Author's Note: Well, folks, I have to say, I've noticed a trend to my BA drabbles. If Alex is narrating, it's a fluffy happy story. If Bobby is, it's angsty and sad, lol. This means I have to write angsty Alex, and happy Bobby. After all this is an exercise is stretching my writing muscles, lol. Anyhow, here's some angsty Bobby for you all!

Title: Sixty-two Times.
Author: GusTheMoose
Theme/Set: Want/Criminal Intent
Rating: G
Claim + additional character(s): Alex Eames/Bobby Goren, Lynn Bishop
Warning: NA
Summary: It was like that time he got a sinus infection…

Detective Robert Goren is used to feeling like a stranger in his own skin. His huge size, his fast paced mind and an innate need to do something made him feel like he was wearing an itchy sweater. He could live with that feeling, but he couldn't live with this.

For the fifty-seventh time (not that he was counting) he looked at her empty desk and felt the world tilt.

He had expected to feel a sense of loss when Eames finally left for maternity leave, but this disorientation was completely unexpected. It was like that time he got a sinus infection and it had settled over his ears. For a week his equilibrium had been off.

Fifty-eight times.

"I got the lab reports," Bishop said from behind him, so he turned out and took them. He thanked her out of habit and she gave him a look. He was used to that look. Other cops gave him that look. They didn't get him, so they gave him that look.

Eames only gave him that look for the first year. Now she looked at him with absolute trust.

Fifty-nine times.

He read the report four times before he caught the little detail that had him scrambling for his leather case.

Sixty times.

"Bishop," He said, and then began to explain why the killer had left sage in the victim's mouth. Bishop had to repeat the explanation, much simpler of course, before he saw the spark of understand in her eyes.

Eames would have gotten right away and then made a quip.

Sixty-one times.

"Come on, we have to see Carver," He said, grabbing up his jacket. When he checked to see if Bishop was read to go, he almost looked too low.

Sixty-two times.