"Carver?" Bobby looked up at him from his lowered head. Carver returned the look and walked over to a corner to converse with him.
"What's going on there?"
"I have no idea, Captain." Alex, Bobby and Deakins had been summoned to Carver's office for a legal update on a closing case. Apparently one witness had gone AWOL and needed to be found before her visit to court in two days time.
Deakins and Alex left the office, still confused about the conversation between the two men. "When are they on good terms? Has Bobby mentioned something to you, Alex?"
"No." She shook her head to emphasize her point. "If anything he complains about him under his breath."
"That's what I thought." Carver's door opened and Bobby came out. He quickly spotted them.
"What?"
"Nothing." Deakins said it a little too fast and turned away, brushing the backside of his head with his left palm.
Alex paused, looked annoyed at her captain for being so obvious and started in. "Since when are you and Carver on such friendly terms?"
"Since never. Eames, you know how much I like the guy."
"Then what was that all about?" She crossed her arms and shifted her weight to one hip.
"What was—You mean that conversation?" He held out a hand behind him, indicating the door he'd just exited from. Alex nodded. "I was asking him to do me a favor."
Deakins looked up. "A favor? I think I need to get out of here, next thing you know I'll be seeing elephants fly." He walked off.
"What kind of favor?" Alex leisurely started heading after their captain.
"Well, I noticed he was running low on pencils—he used his black pen just now. He hates pens."
"Do I want to know how you know this?"
"Three months ago it leaked in his front pocket."
"Did you actually see it?"
"No. But why else would he wear his coat all day when it was 84 degrees outside?"
"Don't tell me you two bonded over pencils."
"Not exactly."
"What do you mean 'Not exactly'?" She eyed him. They were almost back to their desks and she knew he would settle into work mode unless she got to him first. She stopped in the doorway to the bullpen.
"I promise to try to follow the rules every once in a while and he buys me pencils."
"Have you been following the rules?"
"Do you remember John Tagman?"
"Yes."
"There's a reason that doesn't happen every time."
"So if I buy you things you'll be on good behavior."
"Depends on what you get me." With a smirk, he headed toward the desk before she could respond and sidled down to complete paperwork.
She walked up behind him, and put her mouth to his ear. "What about dinner tonight?"
He smirked. "What do you want?" His eyes followed her as she sat down at her desk and looked up at him.
"Oh, you know." Smiling, she handed him a stack of papers.