A/N: Short, one shot fic that came to me after spending the afternoon watching CI reruns… Hey I guess that's what you get when you stay home sick from school, where you actually be doing that's worth your time. In other words, handing in an essay you got up at 4am to write. But noooooo! My body decided to make me sick again! hiss Anyway, hope you enjoy the fic!
Disclaimer: No, I sadly do not own them… sniff
Summary: Post-ep for Sound Bodies. Bobby's POV. Major BA shippyness. Okay, tweaked a bit to make it fit how I want it to fit.
He was right.
Reality catches up with everyone. And that's what it was doing to him.
Reality was hitting him like a truck. Alex wasn't there. No matter how many times he told himself that she'd walk through that door, grinning and making some smart-ass comment about whatever he happened to be wearing, she wouldn't. He sighed, and leant further over the railing. He wouldn't jump, he just liked to look at the city lights in the night sky.
He took a deep breath, and looked at the void that was once the World Trade Centre. He remembers the day like it was yesterday. Women screaming, children crying. No-one knowing what was going on. Yet the entire NYPD was there, doing their best. He remembers that night, Alex fell asleep on his chest, eyes red from crying, cheeks tear-stained. He remembers holding her as she cried, not knowing what to say.
He heard footsteps behind him, but didn't turn around. He already knew who it was.
"What are you doing here?" He asked the woman, who had her hand on her almost bursting belly.
"I'm worried about you, Bobby. C'mon, let's go home." Alex said in her soft, yet strong voice. She placed a gentle hand on his arm, but he pulled away angrily.
"Alex, please… Just go away." He mumbled. She sighed, and leaned against the railing next to him.
"Bobby, please… What's wrong?" She asked, smiling softly. He turned to face her, and all he saw was a woman who hated him.
"Ally… I know you hate me, that's why you left…" He said so quietly, she had to lean in to hear him properly. She smiled, and wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Bobby, I could never hate you… Why do you think I left? Because I wanted to? If it were completely up to me I would still be working. But because of the rules, I have to go on leave until… one week after the baby's born. Then you get me back." She said, kissing him lightly on the cheek. He wrapped his arms around her tiny frame, and rested his head on the top of hers.
"I'd rather have you than Bishop any day." He whispered into her hair. She laughed, and looked up at him.
"I'm glad you think that!" She said, slapping him on the chest playfully, then snuggled back in. The cold December air was biting at her exposed skin, and she shivered. He took off his jacket, and draped it over her shoulders, pulling her closer to him.
"Hey, Ally… Let's go home." He said, smiling. She nodded, not making a sound. The pair walked downstairs, and walked home, Bobby's arm around Alex's shoulder, and Alex's arm around Bobby's waist.
Reality catches up with everyone. And that's what it did. Bobby Goren realized that his wife… His Alex, would never leave him.
The End…
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