"Such a charming place." Bobby mumbled, sarcastically. They were on their way to the Radisson Hotel where the reunion was being held; tonight. The traffic was backed up, as it was morning rush hour. Goren was getting edgy from the lack of sleep from their charter flight, upstate, they had taken late last night.
Alex hated when she had to deal with him in this mood.
When they found the hotel after an hour drive they both sank into their beds for a few hours rest. By one o'clock they were walking across the street to the Java Joint to get lunch and meet Rodney and Max.
"This is where Rodney and I and a couple of others used to hang out after school. It had the best coffee and selection of music, believe it or not." Alex told Bobby with just a little too much enthusiasm in her voice.
Bobby could tell she was nervous; she did this cute thing with her hands behind her back. "Come on Eames, let's go inside, I want to meet your best friend." He told her.
"Bobby, she was my best friend in high school. You know damn well you're my best friend now, you big oaf!"
Goren grinned and opened the door for her. They had worn their work clothes; it was hard to get out of the habit. It was even harder to find non-work clothes in their closets.
Alex spotted her friend in record time. She was hard to miss with her flaming red hair. They would have made quite a pair back in high school. Alex took his hand in an absentminded gesture.
Bobby gave it a squeeze for assurance before she pulled him over to the table. They didn't notice the gesture, Rodney did.
"Alex!" Rodney jumped up to give her friend a hug.
"Rod, you're strangling me, I'm glad to see you too." Alex said, laughing.
"Alexandra Eames, this is my husband, Maxwell Davies, Max meet Alex." Rodney announced.
"Nice to meet you Max." Alex said as she and Bobby scooted into the other side of the booth.
"Rod, Max, I'd like you to meet my partner and friend, Robert Goren, Bobby meet my friend Rodney and her husband Maxwell Davies."
"Hey, nice to meet you Robert!" Rodney told him.
"Just call me Bobby." He shook Max's hand.
Rodney was glancing back and forth between him and Alex.
"Rod, drop it, we're not involved." Alex growled.
Rodney only smiled.
"So are you going to tell everyone you're a cop? I mean come on, who would've ever thought that you, Miss Perfect, were going to become one of those, what with your dad and all. That's something they would expect out of me, the wild child of our high school duet." Rodney asked.
"Miss Perfect?" Bobby teased.
"Shut up, Goren." Alex grumbled.
"Yeah, Alex was voted most likely to become an actress. I, on the other hand was voted most likely to get a dangerous job and die before I was 30." Rodney told him.
Bobby couldn't contain his laughter.
"No, I'm still sticking to the doctor story. Bobby..." Alex gave him a you-better-behave-yourself glare, he looked even more amused. She hadn't told him their cover story yet. She be damned if she let those people know what she really did. "He's a psychologist. We're going as a couple for show. They don't need to know any more than that."
Rodney was even more amused. This was going to be interesting. When they left Rodney turned to her husband and said. "You would think that they're married."
"I know." Max agreed.