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. Also I do not own the poem the poem A Dream Within A Dream, for that was created by Edgar Allen Poe. Obviously it belongs to Edgar Allen Poe, not me. Duh. As fate will have it, I will never own any of the ideas belonging to either of these two, now matter how hard I wish.

Part 3

Take this kiss upon the brow!

And, in parting from you now,

Thus much let me avow—

You are not wrong, who deem

That my days have been a dream;

Yet if hope has flown away

In a night, or in a day,

In a vision, or in none,

Is it therefore the less gone

All that we see or seem

Is but a dream with in a dream.

Not only was it bad during the day, but he could not control his thoughts of Alex at night either. He was about to call them obsessive thoughts but remembered the psychological definition of obsessive was repetitious, unwanted thoughts, and he could not bring himself to call them unwanted. He knew that it was completely inappropriate to fantasy Alex in her old Vice outfits, taking her into some dark alley near by, and ravage her body. He knew it was wrong to sneak into Deakin's office and see how long they could go at it on their captain's desk before being caught. But the fact that he shouldn't be thinking it made it all the better to keep on fantasizing it.

After the brutal homicide of his alarm clock, Bobby stuff the evidence of the crime into a bag and made his way outside to the front of his building to stuff it in the garbage. While making his way down the stairs, Bobby kept mumbling to himself making his neighbors think that the cop next store had one to many to drink. "It's my day off...why did I set the alarm?" The chill of the early morning made Bobby shiver even before walking through the two glass doors that separated the interior from the busy city. Standing on the stairs that lead up to the building, he took aim at the almost full garbage cans that lined the edge of the sidewalk. Holding up the bag of fractured chips and wires, he prepared to shoot it into the cans. "He shoots..." The bag flew through the air, noise coming from the rattling of the pieces inside. The bag was closing in on its target. It hit the rim of the garbage can and slid down the side of it, slamming into the sidewalk. "Ugg." A long time had past since his basketball playing days. Apparently, too much time Bobby thought to himself.

"...And he misses," said a voice. Bobby, a little jumpy and embarrassed, looked up the sidewalk to find Alex standing there. She was making her way to Bobby's when she saw him come outside, not noticing her, and decided to watch the game from the sidelines. It was her day off too and she was wearing a pair of black, boot-cut jeans that comfortably hugged her hips and a dark blue, girl-fit shirt, along with a grin of her face from the blown play.

Bobby took his gaze from Alex and fixed it on the bag that contained the broken clock. At first he wasn't sure if he was awake or if it was yet another dream. Being the smart man he was, he figured if it was another Alex/sex dream, she would probably be spooning him at this point. So he really was awake and Alex really was standing there. He went to turn his eyes back to Alex, to find that she was now climbing up the steps, walking closer and closer to him. He felt a quick tingle of both excitement and panic shoot through him and he accidentally blurted out "What do you want?" It wasn't said in a rude tone, more like a tone a startled child would use when questioning an approaching threat.

Alex, taken back more by the squeal than the words spoken, stopped on the second to last step up. Her eye brows squished to the center of her face above her nose, forming the look of confusion. Before the words came a half chuckle and then "what?"

Get a grip Bobby, he thought. He closed his eyes a moment and cleared his throat. "Sorry. What I meant to-to say was 'what brings you hear so early?'."

Another smile spread across Alex's face, "Sounds like you need to lay off the caffeine. I didn't think your brain had any loose connections to be wired." Bobby smiled back at her, his nerves calming down. "Anyway, I came over to talk to you. Think we can go upstairs?"

"Yeah, sure." He turned around and opened the door. "Ladies first." Alex kept on smiling and walked past Bobby. Bobby could feel the warmth coming off of her small frame and the sweet smell of her perfume floated into his nose. If his nose had its way, it would be taking in all the scents of her, but since Bobby was in control, he kept control. He turned to walk in after her and enough power to subdue the desires of his nose, but not his eyes. Once more his line of sight went from his eyes to Alex's tight bottom. His vision was so focused that he could count every stitch on the back of her jeans. As she walked through the second door, Bobby got a feeling that she knew that Bobby was looking because he swore that she put a little extra energy into her switch.

