"Well that about wraps up Amherst Central High 's Twentieth Class Reunion!" Announces Stevie over the microphone. "The evening is still young so we're going to start taking requests and let the dancing begin!" He puts the microphone down and walks away from the podium.
A slow song begins and couples wander out onto the dance floor. Alex pokes at the crust of her pie with her fork. She glances over at Terry while Bobby scrapes the last forkful of cream off his dish. "Don't you think you should check on Charlie, Terry?" Alex asks.
"Yeah, I suppose you're right." Terry says, taking out a cell-phone from her purse.
"No, I mean don't you think you should go upstairs and see how he is doing. After all, he is your fiancé." Alex says.
Terry snorts. "He's probably just sleeping, but I'll go up anyway. I'll be right back." She gets up out of her chair and saunters toward the door stopping to chat with Greg Silverman again.
"Do you think Charlie is really sick?" Alex questions.
"I don't know. I vote that when she comes back one of us goes up to the room to check up on him. In the meantime, may I have this dance?" Bobby stands up and holds out his hand to Alex.
Alex smiles and places her hand in his and he leads her to the dance floor.
Once there Bobby pulls her close and the two of them sway to the music. For a brief five minutes they forget about Terry, the dead classmates, the NYPD, their charade, everyone but just the two of them.
"This is nice Bobby." Alex whispers.
"For once I totally agree with you, Eames." Bobby whispers into her ear.
Alex lays her head against his chest and closes her eyes. The only sounds she hears is the music and the rhythm of Bobby's heart beat.
Bobby rests his chin on top of Alex's head. The detectives don't even notice that the song has ended and another one has started.
They also haven't noticed that Terry has managed to slipped back into the room. Sitting at their table she sips another drink and smiles maliciously in their direction. A third song starts several minutes later.
"This song is dedicated to Bobby and Alex Goren." The DJ says as the song My Heart Will Go On, from the movie Titanic starts playing.
Halfway through the song Alex pulls away from Bobby suddenly and looks up at him with a look of panic in her eyes. "Bobby, your heartbeat is accelerating! Whats wrong?" Alex asks, dropping her hands from his shoulders to hold onto his hands.
"I feel really hot." Bobby says, as his hands start shaking.
Alex feels his forehead and her hand comes away drenched. "Bobby, you're burning up! I have to get your body temperature down!" She leads him off the dance floor by the hand.
Bobby stumbles and falls into a chair. "Get me to the mens' room, I think I'm going to be sick." Bobby says, as he doubles over in pain. "My stomach is on fire!"
Blinking back tears Alex puts her arm around his waist and leads him out the door and down the corridor to the restrooms. Ten feet from the mens' room door Bobby collapses. Alex drops to her knees next to him. "Bobby, I'm going to get you help. Hang on!" Alex says, her voice quivering.
"The pie, Eames, she poisoned the pie." Bobby groans clutching his stomach.
Alex smooths back his hair. "Ssh, I know. I've got to go get help"
"Don't go!" Bobby all but shouts while closing his eyes. "Ahh..." He grabs onto her wrist to prevent her from leaving.
"What hurts now?" Alex asks tears streaming down her eyes.
"I have...pain...in my...chest." Bobby chokes out.
Alex's eyes go wide as she shakes her head back and forth. "No, this can't be happening!" Alex says, aloud as she leans down and puts her ear against Bobby's chest. His heart is racing.
"I'm...blacking out. Watch your back...Alex...I love you..." Bobby's face drops to the side as he passes out.
"NOOOO!" Alex screams as she tears his tuxedo shirt open and begins administering CPR. She turns as she hears a pair of high heels walk up behind her. She makes a last minute attempt at grabbing Bobby's gun from its holster.
"Don't even try it." Terry says as she holds a knife against Alex's neck.