Bobby awakens suddenly from a small crash in the living room. He leans over to look at the digital clock on Alex's side of the bed. It reads four-thirty in the morning. He disentangles Alex's arms from around him and gets out of bed slowly in order not to wake her. Feeling his way around the room he only reaches the chair by the door by stubbing his toe on it. Biting his tongue from the pain he blindly reaches for the pocket of his black leather jacket which he had hung over the back of the chair. Instinctively he pulls out his gun and cautiously approaches the door and opens it a crack. Looking out he sees Terry frantically trying to pick up mints that had scattered to the floor from a bowl that she had knocked over. She scoops up the last of the mints and places the bowl back onto the table and returns to her feet. Grabbing the purse she had put down she slings it over her shoulder and starts to walk to the door. Bobby notices she is dressed rather sexy and wonders where she is going at the late or rather early hour as she slips onto the elevator. Glancing down at his attire he knows he can't follow her dressed as he is. Regretfully he turns on the light illuminating the room. "Eames?" He says softly, approaching her.
Alex awakens and squints against the light. For a moment she is confused. "Bobby, why are you in my room?" She groans rolling over and covering her eyes with her hand.
"We're at my class reunion, Eames, wake up. Terry just snuck out of the place and I want to follow her." Bobby says, flopping down on the end of the bed to pull on a pair of socks and sneakers. "Come on, you're my backup so get up before we lose her."
"Bobby, this is crazy. Its...it's four-thirty-five in the morning and I'm tired. What do we care what Terry's up to? Turn out the light and come back to bed." Alex covers her face with the quilt.
"I can't believe that I'm passing up on that request, but I've got to check it out. It may be an..." Bobby starts but is interrupted.
"We're not on a case." Alex grumbles, flinging back the quilt and glaring at him with sleep deprived rage. "Bobby, we are at your class reunion for Christ's sake. Our roommates are having marital problems. She probably wants to be alone and decided to go take a walk. Maybe she's a closet alcoholic or maybe she jogs?"
"In a leather mini skirt and corset?" Bobby raises an eyebrow.
"What?" Alex asks, curious.
"Do you jog in clothes that you used to wear in Vice? If you do, then I've missed out but if you don't then she was dressed a little revealing to go on a early morning jog?" Bobby says, getting up and walking to the door. He picks up his gun from the bureau and turns. "Are you coming or not? We're going to lose her."
Alex sighs and pulls the covers aside. Getting up she walks over to her drawer and pulls on a pair of jeans followed by socks and sneakers. Pulling her own gun and badge out of her purse she walks up to Bobby. "I think you better bring your badge. I can just see us getting picked up for stalking a woman with guns. You better be right about this Bobby, or we're going to look foolish. Why don't we just wake Charlie and tell him?" She just ignored his little quip about her Vice outfits.
"Because he may not know what is going on." Logical Bobby was back. He grabs his badge from the night stand and then opens the bedroom door.
"Bobby, the woman is probably having an affair." Alex says, following Bobby as they creep to the elevator. The numbers descend as Terry reaches her destination,
"Lets take the stairs." Whispers Bobby as he opens the door next to the elevator. He holds it open for Alex and then slips through behind her.