks." She replied.
She led him into the kitchen, and started the coffee. "So where are you disappearing off to for a week?"
"Just to see some old army mates." He replied, gazing around the rooms.
The silence hung stagnant for a while.
"I just want to think about something else for a while." He finished.
She nodded. Handing him a mug and wiping a raindrop from his nose with her soft hands. "I think I'll manage a week." She said with a grin.
Bobby couldn't help but smile, but it still seemed uneasy.
"Are you alright?" She asked, reading his eyes like a diary.
"Yeah. I'm getting better." He replied, shifting his gaze around the room. Alex leaned in and kissed him gently on the lips, electric yet subtle, her hand gently surrounding his upper neck.
"I'm glad." She whispered. Her eyes shone, every word spoken more and more natural. She seemed surreal.
He leaned down to her, gently returning it. Brushing her lips so softly they tickled. Engulfing her into a hug, he murmured. "Me too."
"Your wet." She whispered into his ear.
"I'm sorry." He apologised.
"I don't mind."
"It's better I'm going, anyway." He said, breaking away.
"Not yet?" Her brilliant eyes appealed to him.
"Not yet." He agreed, smiling intently as she took his hands, enclosing them in her own.
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He lay in bed, Alex wrapped in his arms, and her head nestled on his chest. A smile lighting on her face even as she slept, and it could have been the most satisfying thing he had ever seen. He freed one arm and covered her ivory shoulders with the lilac sheets. He stroked Alex's light brown hair, as she rose and fell with his breathing. And all he could hear was the rain, the smooth consistent sound of comfort.
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Disclamer: i don't own em, blah blah blah. And ya don't wanna sue me, as Nicole would put it, I ain't got a pot 2 piss in!
Hmmmm, hope that wasn't too disastrously terrible. I'm not a G/E shipper, but anywho, I just hope it aint toooo fluffy. Plz review, even if u hated it, constructive criticism is fantastic so pick away. I don't know bout a chap 2, maybe it could happen. :S ideas & help appreciated!!! Tonnes of thanx 2 Black Storm, Kate & Kahlia!
Ambiance
He looked through the window, taking in the dark grey that was ruling the sky. The gods were painting a bleak image tonight and it seemed all too reminiscent of his past month. The rain poured from the invisible clouds of above, hitting the large window palings. They snaked down in individual droplets, pursuing each other, no too drops taking the same course yet all meeting the same ironic fate. All a bit like life. The bright lights of the opposing skyscrapers were only hazy glows; the silver lining of a cloudy city seemed barely there. Its presence though, was undeniable, just hidden in the elements.
But there was something very comforting about rain. A sound that he could sleep to, a comfort through its consistency. He had seen it all before and is well aware of his growing dependency on the routine of life. He is a cop, and he likes it, it challenges him where others have failed. It is considered admirable and rewarding, and for him this provides a sense of security. It had been ten years since this had all began and he needed to leave it behind. Not perpetually, not even for a great length of time, he just needed to escape for a while. Escape the murders, rapists and pedophiles. It had been a month since his father had died, and he had just let it go. Let it flow past so it wouldn't interfere, and now he wished he hadn't.
"Goren?" Her voice broke him from his contemplative trance, he was grateful for the escape. Just to hear it was a reassurance in itself. He snapped his head from the daze of the window to her face, a meager attempt to conceal his distraction.
"Yeah?"
"Does your paperwork grow by on its own accord, or do you feed it?"
"I'm pretty sure it's the former." He said, not looking up.
She rolled her eyes, but couldn't hide the grin.
Yawning, he gazed down at his watch. "Shit, its quarter past ten. You don't need to stick around for me, Eames."
"Oh, I don't mind. It's time we got this done, anyway."
'time we got this done.' Yet again his mind was engulfed with a trail thoughts, each subsequently delaying the inevitability of his work. 'we'. He glanced at Alex, immersing her head in his work. 'we'. Every piling page was evidence of his growing impatience with the technicalities, his constant delaying of work's inescapable. Watching her riddled him with guilt, she shouldn't be doing this, what pathetic excuse of a partner was he becoming. She precariously grasped another few documents from the tower living on his desk. In only few days the once minuet mound had become an unconquerable Everest. Alex hated paperwork; he could see her face screw up in loath at the blankness of a fresh form. But she didn't complain, not even at her partner's blatantly lacklustre effort.
"Eames, I mean it, you don't need to ruin your night."
"Goren, I mean it, its no biggy." Smiling politely, as she mimicked him.
He smiled his gratitude, and turned his gaze back to the once deserted paper, sighing in defeat. At least she was here.
