Author's Note: And here it is, the conclusion to what a friend of mine jokeingly called The Kitty Trilogy, lol. I thought it was very appropriate. And so, soon I shall move back to writing random drabbles. Though, if I ever write a case file for CI, I may bring the kitten back, because honestly, he's wormed his way into my little heart.

Title: What's In A Name
Author: GusTheMoose
Theme/Set: My Good Name/Criminal Intent
Rating: G
Claim + additional character(s): Alex Eames/Bobby Goren
Warning: NA
Summary: "If we named him after what he looked like his name would be Cat."

"Napoleon?" Alex Eames mused, propped up against Bobby Goren's headboard as she watched him play with his newly acquired Cornish Rex.

Wearing only boxer shorts, Bobby shook his head, "No, not Napoleon."

"Well, he had a soup can tied to him, how about Cambell?"

Bobby smiled as the kitten let out a huge yowl, "I don't think he likes it."

"Between him and you, you'll never find a name for him."

"No, he'll have a name, it just has to be right," Bobby explained, wincing as the kitten kneaded his claws into Bobby's stomach, "It's not everyday I rescue someone, you know."

Alex snorted and stretched out to lie next to him, "Horatio?"

"As in Alger?"

"Well, he's certainly pulled himself up by his bootstraps."

"Hmmmm, Bobby thought about it, watching the little kitten, "Maybe, but then again Oliver could work."

"Please, everyone and their uncle names stray cats Oliver," Alex rolled her eyes, "I still can't believe Mike wanted to call him Rex. Rex is a dogs name."

"Well, he is a Cornish Rex, it makes sense," Bobby shrugged, "He doesn't look like Rex though."

Alex laughed, "Bobby, he's a cat. If we named him after what he looked like his name would be Cat."

Bobby leaned over and kissed her lightly, "Names are important you know."

"Bobby, it's a cat."

"Do you know what Alexandra means?"

"Now you're using my full name to get at my soft side."

"Protector of Mankind," He smiled softly, "Very appropriate, I think."

"So, what name means found with a can tied to tail?" The kitten looked at her, and gave her a look that made her sit up, "Did you just see that?"

"Hmm?" Bobby asked, looking at the kitten with concern.

"He just gave me the same look Deakins gives me when I mouth off!" And that's when it hit her, "Look, he's even got an eye patch! That big black splotch on one eye." She laughed, "Jimmy, let's call him Jimmy."

Bobby studied the kitten, his fingers going to his bottom lip to concentrate. Alex rolled her eyes, but waited because she knew he'd see it too. When he laughed, hard enough to dislodge the newly christened Jimmy, she knew was right.