"I've shown you my elementary school, the library, the youth center where I played basketball, and now the house that I lived in." Says Bobby, as they pull into the driveway of a small, but exquisite home.
"Bobby, this is beautiful and you just left it sit here, empty?" Alex asks, as she gets out of the car and shuts the door.
Bobby walks around to her side of the car. "Well I haven't had all that many occasions to use it. Come on, let me show you around." He takes her by the hand after she raises her eyebrow at him.
"Bobby, this is way too domestic for you." Alex says, as she is led up to the front steps of the house. She notices a small sign that says Home Sweet Home as Bobby pulls his keychain from his pocket and sorts through the keys until he finds one which he inserts into the door and then opens it. He ushers Alex in through the door.
"Sorry, the place is probably a mess. I haven't been here since..." Bobby trails off, as he shuts the door behind them.
Scanning the house Alex notices that all the furniture has covers on it and everything including the hard wood floors is covered in a layer of dust. Alex sneezes and gives Bobby an embarrassed look. "Allergies." She offers as an explanation.
"Like I said, I haven't been here in a while. I haven't wanted to show it to anyone up until now..." Bobby walks across the room and pulls open the full length curtains. A swirl of dust sweeps across the room. Bobby sneezes himself. "Somebody's thinking about me." Alex gives a half smile as she walks up to the sliding glass door that extends onto a deck and looks out over a vast backyard. "Sometimes I wonder why I hold onto this place. There isn't any reason to."
"Is this the house were your mother...?" Alex asks, quietly.
Bobby looks down as he slowly nods. Biting his lip he fights the emotion from showing in his face.
Alex takes his hand in her own. "It's okay to feel sad, Bobby."
Bobby looks up and caresses Alex's cheek. "This is where my demons begin." He whispers.
"Do you really, truly, love me Bobby?" Alex asks.
"Are you doubting my feelings for you now?" Bobby gives her a hurt look.
"No, I'm just asking you a question that I need an answer to. If you love me truly in your heart then you'll understand that when I think of life, life without you or the NYPD, I couldn't comprehend it. You are apart of my life, therefore, everything that comes along with you is a part of me. Everything from your weird mannerisms, your unhappy childhood, your taste in movies and your incessant need to help others. You're stuck with me." Alex says, seriously.
"You always give a great pep-talk." Bobby says, pulling Alex into his arms.
"We're a team, Bobby. Don't try to hide things from me. It doesn't do any good for you, because words don't always need to be spoken." Alex gives him a small smile.
Bobby raises an eyebrow. "You mean like hand signals or something?"
"No, facial expression, body language or...heck...mental telepathy." Alex says, jokingly.
"Alex Eames or should I say Alex Goren are you suggesting that you have a psychic connection to me?" Bobby's mood was lightening up.
"Well no...but sometimes I think we can practically read each others minds. We freak a lot of people out, when we do, what they have dubbed silent speech, or so I have been told." Alex wasn't lying. She had many of their colleagues ask her about their silent method of communication. A form of communication that she hadn't even realized that they shared.
"Oh really? Then what am I thinking about right now?" Bobby asks, mischievously.
"Um...Deakins?" Alex ventured a guess.
Bobby says, seriously."Well unless the Captain has brown hair, brown eyes and a set of lips that I really want to kiss right now, then I think we may have a problem."
"Well there are rumors." Alex begins, smiling as she wraps her arms tightly around Bobby's neck.
"What rumors?" Bobby questions.
"That women don't turn you on." Now this was also true. Alex had heard more than one rumor around the bull pen about her partners lack of, for a better term, social life. So most of the men just dubbed him as gay to explain it.
"There's only one woman that turns me on and she's in my arms right now." Says Bobby, as his lips descend onto Alex's. After several moments of enjoying the feel of Alex against him, Bobby releases her and looks out the window. The sun is setting. "Well, Eames, it's getting late and I have one question for you to answer." In truth, he had heard several of those rumors himself but he never let rumors phase him before, so why start?
Alex raises her eyebrow. "Yes, what is it?"
"It may be twenty years too late, but will you please go to the prom with me?" A boyish grin lit up Bobby's face.
"I'll have to think about it." Alex says, seriously, walking back toward the door.
"Oh come on, I'm the best you're going to get." Replies Bobby.
"Hm...okay I guess you're right. Pick me up at seven." Alex gives him a sly smile.
"What color are you wearing?" Asks Bobby.
"Bobby, you saw my dress. Its hanging up right next to your tux." Alex says with a sigh.
"Just play along, Eames." Bobby says.
"Okay, its black." Alex crosses her arms over her chest.
Bobby scratches his chin a moment in thought. "Okay, that's all I needed to know."
They walk toward the car.
"Alex did I ever tell you what I rented for the Senior Prom?" Bobby asks, breaking the comfortable silence that had fallen between them.
"No, a hotel room?" Alex ventures a guess while opening the car door.
"Well that too, but I was talking more like mode of transportation." Bobby replies, getting in and shutting the door.
Alex gets into the passenger seat and buckles herself in. "A limousine?"
"Actually it was a hearse. My buddy, Todd, dared me..." Bobby begins to explain.
"Don't tell me anymore." Alex cuts him off, holding up her hand. "Why am I not surprised? Are you sure you weren't called weird in High School?"
"No, my classmates really didn't pay any attention to me. Which reminds me. I wonder if Haynes called yet." Bobby starts the car and the detectives head back to the hotel.