Alex walked up to her desk where Bobby was sitting, accompanied by Deakins.
"Get up, Sherlock," she said, patting the back of the chair.
He smiled before getting up and returning to his own seat. "Whatcha got, Eames?" Deakins asked.
"The banker, Markus Darrin, who sold Mr. Lusk the violin in Germany, doesn't exist. Not with the bank he said he was from, or even in Germany, which figures. It was just a phony ID, so we have no way to link him to Karaka."
"There probably isn't a connection," Goren said. "Even if there is, unless Darrin has resurfaced here somewhere, it's probably not important… at least not to us, anyway."
"And, it's going to be next to impossible to find out who he actually is," Deakins added. Alex nodded in agreement.
"Yah," she said, thinking about it. "Well, what's interesting is that Mark Jones actually exists in Germany. They sent over his records and I have his immigration records as well. But what'sweird is that there is no record. No parking tickets, no financials, nothing at all. There's no documentation to prove that he even did so much as to sneeze after he was born. My guess is that they're forged papers, and he's not actually Mark Jones."
"Great," said Deakins. "Two guys who aren't who they say they are in under two minutes. You're on a roll."
"He probably had inside help setting it up, then," Bobby added.
"Probably," she nodded. "So, we're sure Jones is Karaka?"
"If it's not him, it's definitely someone connected to him," he replied. Alex saw his eyes shift focus from her to Barek, who was standing in the background talking to Logan. Barek gave a glance at Bobby, and quickly turned away when she saw Eames watching her…
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"You're apartment is so much nicer than mine. Why are we always over at my place?" Alex asked surveying Bobby's apartment.
"I don't know. Your place is closer, I guess," said dully as he rummaged through the refrigerator.
Alex nodded wearily and followed him into the kitchen. "I'm tired," she said as she wrapped her arms around him from behind and began to nuzzle his back- she was way too short to nuzzle his neck.
He merely shrugged as he continued to work around her hold.
"You all right Bobby?" she asked.
"I guess," he said, shrugging her off again.
"Nice try." She turned him around.
"What, I have to be lovey dovey with you all of the time?" he asked agitatedly.
"What's that supposed to mean?" she asked indignantly.
"Nothing," he said, turning away from her.
"Don't give me that crap, Bobby. You were gone for over a week- I won't even mention the subject that it was with another woman- and now you're back! You certainly seemed lovey dovey with me in the car, or was that just your lower brain talking?" she spat. She was about to open a can of worms that she would regret.
"Excuse me?"
She gave an exasperated sigh. "Bobby, you were gone for so long-"
"It was only a week-"
"But it felt like ages to me!" She paused. "What happened while you were in Germany?" she asked finally.
"What? Nothing!"
"Don't give me that! Barek's been acting strangely since you got back- you're not the only person who watched people," she added at seeing the look on his face. "I want to know what happened!"
"Alex, you're over reacting."
"Just tell me, Bobby."
He took hold of her shoulders and sunk to her eye level. "Nothing. That's just it- nothing. The tension was there, I could feel it in the air, Alex, but believe me when I swear to you that nothing happened. That's the problem-"
Alex was afraid now. "Why is that a problem, Bobby?" she asked, her whole body beginning to shake with rage and fear.
He sighed. "Because the tension is still there. I didn't deal with it. I just kept so bottled up because I missed you. I wasn't able to talk to her because I was always thinking about you-"
"Then maybe you should stop thinking about me. That'll solve your issue!" She yanked away from his grip and headed for the door, completely forgetting about her purse and coat.
"Eames, listen to me- you asked, I'm telling, now let me finish!"
"I don't want to know," she mumbled before slamming the door behind her.
"Damnit!" he shouted. He punched the counter hard.