Disclaimer: I do not know any of the characters of stories of Law Order: CI, no matter how much I did. They all belong to the creative mastermind Dick Wolf.

Note: This little tale takes occurs sometime after the episode 'Collective'.

Part 1

Bobby keeps rolling back and forth in his bed, not being able to get the thought out of his head. Erotic asphyxiation. Him, Alex and that sex box. Ever since the case, all he can think about is him getting in it and Alex climbing in. It was too real to be just a fantasy. He could smell her hair, feel her skin touching his, taste her soft lips, hear her beeping? The alarm that he set for 6 a.m. was beeping away a few feet from his head. Bobby slammed his fist down on the clock, nearly turning it into a black, plastic pancake. "Damn alarm." Though he has mad that it was already time to get up, he was more pissed that the beeping interrupted him and Alex.

He tried to get up out of bed but the blankets coiled around him from all the tossing and turning. Roughly, he kicked them off and sat up on the edge of the bed. Taking a quick glance downward he noticed that apparently his brain wasn't the only thing thinking of Alex. "It's going to be a long morning."

It is a gloomy day outside of One Police Plaza and Bobby makes his way up to the Major Case department. He turns the corner from the elevators just in time to see Alex crouched down to the floor picking up so papers that spilled from the top of her desk. Bobby stops dead in his tracks and takes in the visual. Alex in her tight, black button up shirt that has the top buttons undone so at the current angle she is at you can see her lacy, dark blue bra. A puddle of drool started building up in the corner of Bobby's mouth and was on the brink of having a repeat of that morning when Alex looked up at him and smiled. "Are you just going to stand there and watch or you going to give me a hand?"

Alex's words shocked him back into reality and gave him a sudden rush of embarrassment like he was a kid again and had just gotten caught looking at his brother's porn magazines. He shook the feeling off and managed to get his legs to more. He wanted to answer her question with 'move to the right a little and undo that top button' but he managed a "sure" out.

"Throwing the files onto the floor is a quick way to get rid of the paperwork," Alex said smiling.

Bobby smiled but avoided eye contact with her. Just looking at her bra was making him hot so who knows what could happen if he looked into her eyes. He thought that it would be rather difficult despite all his smarts to explain to Deakins why he suddenly jumped on top of Alex and started dry humping her. He scooped up the last of the papers and laid them on Alex's desk.

"You look like you need some coffee. You're acting like a zombie," Alex stated, noticing the far outlook on Bobby's face. She knew the difference between his 'I'm a genius at work' face that she saw often during the workday and 'in another world completely' face that he had on now.

Before he could reply, Deakins walked out of his office toward the dynamic duo. "Another day, another case. We got a call from an owner at an antique shop in Queens saying that his newest shipment of items has been stolen. Just go down and check it out."

"Looks like you better make that coffee to go," Alex said, grabbing her jacket off the back of her chair and walking to the elevators. Bobby followed, watching her walk. Watching her petite frame shift from the left to the right with each stride she took. Once his brain realized what his eyes where doing he quickly shook his head.

"Get a hold of yourself Bobby, jeez," he said aloud to himself in a hushed whisper.

After a quick trip to Queens, the case was solved within a matter of minutes. Apparently the "stolen" shipment was being held hostage in the trunk of the owner's son's car. Bobby banked the case into his short-term memory, soon forgetting most of it, with the exception of the little African statues of naked, big bosomed women sitting on one of the selves in the store.

The rest of the day was all paperwork. With each word written down in the reports, another second ticked away on the time clock. As Bobby worked, all of the reports and cases just blended together. He fell into the groove of signing the paper, stuff it in the folder, sign the paper, and stuff it in the folder, over and over again. This continued till almost the end of the workday when he opened a particular folder with a familiar image held within it that he couldn't quite get out of his head. The carbon dioxide sex box. Bobby had the sudden need to go to the water cooler, rip off the container of cool water, and pour it over himself. He couldn't take it anymore. With each second he looked at the photo of the sex box went another article of Alex's clothing from her body until she was completely...

"Doing the deed without being able to breathe. Those geeks are pretty kinky people," Alex stated, noticing the picture of the box that Bobby has been staring at. Bobby broke his focus and looked up at Alex. All the things he wanted to do to her flashed before his eyes.

"Cutting off oxygen gives the sex a little extra kick," he replied.

"Talking from experience," she asked in a joking tone.

"I'd love to give you a firsthand show of it," he thought. He replied to her comment with his little boy smile, though tempted to reply differently.

The sun was setting and the sky was painted various oranges and reds. Bobby walked in silence down the hallway to his apartment, with the mental images of Alex replaying again and again in his mind. "I better figure out how to stop this if I want to be able to work with Eames and not picture her wearing a black, leather dominatrix outfit." As he laid in his bed, trying to figure out a plan of action to rid himself of his problem, his unconsciousness proved to be no help as he slipped into a sleepy twilight and began to dream.

TBC...

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