Misconduct: Chapter 11
By: The Confused One
A/N: I hope this chapter isn't too shocking. I promise the next chapter will be up in a couple of days, max. I know everyone will want to know what happens.
Alex smiled as she lazily opened her eyes. She took in the scent of the bed. It smelled of Bobby. She found herself inching further into his embrace. He had his arms wrapped around her protectively. She sighed contentedly.
Alex thought the night before had been perfect. After a picture perfect dinner full of mostly disarming small talk, they had settled on the couch and really talked about their feelings. It was clear they had been in love for a while now. More kissing had led them to his bedroom and bed. Now Alex found herself waking up in his arms. She couldn't think of anywhere she'd rather be.
Alex's movement stirred Bobby. Opening his eyes, he smiled too. Brushing his fingers through her hair, he spoke softly, "Good morning."
Alex smiled even more. Turning to face him, she admitted, "I don't want to get up, ever. I want to stay in this moment forever."
Bobby laughed. That was one of the last things he ever thought he'd hear from Alex Eames. She wasn't the mushy type. He wasn't completely sure how to address it, except to bring her back to reality, "We have to get up though. You're not going to get home, take a shower, change, and get to 1PP on time as it is. You shouldn't be later than you already will be."
Alex smiled. Leaning over, she kissed him. She liked it when he tried to take care of him. It made her feel safe. She appreciated him thinking of her, but she had a surprise for him, "When Deakins found out that they were dropping the charges, he gave me today off. He's assuming he's going to be able to give you your gun and badge back and get us back to work."
Bobby sat up. Pointing at her, he jokingly accused her, "You were planning this weren't you?"
Alex sat up too. She assured him, "I promise I didn't. It just worked out well for us. We can lay here for a while longer."
Alex let her fingers playfully stray below the covers. Reacting, Bobby smiled and offered, "Or other things."
Alex gave him a devilish grin. Pulling her closer, he gave her a deep kiss.
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Dennis sat at his desk, doing paperwork. He looked up at his partner's desk and then at the Captain's closed door. He sighed. He felt a little guilty. Greg was definitely getting a tongue lashing over the Goren case, and Dennis had written the report.
Finally, Greg threw open the Captain's door. Anger was written on his face. Grabbing his jacket, he looked at Dennis and the questioning look he was giving him. Heading Dennis off, Greg announced, "I'm going for a walk."
Dennis sighed again and watched Greg storm off. He decided to let him cool down. He was worried though. Greg's temper was getting the better of him.
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Lying on top of Bobby, Alex murmured, "I think I'm hungry."
Bobby smiled. He agreed, "I am too, but I don't have much here to eat."
Making her way off of Bobby, Alex thought fast. She wasn't going to let their morning be ruined. She pointed to the bathroom and suggested, "Well, then we should take a shower and go to breakfast."
Bobby laughed. He knew what really was going to happen in that bathroom. He warned, "I think it would go faster if we went separately."
Grabbing his hand, she led him to the bathroom, explaining, "But not nearly as much fun."
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Greg found himself at a diner. He was miserable. He had come very close to getting suspended himself. The whole thing pissed him off. He knew Goren's type. They always managed to be up to something, eventually. He was convinced of that. Greg was determined to bring Goren down.
Walking into the diner, Greg took a table in the back. He wanted to think his options and game plan over. He wasn't going to screw this up.
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Bobby and Alex exited the bathroom together, wrapped in towels. Walking to his dresser, he pulled out clean underwear and asked, "Where do you want to go eat?"
Clasping her bra on, Alex suggested, "We should avoid anywhere near 1PP. I'm going to have to wear what I wore yesterday."
Bobby nodded. Putting on a clean pair of jeans, he tried to think of a compromise. He suggested, "Did you want to go by your place and pick some clothes up?"
Alex smiled. She looked around the floor, but couldn't find her underwear. She absently answered Bobby, "Maybe after we eat."
Bobby watched her with amusement. It occurred to him what she was looking for. He pointed to the lamp shade and got her attention, "Alex. I think what you're looking for is over there."
Alex smirked. Walking over to the lampshade, she snatched them up. Putting them on, she warned, "Don't look so amused."
Bobby grinned even more. Putting on a t-shirt, he teased, "You shouldn't be so messy."
Alex put her shirt on. She smiled slightly. Wagging her finger now, she responded, "See, I seem to recall you were the one who took them off in the first place."
Bobby put on his socks. He pretended to stop and think about what she had said. Grinning, he finally agreed, "Yeah. I think you're right. Sorry."
Alex zipped her pants. She picked up her shoe and tossed it beside him on the bed, pretending to be throwing it at him. She picked up her other shoe and her socks and sat down. She got serious and finally answered the question, "Isn't that little diner two blocks over still open?"
Bobby got up and grabbed his wallet and keys. He answered, "Yeah. It is."
Standing up, she shrugged and replied, "Well, it's as good a place as anywhere else."
Bobby nodded. Grabbing their coats and her purse from the closet, they headed out the door.
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Greg sighed. He sat and stewed and stared at the empty plate. He had eaten and was ready to go but no closer to solving his problem. He wasn't sure why he cared so much, but he did. Bobby had gotten under skin, and he was going to see him go down for something, if it was the last thing he did.
Standing up, he put a twenty on the table to cover the food and tip. Heading to the door, he came face to face with an entering Bobby and Alex.
