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Part 4

Alex gave a little jump from Bobby's sudden outburst. Stopping from cleaning up the last remaining droplets of coffee on her skin, she whipped her head around and looked at Bobby, confused and slightly freaked out. "You know what?"

Bobby's face reflected the same emotions as Alex's. He stood there and looked around the apartment, still hearing the sound of the beeping alarm.

This is usually the part where I wake up. What the hell is going on?

A moment of silence and stillness passed through the entire apartment. Alex was worried about Bobby and Bobby was worried about himself. Finally Alex's voice sliced through the eerie mood of the apartment. "Bobby…earth to Bobby, are you still with us?"

The words Alex spoke, as one would say, went through one ear and directly out the other. The only sound that banked in Bobby's head was the apparently immortal alarm clock. Focusing, he followed the beeping to one of the kitchen windows that faced the front of the building. The cool morning air hit his face as he threw open the window.

It can't be the clock. I pulverized the fucking thing! It must be the Michael Meyers of alarm clocks.

Bobby stuck his torso out the window, his detective senses tingling.

Meanwhile, Alex just watched Bobby as the top half of her partner disappears out the window, leaving his firm bottom and long legs behind for her viewing pleasure.

Boy, does he have a nice ass, she thought as her cheeks started to blush a little. She easily fought away the warmness in her face and took notice of Bobby's legs. Long legs, massive frame, big hands and feet, I wonder if those aren't the only parts of him that are big. At this thought, Alex gave a little giggle and a slight grin spread across her face. She recalled the jokes made by her and the other female detectives in the squad room about Detective Robert Goren's other "special talent."

Bobby discovered that the phantom alarm clock was not the source of the beeping, but that of a construction truck across the street. Knowing the origin of the haunting noise brought relief to Bobby, but another thought quickly raced into his mind.

So, this isn't a dream after all. But then that means…"Alex really is standing half naked in my kitchen," he said just upon a whisper.

The urge to run back to Alex bolted through Bobby so quickly that as he went to retreat back into the apartment, he hit the back of his head on the window. A painful "ahhhh" escaped his lips.

Within a second after his more recent clumsy moment of the day, Alex quickly comforted Bobby. With one hand taken hold of his arm and the other examining the growing lump on Bobby's head, Alex guided Bobby over to a chair. "Are you ok?"

Wincing as Alex touched his sore skull, Bobby replied, "I'll be alright. You start getting use to the concussions after awhile when you're this tall."

Alex smiled. "Tall is one thing I'll never get to experience unless I go back to wearing stilettos. As for the concussion, I guess I'll have just keep you awake."

Bobby looked at her at the comment she just made and sworn that she gave him a wink. Then she turned and went to the fridge and started gathering some ice in a towel for his head.

She didn't wink. You just imagined it. With all the things you been thinking lately, imagination is the most logical explanation, even though logic left with Alex's shirt.

She returned to him and laid the pack gently on his head, his hand reaching up to hold it in place. "After all this excitement, I hope you have enough energy for tonight," Alex said.

…Don't drool!…

"What?"

Speaking is good.

"Well I came over to ask if you wanted to go out with me and a some friends tonight. We're suppose to hit some clubs tonight," Alex replied.

Keep doing that speaking thing.

"Um, sure. Sounds good," said Bobby.

"Good," Alex said. "Then I'll see you tonight." She started walking toward the door, stopped, and looked down. "You mind if I borrow a shirt? As much as I would like to give those construction guys across the street a show, it is cold."

"Help yourself," Bobby said, keeping salivation at low levels. With that Alex disappeared out of the kitchen and hit the bedroom.

Alex. Half naked. In my bedroom right now. I really regret not having a little spy camera in there somewhere.

Alex reappeared wearing a plain, dark blue T-shirt which was a few sizes too big for Alex's tiny body. "See you later and thanks for the shirt." And with that she was out the door and gone.

Bobby, after the shock wore off, got up and headed for the bathroom in search for something to help his throbbing head. One his way to the end of the hallway, he passed his bedroom and noticed something unusual out of the corner of his eye. As he entered the room, he found something that did not belong to him laying on his bed. He reached over and picked up a lacy, black bra which Alex had been wearing.

………ah………

TBC…

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