Trish impatiently watched the clock.
A habit that she'd grown into on Friday afternoons, ever since she had baited Bobby some three months earlier. She couldn't wait for the work week to end and begin the weekend with her gorgeous detective. She sometimes felt a pang of guilt about the way she had seduced him, but she was quite pleased with the way things turned out. She HAD used herself as the bait and, just as she had hoped and dreamed, Bobby fell for her, hook, line and sinker. They had easily fallen into a comfortable pattern of spending weekends together, mostly at Trish's apartment – but sometimes at Bobby's.
On that very first Friday night, she had cooked for him, waited on him hand and foot and spoiled him rotten – just as she'd always dreamed of doing. They talked for hours over dinner and dessert, and into the wee hours of the morning, getting to better know each other, from childhood stories right through the events of the day.
Trish was, again, the initiator when their evening took a romantic turn. She had checked her watch: 3:00 a.m. Trish slid her hand down the length of Bobby's arm, entwining their fingers; she rose from the couch, gave him an inviting smile and asked, "are you ready for bed?" A slight smile crept across Bobby's lips, hoping that he correctly understood the intent of her question, but Trish also noticed the little furrowing of Bobby's eyebrows. He always made that expression when he was thinking. Trish realized that he was still trying to decipher the true meaning of her inviting question and, ever the gentleman, Bobby waited for Trish to give him the clarification he so wanted. His answer came when Trish lowered herself back to the couch, straddling Bobby's lap. He reveled in the soft touch of her hands as she caressed his cheeks; as his eyes closed, he felt the warmth of her breath approach his lips, and her lips' softness as their mouths met in a deep exploring kiss, that grew ever more hungry with their passion.
Trish relished the memory of their first night together; how Bobby had carrier her from the sofa to the bedroom, where they made love, talked, laughed and made love again, until the first light of day. They slept contentedly, entwined, well into Saturday. And then did it all again.
Bobby's happiness over his new relationship was evident, especially to Deakins and Eames, who knew him best. He finally had a woman who understood him – who didn't seem to even notice his quirks, who didn't get angry when he had to work overtime on a case and (perhaps of most importance to Bobby), one who didn't grow jealous or bitchy because of the close relationship he had with his partner, Eames. Many times, Bobby found himself contemplating how Trish was a perfect match for him; how long he had waited to be part of a couple–it somehow made him feel more "normal."
"Finally," Trish sighed. "I thought 5 o'clock would never get here!" Trish and her co-worker, Dorothy gathered their purses and lunch-hour shopping purchases and headed for the door.
"G'night, Captain, have a good weekend" they simultaneously chimed to Capt. McClaren.
Never naming names, Trish and Dorothy chatted about their weekend plans on the ride down to the lobby. Bobby liked to keep his private business private and he and Trish had promised each other from the beginning that they would tell only the people closest to them, people they trusted, about their relationship. For Bobby, that meant Eames and Deakins. For Trish, it was Dorothy. Trish suspected that her boss, Jack McClaren knew, too, but he hadn't heard it from her– probably from Deakins– but Jack never asked Trish directly and she never told.
The elevator doors opened at the lobby, spilling its riders into the already crowded sea of people anxious to start their weekends, as well.
Trish and Dorothy continued chatting and, rounding the corner, saw MSC's best Detectives approaching.
"Poor Bobby," Trish thought... "He has to work 'til 6."
They gave each other a slight smile...a knowing glance, as they passed in opposite directions.
Bobby gave Trish a little wink; the one she knew meant "See ya' in a little while, Baby...I can't wait."
As they approached the exit, Dorothy let out an exasperated sigh, "T-G-I-F."
Trish nodded in concurrence. Her smile broadened as she replied, "You're not kidding."
Trish thought to herself: "TGIF, indeed: T(hat) G(oren) I(s) F(antastic).
END.
