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 2

It was dark out in the city, though the neon lights shined bright and the sound of music and chatter broke the silence of the night out on the street. Bobby was standing outside of a popular night club, popular made by the dozens or so people making their way inside, when his eyes became fixed upon a sexy little thing wearing black stilettos, fishnet stockings that ran up her long, muscular legs, a black leather mini skirt that just barely constituted as clothing and a dark red top that covered her breasts and half of her stomach and met up in the back with strings. Bobby became entranced by the figure that was so close, but still so far way from him. She entered the club and the next logical action he could think of was to follow after her.

Bobby ran from the street, past the bouncer preoccupied with two drunken guys going at it, and straight into the club. Running in at full sped as he had done was like driving a car into a wall. He was stopped by the wall of people crowded onto the dance floor, with no possible way to maneuver through it at a high speed. But this didn't stop Bobby at all. He wiggled over to a set of stairs that lead up to a second floor that over looked the dance floor and bar. With the image of his lady burned into his mind, the club turned into a giant size 'where's Waldo?' puzzle, searching for a Waldo with a red shirt and firm ass.

Take a quick glance over the bar, he did a double take and fixed his eyes at the one end of the bar. There she sat, legs crossed, drink in hand, getting rid of some pansy that had no chance in hell.

With target located, Bobby took the speed of a missile down the stairs and through the pile of dancers, knocking down whoever got in his way, moving in for the kill. He was now only a few feet away when he realized whom it was he was chasing. Alex looked irritated as she poured a shot of liquor over her red painted lips and into her mouth. She slams the shot glass down on the bar and turns toward the guy that is still trying to pick her up. "Listen buddy, back off," she yells.

"Come on baby, just one little dance won't hurt," the creep said, laying his hand on her shoulder.

She knocks his hand off of her. "You going see how much a dance with me will hurt if you don't get away from me."

Fire ignited in Bobby's eyes, rage filled his body. He couldn't believe that someone was treating Alex like that. His Alex. This guy had a big set of balls that was about to be ripped off. Bobby slipped in between where Alex was sitting and where the guy was standing, and leaned against the bar. In a very cool tone he said, "If you hadn't figured it out, she wants you to leave."

A brief expression of shock came across the guy's faced, followed by anger. "Listen dick head, why don't you mind…" As quickly as his words came out his mouth, they ran for cover just as fast as Bobby turned his entire body to face the guy. Compared to Bobby, this guy was a hobbit. Panic struck the guy as Bobby glared down on him with his dark eyes, tilted his head slightly, and said sternly "beat it". Knowing there was no way he could win against Bobby, the guy picked up his drink and sped off into the mass of people dancing.

Bobby watched the guy as he fled; still wanting to punch is face to the other side of his head. A small, gentile hand slid onto Bobby's shoulder and his anger slipped away. He turned around to face Alex, a vision of beauty. Smiling, she stood up and stretched her arms up around Bobby's neck and put her body against him. "I appreciate what you did." And she laid her head against his manly chest.

Bobby kind of already had the hint that she was grateful when she rubbed herself against him but he replied, "I'd do anything for you." And then wrapped his huge arms around her small frame.

Alex the pulled away a bit and looked up at his face. With a little mischievous grin on her face, she unlocked herself from him, grabbed his arm and started leading him to the back of the club.

Bobby, a little curious as to what she was up to, didn't fight her and let her take him. They wiggled through the crowd to an isolated corner in the back of the club. They walked up to an exit door and before pushing it open, Alex turned around, roughly grabbed Bobby's shirt, pulled him down to her lever and pushed her lips against his. Bobby, the great detective who knows a suspect's next move before they do, was still in stun mood as Alex continued to steal a kiss from him.

Alex released her grip of his shirt and lips and ran through door. Not wanting to lose her, he quickly followed behind her. As he ran through the door, the cold air of the night surrounded him and the sound of high heels hitting the ground caught his ear. Alex was walking down the middle of the alley. Before she could get any further, Bobby ran up behind her, spun her around and connected her lips to his once again. As he kissed her, Alex's lips pressed back against his.

As they kissed, Alex grabbed onto his shirt while he slipped his arms down around her waist. He then started to kiss on her neck and moved his hand down onto her thigh. Slowly he started to slide his hand up under her skirt and up her leg. His fingers inched up more and more. "Bobby, I want to tell you something…"

"Yes," he asked in the quick second he broke away from her skin. Now only a matter of few centimeters away.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Bobby shot up from his bed. He looked at the alarm clock next to his bed. "FUCK!" he yelled out. Then in a fit of anger, ripped the clock from it's spot on the table, reached way back, and threw it at the speed of a fastball against the wall. The clock shattered into a hundred little black plastic shards. Bobby hung his head down in disappointed and almost in a depressed manner stated, "damn it".