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It was well past 12 before they had finished the larger of the paperwork. Eames knew she had covered the greater of it work but she wasn't bitter at all. His mind was elsewhere; it had been for the last month.
"Goren, lets go. There's only a bit left and I will clear that up on Monday."
"You shouldn't have to do that."
"Really, what does it matter?"
He resultantly surrendered with a shrug. "Ok, if it doesn't worry you."
"Please let me give you a lift home then." He asked, wanting to make good his languor.
"Alright then." She replied, as he slid on her coat. Bobby trailed her down the stairs, switching off lights as he left. She walked slowly, as if she wanted him to meet her side. The grey concrete of the steps disappeared, one after the other, eventually giving way to the plateau of pavement. The wall of crisp air hit Bobby as he caught her up outside. The drops of rain shot down from the sky, forming creeks, rivers and oceans in the pavement. He looked at Alex, standing under the cover of the building overhang, her little nose already crimson from the cold.
"Wet out." She spoke with a grin. And looked at her beige suede boots with despondence, and the ocean that was swarming around them.
"Ya think." He retorted, sliding a hand from the shelter of the building and studying the elements. He watched the water trickle in streams to the pool growing in his palm. He shook the droplets free and turned his glance back to Eames, hugging herself in the bitter cold.
"I'll go get the car, and met you back here?" He suggested.
"No way, I'm not standing here alone." She protested, surveying the surroundings.
"I guess." Goren said, pulling off his jacket.
"What now, Sherlock?" She asked grinning.
"I'm being a gentleman." Lifting the jacket over her head, forming a tent.
"Oh."
"Now," he spoke, his voice a comic authority "We run for it."
Alex nodded. "Go!" she laughed, catching him unawares as she shot off. She was in stitches as they dodged puddles in vain, Bobby struggling to keep her under cover and on her feet at the same time. By the time they reached the car, they were both drowned and exhausted but neverless beaming.
"Your wet." Bobby said with seemingly rare grin.
"And your not?" Alex replied.
"Just a little" he said with a smirk, opening the car door for her as he continued to shelter her from the elements.
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Bobby pulled up at her apartment. And smiled a goodbye to her.
"You don't want to come up for a bit. Goodbye coffee?" She offered
"Eames, I'm going for a week. Its hardly infinite."
"And I'm going to get so much work done without you."
They exchanged grins, until he finally submit and took off his seatbelt. It was now well past one but he hadn't felt so awake in a long time. He followed her up the steps, and into her apartment. Pulling off his sopping shoes and socks.
The hallway trailed into a series of rooms, all of deep warm colours. Earthen reds and vermilions, lit up with lights reflection on the white ceilings and floorboards. "Its very nice, Alex."
"Thanks." She replied.
She led him into the kitchen, and started the coffee. "So where are you disappearing off to for a week?"
"Just to see some old army mates." He replied, gazing around the rooms.
The silence hung stagnant for a while.
"I just want to think about something else for a while." He finished.
She nodded. Handing him a mug and wiping a raindrop from his nose with her soft hands. "I think I'll manage a week." She said with a grin.
Bobby couldn't help but smile, but it still seemed uneasy.
"Are you alright?" She asked, reading his eyes like a diary.
"Yeah. I'm getting better." He replied, shifting his gaze around the room. Alex leaned in and kissed him gently on the lips, electric yet subtle, her hand gently surrounding his upper neck.
"I'm glad." She whispered. Her eyes shone, every word spoken more and more natural. She seemed surreal.
He leaned down to her, gently returning it. Brushing her lips so softly they tickled. Engulfing her into a hug, he murmured. "Me too."
"Your wet." She whispered into his ear.
"I'm sorry." He apologised.
"I don't mind."
"It's better I'm going, anyway." He said, breaking away.
"Not yet?" Her brilliant eyes appealed to him.
"Not yet." He agreed, smiling intently as she took his hands, enclosing them in her own.
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He lay in bed, Alex wrapped in his arms, and her head nestled on his chest. A smile lighting on her face even as she slept, and it could have been the most satisfying thing he had ever seen. He freed one arm and covered her ivory shoulders with the lilac sheets. He stroked Alex's light brown hair, as she rose and fell with his breathing. And all he could hear was the rain, the smooth consistent sound of comfort.
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Disclamer: i don't own em, blah blah blah. And ya don't wanna sue me, as Nicole would put it, I ain't got a pot 2 piss in!
Hmmmm, hope that wasn't too disastrously terrible. I'm not a G/E shipper, but anywho, I just hope it aint toooo fluffy. Plz review, even if u hated it, constructive criticism is fantastic so pick away. I don't know bout a chap 2, maybe it could happen. :S ideas & help appreciated!!! Tonnes of thanx 2 Black Storm, Kate & Kahlia!