After showering and changing into a pair of black pants and white t-shirt Alex exits the bedroom. Toweling off her hair she watches Bobby tipping the man bringing their food order.
Bobby turns to see her standing there. "Why don't we just crash here?" He motions to the coffee table.
Alex shrugs. "Sure, why not?" She says as he sets their food on the coffee table. The two detectives sit down on the floor on opposite sides of the coffee table. Alex reaches for her salad as Bobby moves to hand it to her. Her hand brushes his and she pulls back. He sets it down in front of her. "Thank you." She mumbles as she opens the cover.
Looking up Alex notices Bobby giving her an odd look. "Bobby, why are you staring at me? Is there something wrong with my hair?" She asks, absentmindedly tucking a strand of wayward hair behind her ear.
"Do you think that would be the only reason why I would stare at you, Eames?" Bobby asks, softly, looking down as he opens his Styrofoam container of buffalo wings.
"No, I guess not." Alex eyes him then replies, stabbing her salad with her fork. "Even if I came into work with a Mohawk, even then I wouldn't expect you to stare." She takes a bite of salad. "So what do you think of Terry?"
"Nice enough I suppose." Bobby shrugs, picking up his orange juice and taking a sip. He smiles.
"Just nice?"Alex stares at him. "She's a knockout, Bobby."
"That she is. Charlie is a lucky guy." Bobby says, picking up a wing and taking a bite.
"I don't trust her." Alex says after she opens her bottle of water.
"What? Why would you say that? You just met her." Bobby gave her a quizzical look. It was usually him that didn't trust people, not her.
"Woman's intuition." Came the very Alex-like reply. "I don't think she's sincere, that's all."
"What did she say for you to feel that way, Eames?" Now Bobby's interest was peaked.
"Its not so much what she said, but how she acts. We've been here only a couple of hours Bobby, and we've been more affectionate than they have and they're together. Either Charlie and her are having problems, or she doesn't really love him." Alex looked back down to her salad. She was beginning to sound like him.
"And you're an expert on these things?" Bobby asks, looking her in the eye.
Alex looks up from her salad and directly at him. "Like I said before, I just have a feeling."
"Remind me never to compliment you." Bobby mumbles.
"Why?" Alex frowns.
"You may think I have ulterior motives." Bobby smirked, taking another bite of his wing.
"Yeah, so you can get into my bed." Alex rolls her eyes. She immediately realizes her slip of the tongue. "I mean so you won't have to sleep in the bathtub." She says quickly without meeting his eyes.
"You really think you have me figured out don't you, Eames? Well you don't. As a matter of fact..." He trails off as the other bedroom door opens and they're joined by Charlie and Terry.
"Hey guys, looks like you got the munchies." Charlie chuckles, swiping a wing out of Bobby's container and biting into it.
"Yeah, we worked up quite an appetite." Bobby says, looking at Alex.
Alex tilts her head to the side and looks to Terry. "What are you wearing tonight?" She asks as she looks at the tight spandex and tank top that Terry is wearing.
"Um, I'm wearing what I have on." Terry says, eyeing Alex's outfit. "Are you wearing that?"
"Yeah, that's what I had planned on." Alex says, cooly.
Just then the phone rings. Charlie walks over and answers it.
"Good thing we got the AC fixed when we did." Charlie says, coming back over to put his arm around Terry. "That was the manager calling. He wanted to double-check that it was cool enough because the maintenance man apparently had a sudden heart attack. He's dead."
"Really?" Alex frowned.
"Really?" Bobby copies her response then gives her a sheepish grin.