Bobby turned the coffee maker off and took hold of the handle on the coffee pot. Alex was digging for two clean coffee mugs out the cabinet. She took hold of two dark blue ones and gently placed one for Bobby on the counter and kept her mug in hand. Bobby noticed how graceful she was even when do the simplest of things. "So what was it you wanted to talk about?"

As Bobby went to pour some coffee into Alex's cup, a sudden thought randomly popped into his head. I wonder what colour bra she's wearing. Apparently Bobby's randy neurons are directly linked to his clumsy ones because in his attempt to get the coffee from point A to point B, it took a short cut to point C, which just happened to be most of Alex's shirt and a few spots on her pants.

The both of them jumped backwards as the coffee that didn't land on Alex made its way to the floor. Luckily for Alex's flesh, the coffee was only slightly warm and instead of being anger, she put on an 'I can't believe that happened' smile. "Like I said, you need to lay off the caffeine."

Bobby did not share the same amusement that Alex felt. Instead he was in a state of embarrassment and 'I can't believe I did that'. As a reflex to this feeling to stupidity, he started rummaging through drawers for a rag or towel to clean up the mess. He managed to find one in the bottom-most drawer and had to bring his giant-sized body down to the floor to retrieve it. Upon returning to the thinner air of his usually atmosphere, Bobby found himself facing an amazing new landscape. Alex was stripping herself of her coffee soaked shirt, revealing a lacy black bra and a lot of soft, bare skin.

Bobby couldn't believe what he was seeing. He stood there awe struck as drool started to form a deep puddle in his mouth and was on the brink of overflowing and running down his chin. He had the look of an anime character that just saw the greatest panty shot in the universe. If he really was such a cartoon character, he would be bent over, bluish in the face, having a nose bleed and a little extra animation floating above his head; and possibly also a funny little noise to go along with it.

She threw the shirt onto the counter and proceeded to fluff and then pushed back her hair. She acted as though this was normal to do in front of Bobby. Like it was just another day to just start taking of articles of clothing in front of her partner. She looked at Bobby and noticed the towel in his hand. He had every intention of giving it to her but he was frozen like a statue. Alex moved toward Bobby and grabbed the towel out of his hand. "Thanks." Even when spoken to, he still was frozen solid and didn't reply.

He watched her as she rubbed the towel over her wet skin, while her focus remained on her abdomen, making sure she soaked up every last drop coffee. Though she didn't seem to notice Bobby watching her, he knew that she was aware. She has to know I'm watching. She's standing half naked in my kitchen for crying out loud! Does she like me watching her or something? I wish I was that towel!

Still without looking up at Bobby, Alex started to talk. "Hey Bobby could you…"

Bobby's mind continued to race with a million thoughts per second. Could I do you? Make sweet love to you? Rub oil over every inch of your body? Oh good, a black bra! Guess that answers my question. She looks like a miniature Wonder Woman!

Bobby was praying that if this was all a dream, please God don't let me wake up. Then he heard a familiar noise. It was low at first and then starting growing louder. The sound floated through the air and landed in his ears.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

"I KNEW IT," Bobby shouted.

I stand amid the roar

Of a surf-tormented shore,

And I hold within my hand

Grains of the golden sand—

How few! Yet how they creep

Through my fingers to the deep,

While I weep—while I weep!

O God! Can I not grasp

Them with a tighter clasp?

O God! Can I not save

One from the pitiless wave?

Is all that we see or seem

But a dream within a dream?

TBC…because one I'm lazy and two cliffhangers are evil, therefore I must use them. 

Sorry it took so long to finally get another chapter up. School has been killer but I fully intend to finish what I started, and finish it good. Since my break is next week, and I have nothing better to do with my life, expect more soon. Toodles.

moof

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