Alex awoke the next morning, feeling something very peculiar pressed against her. She rolled over, only to collide with the muscled, warm chest of her partner…and his morning erection.
"Oh hell," she murmured to herself, moving away as fast as she could. That was just going to make things complicated.
Bobby awoke at the sound of her movement, and his eyes slowly roamed over her body. Sleep mussed hair, and that gorgeous Yankees shirt, barely skimming her knees. And she was blushing.
Alex Eames looked cute when she blushed.
"Uh, Bobby…we ah…. maybe I should sleep on the couch."
"It's a big bed, Emily."
Alex nodded. "Yeah, it is. Except somehow during the night, we kept moving onto each other's sides."
Bobby then realised what the problem was. Cursing under his breath, he pulled the covers over him. "Right. Eames…Emily, I'm sorry, I should…"
She put up a hand, a small smile gracing her lips. "It's okay. Biology, I know. I'm uh…I'm going to head for the shower. Is that okay?"
Bobby nodded. "Sure. No problem."
After her shower, Alex found herself in the kitchen, looking through the cupboards for items to make something for breakfast. She heard the shower still going and wryly wondered if it was a hot or a cold shower.
Alex berated herself for letting her mind wander, and instead focused back on making breakfast.
She put some toast in the toaster and began scrambling some eggs. After locating a pan, she warmed the oven up and began to cook.
By the time breakfast was ready, Bobby had appeared.
"You made breakfast."
"Well, I figured it was only fair. You made dinner."
"Thanks," Bobby said, sitting down at the table.
Alex sat across from him and they began their breakfast.
"I was thinking we should go into town today. Perhaps stock up on some food and see where our jobs are."
Alex nodded. "Okay."
"Alex…about this morning…"
"It's not a big deal, Bobby. I was married, I haven't been a nun for my entire life." She looked up at him. "These things happen."
"You make it sound like an accident," Bobby grumbled under his breath.
Her eyes widened for a moment and stared at him. "Wasn't it?"
"What? Yes, god, yes of course it was. I just meant…" Bobby rubbed his face. "Sorry. I…I'll start cleaning up."
Alex pushed her seat back. This was getting VERY uncomfortable.
Alex sat silently as Bobby drove them into the town. She shouldn't be this uncomfortable around her partner. She'd been through enough life threatening situations to know that she was safe with him.
But it's not that, is it Alex?
She cursed under her breath. Not now. Now was NOT a good time to think about her partner in her bed…damn.
Bobby sent her a sideways glance. "Are you okay?"
Her eyes looked up at him. "Sure. Of course I am." She folded her arms defensively. "Why wouldn't I be?"
"No reason," Bobby answered, parking the car. "You just seem a little on edge."
Alex arched an eyebrow. "Bobby. We're in witness protection. We're pretending to be married. There's a mob hit out on us. Aren't you even a little on edge?"
He smiled slightly. "When you put it like that…"
Alex got out of the car. "Come on, Ben."
Deakins slammed the phone down in anger. "Son of a bitch!"
Carver paused in the doorway. "Problem?"
"The Feds aren't cooperating."
"With the detectives?" Carver arched an eyebrow. "What are you asking them to do?"
"Tell me where my two detectives are."
Carver sat down. "You don't know where they are?"
Deakins shook his head. "All they'll tell me is that Goren and Alex are in witness protection and are safe and together." He looked up. "You could try."
"I did. They're not saying." Carver folded his arms. "We're just going to have to wait."
Alex watched in amusement as Bobby made his way through the market with his cart. Their cart.
At first he had cursed and abused the contraption, but now they seemed to be at an understanding.
Now he was muttering as he made his way along the aisles, looking at the various things. He stopped when he got to the women's products. "Uh, Emily?"
Alex tried to stifle a giggle at his obvious discomfort. "Yes, dear?"
Bobby's eyes widened as he turned to her. He hadn't been expecting terms of endearment…but he'd just go with the flow. For now. "Uh, do we need anything in this aisle?"
Alex maintained a straight face. "No, we're good."
She watched him speed to the end of aisle with a smirk on her face, and she followed him to the end.
"Next aisle," she said, a small giggle emitting.
Bobby glanced back at her quickly. Was she teasing him? What the heck had gotten into her? Maybe it was the new surroundings. It was doing strange things to him too.
Very strange things indeed.
