There's a quote in here from "Tombraider". It's not mine.
Alex caught Bobby glancing at her as she got changed. "Stop it."
"But…"
"Stop."
"I just don't want you to get hurt."
"The feeling's mutual."
There was a knock on the door.
"That'll be the Feds," Alex said. She went to the front door and her eyes widened when she saw Clara and Ted. "Uh, hi."
Clara smiled at her, walking inside, Ted following her. "I'm Agent Rachel Myers and this is Agent Jack Myers," she introduced as they showed their ID's.
"Your name isn't Clara?" Bobby asked. He turned to Alex. "I'm mildly disappointed. It seemed like such an apt name for a HMEH."
Rachel grinned. "That's why I picked it."
"So you're really married?" Alex asked.
Jack nodded. "Seven years."
"And I've only shot him once on purpose." At Alex and Bobby's looks, Rachel chuckled. "Kidding."
"Anyway, we brought guns," Jack said, holding up his bag.
"Nice house warming present," Rachel intoned.
Alex seized on one, instantly strapping it to her body. She let out a sigh of relief.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" Rachel asked.
Alex glanced at her, a small smile on her face. "Yeah."
Rachel nodded. "This'll feel better." She tossed something to Alex.
Alex opened her hand, smiling. "My badge."
"Yours too," Jack said, handing Bobby his badge. "Thought you might be feeling a bit lost without them."
"You have no idea," Bobby said, clipping his on.
"So, you guys know the plan?" Rachel asked.
Bobby nodded. "We go in, make small talk, try and get a confession. You guys come in later, take them down."
"In other words, the Feds take all the glory," Alex smirked.
"Yeah, yeah," Jack said. "As if we haven't heard all that from the cops before."
"Hide your badges somewhere," Rachel reminded them. "Remember, you're going in as civilians, not cops."
Alex and Bobby glanced at each other as they put their badges away.
"We're always cops," Alex replied.
Jessie Graham opened the door to Alex and Bobby. "Hi!"
Alex smiled up at the woman. "Hi. We just thought we'd pop over. It seems so rude that everyone comes and visits us, and yet we never return the favor."
Jessie said nothing for a moment, but soon smiled. "It's not rude at all. But we love having company." She opened the door a little wider. "Come in. I'll just go find Matthew."
When she was gone, Alex turned around to face Bobby. "Into the belly of the beast."
Bobby grinned innocently back at her. "And out of the demon's ass."
Alex chuckled and they made their way into the lounge room. Jessie soon came out to join them.
"Sorry about that. Matt's working on something in the basement."
Bobby and Alex had a fairly good idea about what Matt was working on in the basement, but they kept their thoughts to themselves.
"Can I get you anything?" Jessie asked. "Tea, coffee?"
"Coffee sounds good," Alex said. She rested a hand on Bobby's arm. "Ben?"
"I'll have one too, please," Bobby agreed.
"Can I help?" Alex asked, as Jessie got up.
Jessie shook her head. "No. Won't be a moment."
After she left the room, Alex leant back on the couch. Bobby smiled and leant back beside her.
"They're going to come back with guns, right?" Alex whispered, turning to face him.
"Hmm. Probably." His hand went to caress her face, brushing some hair away. "Have I ever mentioned how much I like you with long hair?"
Alex smiled at him. "I don't think so."
Bobby leant forward and kissed her gently. "Well, I do."
"I'll keep that in mind."
As much as they flirted with each other, their senses were acutely aware of any other movement in the room, as they waited for Jessie or Matt to arrive. Both of them had one hand hovering over their guns.
The two were quiet for a moment, suspicious of the silence in the house.
"I can't even hear the coffee machine going," Alex muttered.
"Should we go ask them why they forgot our coffee?" Bobby asked.
"Sounds good to me," Alex said, as they stood up.
Guns drawn at the ready, they began to move through the house. The kitchen was empty.
"Guess no coffee for us." Alex turned to Bobby. "Downstairs?"
Bobby nodded and they rounded the hallway. Alex was in the lead, passing by closed doors.
All of a sudden, one swung open, hitting her in the head and shoving her to the ground. Bobby aimed his gun and let off a shut, just missing as Jessie Graham clambered downstairs.
"Shit!" Alex growled, her hand going to her head.
"Alex?" Bobby slid down beside her.
"I'm fine. Get the Feds and get the bitch."
Bobby lingered a moment longer, before disappearing downstairs after the woman. Alex groaned and tried to heave herself up.
Bobby rounded the corner downstairs, seeing Jessie packing up drugs.
"Give it up," Bobby murmured.
Jessie turned around, scowling when she saw him. "Detective Goren."
"Well, at least we know each other's names. That formality is over. Now stick your hands in the air."
Jessie slowly lifted her hands up, her eyes widening as the two FBI agents rounded the corner.
"Where's the other one?" Rachel asked.
Jessie said nothing as Jack cuffed her.
"Where is he?" Bobby asked her, pressing the gun against Jessie's temple.
"Probably upstairs with your partner," Jessie spat out.
Before anyone could tell him otherwise, Bobby bolted upstairs, looking for Alex.
