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Whenthey arrived home, Bobby hung up their coats.
"I enjoyed myself," Alex said.
"You sound surprised."
"I am. I never figured I'd be one for dinner in the 'burbs."
"I was surprised too,"; Bobby admitted. "Dinner in my family was always so awkward...when we actually shared it."
"When I was younger, it was always about an argument. Particularly over whose turn it was to clean up."
Bobby smirked. "I would have liked to be in your family. It sounds like fun."
"Arguing is fun."
"It is when we do it."
Alex chuckled. "That is true."
"Alex..."
"I know."
Bobby swallowed a lump and nodded. "So."
"So."
He reached out, his hands resting on her hips. They slid just underneath her shirt, caressing her soft skin.
Alex's eyes raised up to look at him. His hands traveled around behind to cup her butt and he lifted her up, pressing her against the wall.
Her arms went around his neck and their lips crashed together.
Bobby groaned into the kiss, pressing harder against her. When the kiss broke, he found her neck, sucking the soft skin into his mouth. "Bedroom,"he whispered against her.
"Hurry," was the urgent reply, her hands raking down his back.
At her words, Bobby lifted her against him, taking her into the bedroom and letting her fall to the bed. His body joined her and their lips met in a deep kiss.
Alex's impatient hands snaked up underneath his shirt, a smirk playing at her lips as she caressed the warm skin underneath. Deciding it was taking entirely too long for them to get undressed, her fingers went to the buttons of the shirt, working furiously at them until she pushed the shirt over his shoulders.
Alex's fingers trembled against his back. She slid her leg between his, and surprised Bobby when she snuggled into his body.
His arm went around her, stroking her hair.
"Sleep." he whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
"WHAT did you say?"Deakins asked, folding his arms.
"I said, the situation is getting a little more complicated," Connors explained.
"What do you mean?" Carver asked. "Complicated how?"
"We have two undercover cops stationed out there. We didn't receive intelligence until yesterday about our minor problem."
"What minor problem?" Deakins asked, getting increasingly agititaed.
"Central to the Narcotics case, that may I remind you, YOUR detectives busted into, is a corrupt cop and his lawyer wife." Connors flipped open his file. "They're in bed big time with the drug lords that are currently after your two detectives. I have two undercover Feds stationed out there, who are keeping an eye on that couple."
"I'm getting a headache," Deakins said, opening a bottle of pain pills.
"So, the place you sent Detectives Goren and Eames to, has actually turned out to be the place where your two marks are?" Carver said, trying to make sense of the situation.
"In a manner of speaking."
"Speak plainly."
"Our job was to turn what your two detectives did into an advantage. They busted into an operation, so now they're being watched by the marks."
"You turned them into bait?" Deakins cried. "And you didn't tell them?"
"You told me that Eames has done undercover before. And Goren, while a little unhinged, isn't an idiot."
"That's no excuse. You can't just throw them into a situation like that without any warning," Carver told him.
"And take away their guns while you're at it," Deakins reminded Connors.
"Look, they have two of my guys on the marks at all times. If the marks make a go at your detectives, we'll get them."
"Which is what you're hoping for anyway. What's going to happen if my two detectives get killed?" Deakins asked.
"Look, none of this would have to happen if your detectives didn't stick their nose into other jurisdictions."
Carver sighed. "What are the names of the two marks?"
"That's..."
"Don't feed me the classify bullshit," Deakins said. "If you're putting Eames and Goren in danger, at least give me the right to know who the hell they're up against."
Connors glanced at him and Carver for a moment. "Neither of the names leaves this room. And if I find you poking your nose into this case, so help me god..."
"Give us the names," Carver said.
Connors nodded. "Matthew and Jessica Graham."
TBC