After picking up a bag of popcorn at the hotel gift shop the two detectives return to the penthouse and sit on the couch. "What do you want to watch?" Asks Bobby, reaching for the tv guide on the coffee table.
"You're actually asking my opinion?" Alex raised an eyebrow in question. "There's no special on the dietary practices of the nude tribes of Guatemala that you want to watch?"
Bobby chuckled and shook his head. "No, there isn't. Even if there was, I have that particular program on DVD at home. I was just trying to be sensitive to your needs."
Alex snorts. "Whatever looks good, Bobby."
"How aboutMr. Smith Goes to Washington?" Bobby asks, flipping through the channels.
"You don't really want to watch that do you?"Alex asks, ripping open the popcorn bag and eating a few kernels.
Bobby looks at her. "Why not?"
"It's not really your style of movie." Alex says with a shrug, slightly disturbed that she knew his style of movie.
"I told you we're watching whatever you want to watch tonight. And if you want to watch Mr. Smith Goes to Washington, then we'll watch it." Bobby was frustrated that she had ruined his simple act of kindness by knowing him oh so well.
"Fine!" Alex relented.
"Fine!" Bobby tosses the remote onto the coffee table. He props his feet up on the coffee table and leans back, casually putting his arm around the back of the couch behind Alex.
She holds out the popcorn bag to him and he takes a handful. "This is nice, Bobby." Alex says, without looking at him. "I mean taking time off and not worrying about a case. I think we both needed a little rest and relaxation."
"Yeah, too bad our roommates are annoying as hell." Bobby mumbles, tossing a piece of popcorn up in the air and catching it in his mouth.
Alex looks at him and laughs out loud. "Detective Goren, I thought I knew all of your unusual talents and you have to go and surprise me with an actual normal one!"
"You don't know everything about me, Detective Eames." Bobby says, giving her an intense look.
Alex stares at his mouth a moment and then faces forward. "The movie is starting Bobby, quit talking."
"Who said anything about talking?" Bobby asks, removing his arm from around her and clasping his hands in his lap.
The movie starts and Alex gets engrossed with the story that Jimmy Stewart made famous. Just then she hears a soft snoring sound and looks over to see Bobby has dropped off to sleep. She looks back over at the tv for a few moments and tries to get back into the movie. She did tell him that this wasn't his type of movie.
Bobby grunts in his sleep and then rolls slightly that his head comes to rest on her shoulder.
Alex glances sideways and bites her lip slightly. Brushing her hand through his hair she turns back to the movie.
About fifteen minutes later Bobby groggily awakens. "Sorry." He says as he attempts to move away from her.
"You're tired and the movie is almost over. Why don't you just lie down and use my lap as a pillow? Its okay, really." Alex reassures him as she puts her feet up on the coffee table and crosses her ankles.
Bobby raises his eyebrow at her. "Why Detective Eames, are you putting the moves on me?"
Alex blushes a light pink. "No, I just thought you were uncomfortable, but wanted to watch the end of the movie."
"I wasn't refusing." Bobby quickly says, swinging his legs up on the couch and resting his head in her lap. He turns sideways and the detectives continue to watch the movie until they both drift off.
They are awakened at the sound of a door slamming and arguing.
"I saw you flirting with Georgie at the picnic. That's not what you are here for, do you understand!" Charlie yells.
Terry snorts. "What the hell gives you the right to tell me what to do? Besides, what kind of weekend do you think this is for me? Coming to this hicktown reunion and sharing this penthouse with your weird friend and his boring wife? Let me tell you Charlie, they are the most abnormal couple I've ever seen!"
"Hey, Bobby was my friend in high school and you don't have to like him. I offered the other room cause they were in a jam. We'll be out of here in two days and you won't have to worry about ever seeing them or me, for that matter, again! If that's what you truly want!" Charlie spits out.
Terry laughs and then gasps when she sees the tv is on. Bobby and Alex stare at them from the couch.
"Hey, aren't we cozy here?" Charlie says, nervously. "Sorry you had to...um...hear me and Terry arguing. Terry, here, had a few too many beers tonight and, well, I think I better put her to bed right now before she says too much." He grabs her arm and pulls her into their bedroom. The door slams.