Once the detectives reach the lobby of the hotel, Terry is nowhere in sight. "Damn it, we lost her!" Bobby growls in frustration. He looks in all directions, but its hopeless.
"She couldn't have gone far." Alex whispers. "Lets check the bar."
Bobby nods and they head to the near empty bar. Terry sits on a bar stool next to a blond man. Bobby pulls Alex behind a large fern so they won't be spotted. "I don't believe it." Bobby hisses under his breath.
"What?" Alex looks up at him.
"It's Georgie Dello. The guy that Charlie was accusing Terry of flirting with. You may be right, Eames. Maybe she is having an affair." Bobby looks down at her.
"And you thought something criminal was going on." Alex rolls her eyes and smiles slightly.
The two detectives watch Terry and Georgie as they lean in toward one another in conversation After a few minutes Terry picks up her purse and the two leave the bar with their arms around one another.
"This is terrible." Bobby mumbles, once they are gone. "How can I tell my friend that his fiancé is a two timing bimbo? It will break his heart."
"You've got to tell him Bobby. It would disrespectful to your friendship with Charlie if you didn't. I wouldn't suggest waking him up when we get back, but I think tomorrow you should maybe take a walk with him and tell him in the kindest way you can." Alex suggests, quietly.
Bobby nods and they head back to the lobby where he hits the elevator button. He shakes his head. " I still can't believe that I have to let the poor guy know. I mean is she like this all the time, or is this some spur of the moment fling that she has chosen to have? Of all the low things. Imagine having an affair with one of your fiancé's classmates at a reunion?" The elevator opens and they get on. He goes to press the button to their floor. "Oh crap!"
"What?" Alex asks.
Bobby sighs. "I forgot the keycard to the penthouse."
"We'll have to go back to the desk." Alex says as the door closes. "Or we could always walk."
"I have a better idea." Bobby presses the tenth floor button. They ascend about eight floors and he presses the emergency stop.
"Bobby, you are not going to pull that prank again!" Alex narrows her eyes at him and crosses her arms over her chest. "It's getting really old." Just then the telephone rings.
Bobby pulls open the little door and reaches in he takes the phone off the hook. Placing it to the side of the cradle he shuts the door.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Alex eyes her partner, suspiciously.
Bobby turns to her and puts his hands on her shoulders. Turning he sits down on the floor of the elevator and pulls her to sit on his lap.
Alex lets herself be pulled down."Bobby, we're in an elevator!"
Bobby says, quietly. "It's tomorrow."
"What do you mean it's tomorrow?" Alex asks, locking eyes with him.
"I said we needed to talk and you said that we should wait until tomorrow." Replies Bobby, calmly, as he brushes a lock of her hair behind her ear.
"Bobby, you didn't need to stop the elevator to get me to talk!" Alex huffs.
"I'd stop the world, Eames, if I needed to. Besides, you've got no where to run and don't try avoiding the issue." Bobby kept his eyes locked with hers.
"Bobby..." Alex begins but is cut off.
"Lets get it out in the open, Alex. I love you. Now what do you have to say about that?" Bobby asks an open mouthed Alex.