Title: Never let you walk away
Summary: Sequel to Unexpected Return, after finding out Bobby has a daughter he meets her
A/N: Due to a lot of requests I have written a sequel, and I should update a little more often then I did with UP. Thanks to every one that reviewed, keep them coming!
For the twentieth time that morning Bobby adjusted his shirt collar. It was not often that he was nervous, but then again it wasn't every day that you get to meet your twenty year old daughter for the first time. He glanced at his watch 9.59am, Alex should be here any moment now. He only had time to put his wallet in the back pocket of his jeans before the doorbell rang. The first thing that he noticed when he opened the door was Alex's outfit. Normally he was used to seeing her in tailored pants and a shirt of some description and she always looked nice, but this was different. Her light blue top was floaty but still high-lighted all the right places and her blue boot cut jeans looked like they were tailored made for her.
"Y…You look nice" he managed to stammer out after a long interval of just gazing at her.
"Thanks" she said a small blush rising in her cheeks "Shall we get going" she smiled brightly, more stating a fact then a question.
A few minutes later they were in the elevator going down. Bobby wondered were Anastasia was, was she in the car waiting for them? Why hadn't she come up with Alex? Probably to avoid an awkward elevator ride he thought.
"We are meeting Anastasia there" said Alex, as though she was reading his mind "I thought it would be easier that way"
"Thank you" smiled Bobby gratefully "By the way I forgot to ask this, how come I only found out you, I guess that's we, had a daughter now? I mean we have been partners for what five years now? How have you managed to keep her a secret for five years?"
"I must have forgotten to explain this the other night, do you remember how I said that Anastasia was a exceptionally good violinist?" after seeing Bobby nodding in agreement, Alex continued "well she has spent the five years playing in orchestras around the world, first she was in the MSO, she loved it there, but found the weather too bad there, besides Australia is a very long way from anywhere else, and Annie hates travelling on planes!"
Bobby noticed that he had never seen Alex light up like this before, talking about her daughter gave her this radiance about her that he had never seen before and he liked it.
Opening the car door Alex continued with her explanation. "Then she was accepted into the London Philharmonic Orchestra, she was really excited about that. When she was young and on the rare occasions I had a vacation we would often spend it london. Anyway shes been there ever since, BASTARD!" she yelled as a car tried to cut her off as she moved out into the traffic.
"Eames, Eames, Eames, you really have to learn to control your road rage, its not good for the heart." said Bobby with what seemed like mock, but really was (partially) general concern.
"Thank you, Goren" Alex adding her partners last name at the last moment "But since when have you cared so much about my heart before?"
"Well for starters I don't want to explain to Deakins, that I need another new partner, and secondally telling my daughter who I haven't even met yet, that her mother is having a heart attack, isn't something that I would really like to do.
"Speaking of this daughter of ours, here we are" annouced Alex, jumping out of the car quickly in search of her daughter.
Bobby got out and looked were they were. A chic café with old antique furniture inside and out caught his eye and met with his seal of approval, thinking that this is such an Alex place to go. "Well come on then, said Alex calling over her shouder, do you want to see her or not?"
TBC, very soon I promise!
A/N: MSO stands for Melbourne Symphony Orchestra, and what I mean by the weather is that melbourne has VERY unpreticable weather, it can rain heavily, be windy and stinking hot all in the same day. One day you can be weaing jeans and a jacket, the next its short and singlet weather.