Alex smiled as they walked into the diner. She was asking, "What do you want to do after we eat?"
They both stopped as Greg seethed directly in front of them. Bobby could see the realization on Greg's face. He tried to defuse the moment, "Hensley, hi."
Greg's anger just rose. She was wearing the same thing she had been wearing the day before. He knew where they had just come from. He knew what they had done the night before. He knew it with every bone in his body. He pushed, "We're getting arrogant about this aren't we? We're not even bothering to change clothes now?"
Bobby stepped between Greg and Alex. He knew the brunt of Greg's anger was directed at him anyway. He tried to stay calm, "This is not the place for this. If you want to talk about this, we can, later and at 1PP."
Greg was too angry to back down now. He wasn't going to be listening to any sort of reasoning right then. He hissed, "What? So we don't embarrass her for being a slut?"
Bobby was about to hit him, when Alex grabbed his arm, and found herself between the two men. Facing Bobby, she locked eyes with him. She calmed him, "Don't give him ammunition." Turning to face Greg, she cracked, "And you need to back off. Make an appointment to see us. We can explain this. Right this second, this is not your business."
Coals burned in Greg's eyes. He spat back, "It is my business."
Alex, frustrated, sighed. She just wanted him to walk away, for now. She argued, "The hell it is."
Greg wasn't about to walk away now. He continued arguing, "It's my job to get irresponsible, arrogant, and sloppy cops off the force."
Bobby confrontationally yelled back, "It's your job to look into allegations of misconduct. If you want to file something or look into us, go ahead. The worst that will happen is we're going to be reassigned new partners."
Furious, Greg pulled his gun. Seeing red, he yelled above the screams, "You'll get worse if I can help it."
Bobby tried to shield Alex now. This was spinning out of control and fast. His mind was spinning, and he regretted, more than anything, that last dig. He demanded, "Put the gun down Hensley!"
Alex, desperate to get things ratcheted back down, found herself in front of Bobby again and tried to reason with Greg, "Look, we can go now. We can have all of this out if you want."
Greg, in a rage, yelled, "It won't make a difference!" He then fired.
Alex gasped and fell backwards. Bobby caught her instantly. Officers were suddenly rushing in and swarming the restaurant. Everything was surreal for him. He helped Alex to the ground. Grabbing a napkin sitting on the hostess pedestal, he instinctively applied pressure to her wound. Her head was in his lap. Realizing officers were coming into the room, he stopped watching Greg. Greg no matter mattered to Bobby Goren. Shaking he tried to apply pressure. He shakily shouted, "Someone get an ambulance!"
Greg continued to back away from the cops with guns drawn. He held his gun to his own head. The severity and reality of what he had done hit him. He sobbed now. The cops demanded he put his gun down. He shook his head and fired. Greg's lifeless body fell to the floor.
An officer bent down to check on Bobby and Alex. Bobby met his eyes and reiterated his command of earlier, "She needs an ambulance."
The officers assured Bobby, "It's on its way."
Bobby nodded and focused on Alex. He blocked out and ignored everything else. She was all that mattered. He tried to push harder on her wound. It made Alex grunt. He didn't push any harder. He talked to her frantically trying to keep her conscious, "I'm sorry. But it's going to be OK. You're going to be OK. Don't talk, just listen. I love you, OK. We're supposed to a lot more mornings like this one. So you have to fight. You have to live. I need you. I don't care how selfish that sounds. Stay with me."
Alex breathed shallowly. She was suddenly cold. She knew it was bad. She could see it on Bobby's face. She wanted to rub his cheek, but she found she didn't have the energy. She settled for trying to reassure him, "I love you too Bobby. I'll be OK. I promise. I'm not going to leave you."
Bobby held back his tears. He wasn't going to cry. He couldn't cry in front of her. It would worry her too much. He looked at the officer again, and demanded, "What's taking so long?"
The officer stumbled out, "They're coming. It's rush hour."
Bobby avoided commenting. He didn't give a damn about rush hour at that moment. All he knew was that Alex needed a doctor. He flirted with the idea of scooping her up and taking off for the hospital himself, but he deduced she was loosing too much blood to make it. He continued to talk to her. He choked out, "Just hang on Baby. Hold onto last night. We're going to have more of that."
Alex tried to smile. It had been perfect. She tried to agree, "I was perfect, even the duck. I'm sorry Bobby."
Bobby shook his head. Biting back tears again, he insisted, "Don't be sorry. You're doing good. You'll be OK."
Alex found it increasingly impossible to keep her eyes open. It was an instant of clarity. She suddenly knew she wasn't going to be OK. As she slipped into unconsciousness, she breathed out, "I love you Bobby."
Bobby began to panic. He tried to call to her, "Alex! Alex! Stay awake."
The paramedics started to rush in. They began pushing Bobby and the other officer out of the way, Bobby explained, "She was awake till just now."
One of the paramedics looked at Bobby. He asked, "She was responsive."
Fighting back the tears, still, Bobby elaborated, "Yeah. She was talking. I was trying to get the bleeding to stop."
Another paramedics called out, "I have a weak but erratic pulse. Let's get her into the truck."
Following them out, Bobby explained, "I'm her partner. I need to go with her."
The paramedic looked him over and nodded. He agreed, "You can come. Let's go."