Upon arriving back at the hotel the detectives check in for messages and head back up to the Penthouse. Haynes has not called and Terry sits on a couch, calmly, eating popcorn while she watches a movie.
"Shouldn't you be getting ready for the banquet, Terry?" Alex asks.
"Who died and made you boss?" Terry says, not bothering to look at Alex.
"Well no one, but I just thought you would want to get dressed so we could get down there early and get good seats." Alex frowns, really wishing that she wouldn't have to turn herself in if she shot Terry.
"It doesn't matter, they're seating us alphabetically so we won't even be at the same table." Terry pops a kernel of popcorn into her mouth.
"Where did you hear that from?" Bobby asks.
"I was down the hall getting ice when I heard that Kelly complaining that she couldn't sit with her friends and that she has to sit with that computer nerd, Edward Leeds. She says her entire weekend is ruined.." Glancing up Terry scrutinizes Alex before giving Bobby a dazzling smile. "I suppose I should get ready. It is already five-thirty." She walks toward her bedroom.
"Where is Charlie?" Bobby asks, suddenly.
Terry turns to look at him. "Charlie wasn't feeling too good today. He should be okay by tonight I would think." She goes in and shuts the door.
"You don't think Charlie is..." Alex starts.
"Dead?" Bobby finishes.
"Well there has been a set pattern here Bobby." Alex resisted the urge to point out that he had just finished her thought.
"I think we need to call Haynes and see if he has found anything out." Replies Bobby, ushering Alex through the door of their bedroom. He closes the door and sits down on the edge of the bed. Picking up the phone he dials one police plaza and hopes that Haynes was still there.
Alex sets her gun down on the dresser and goes to the closet to take her gown out.
"Ya, this is Haynes." Answers a slightly tired voice on the other end.
"Anything yet?" Bobby asks. Never bothering to say who he was.
"I was just calling you. I can't find anything on Terry DeMarco. I even ran a national search and although there are several Terry DeMarco's none of them have ever lived or worked in New York City, not to mention the state of New York . I wish I could give you more, but I've hit a brick wall." Haynes apologizes.
"Thanks for trying. I'll take it from here." Bobby says, in frustration. He watches Alex sift through clothes in a drawer.
"Good luck solving it, Detective." Haynes hung up.
Glancing up he sees Alex frowning as she looks into one of her drawers. "Whats wrong?" Bobby asks.
Turning around Alex looks at him. "I'm going to regret asking you this Bobby, but you didn't go through my underwear drawer did you?" A faint blush colored her cheeks.
Bobby is silent for a moment then shakes his head. "Only in my dreams. Why?"
"Well I put all my things in here neat and now it is all messy." Alex shuts the drawer and looks in another one. "Bobby, this one is the same way. Someone has been through my drawers."
Bobby gets up and opens a drawer on his side of the dresser. "You're right, someone has been through my stuff too." He frowns.
"It could have been the maid." Alex suggests, flatly.
"Or not." Bobby looks at her. "Damn it, Eames, I can't arrest without proof. We've got three bodies and the reunion ends tomorrow. She'll be going home to God knows where and we may never find out what happened here. That's it, I've got to lay it straight with Charlie and find out what he knows about her." Just then the door of their bedroom swings open a fraction of a inch, thus creating a creaking sound. Bobby storms over to the door and abruptly opens it. Glancing around the empty living room he then shuts the door and locks it. "Someone was out there listening." He crosses his arms over his chest.
"Bobby, you are getting really paranoid." Alex says, picking up her clothes and heading into the bathroom to take a shower. She shuts the door.
"I am not being paranoid, Eames." Bobby grumbles, next to the door. He walks over to the closet and pulls his tux down which he tosses across the bed. Putting his gun down on the bureau he then pulls off his black tee-shirt and knocks on the bathroom door.
"What!" Alex yells, over the sound of the shower.
"We need to save time, Eames . Can I come in and shave while you are in the shower?" Bobby asks through the door.
After a couple moments of silence Alex answers. "Um...okay, but if you come anywhere near this shower curtain you're going to get a face full of soap."
Bobby chuckles a moment before he opens the door. "I'm coming in!"
"And I warned you, so if you want any chance of a relationship with me you had better abide by the rules, Goren!" Alex says, making herself clear.
"I hear you, Eames, trust me, this is the one thing in my life that I'm not going to mess up." Bobby pulls the door shut, after he enters.