Yea.. I got some more story finished.About seeing it from Roberts's point of view, thanx for the idea, but I am not quite sure if I want to delve

into that yet. Bobby Gorans character is hard to capture, and I am finding him rather illusive, I was thinking perhaps of doing a character

study on him, trying to find some way to ''get in his head''-I haven't been watching him long so bear with me..he's got so many layers!

The morning After..

Disillusioned...

I watched Bobby sitting back on his haunches. As he examined the body with his latex gloved fingers. He poked, and prodded the cadaver

with all the emotion reserved for a copy of stereo instructions. I on the other hand tended to hold back some, because of my empathy

issues. And after all these dreams I'd had last night, my tired scale was tipping slightly askew. Making me feel a little off.

''She has a slight contusion, here um..below the right ear. Looks like a ..like a hickey''

He fingered the dark purple outline that was made so much more ghastly in comparison to the pale white of her day old skin.

Yet Bobby always seemed to hold onto some level of respect for the dead. And was careful turning her back over. The lavitidy settled

at her sides. Absorbed, Bobby missed the look in my eyes as my hand touched the same like spot on my own neck. The spot where the

''dream guy'' had bit me the night before.

Clear images that I'd been pushing away since I'd come to, last night. Flashed with impatience through my mind. I did not know why the spot

was sore, except to say I was thrashing in my sleep. Just a crazy coincidence? Dreams did not leave marks! I must have looked like I swallowed

something sour.

''What's wrong Eames?I'm sure the hickey was more enjoyable than the aftermath''.

I didn't answer him. If he choose to examine my neck would their be the same mark on me? I was afraid to appeal to Bobby right now for that very

reason. How many unanswered questions would that one solve? I don't think I want to know. Okay Alex, lets just egnore it, lets get on with

this incredibly long day.Damnit if having no sleep was not putting me majorly on edge.

''It has nothing to do with alcohol''. My head snapped up and I saw Goren eyeing me strangely.

''What did you say''?

''I said I don't think her injuries have anything to do with alcohol. Theirs um...a bottle a few feet away. It was emptied of its contents all over Jane Doe here.

Expensive stuff to. The question is what kinda point was the killer trying to make?Post mortem alcohol cleansing, defiantly strange.''

Listening to his matter-a -fact tone , I absently stroked my sore neck.

Then taking a tentative peek at Bobby, the dream now seemed far away. But that feeling I got when leisurely passing him around my thoughts,

stile remained, and my lions burned. It was strange the sinister undertone Roberts eyes had caused in the dream. Even now as I spied on my

partner, this undercurrent of sexuality, burnt me. And something else, something deeper, something more gratifying pulsed at the core.

It was just a dream. I could play along, indulge myself.

Maybe that's why it felt wrong. I was too busy backing away as if it were real, and not the delicious fantasy that it was. He had taken utter control

of me. Given no modes of escape. Driving me back like some heroine in a gothic romance novel, and then..then...

''He cornered me and sucked my neck''!

''What Eames?'' - Oh god I said that out loud?

''Nothing, just babbling to myself''.

''About your neck being sucked?''-Damn he'd heard.

''Alex''. He turned to me putting his hands on my shoulders, all his attention mine. Oh great here it comes I thought, He'd been picking up on

all my subtle clues today. The only problem being nothing is subtle to Goran.

''You've been preoccupied all morning. Come to think about it since..since yesterday I thought at first it was none of my business,

But it's ruining your focus. I think you need to talk''

''No I don't''. I practically yelled at him. Not used to me having those hissyfits. Not liking to let some of the stronger emotions out. I'd found them

to be more of a hindrance when you were a woman competing in a mans profession. That being the case I could usually keep them at bay.

Not today apparently. Bobby stepped back in surprise. And if I had not been so frustrated, I would have laughed. Surprising Bobby after all

Was no easy task. Recovering quickly, he looked into my eyes.

''You don't have to talk to me about this Alex, but ..but..if this keeps affecting your work..or you decide differently...''-he let the rest die on the air

Then tilted my chin up for emphasis, and looking into my face. I saw reflected in his what had been missing in the dream.

A respect and caring beyond any form of words.And I almost broke down right there. I should've told him all of it. Scraping my insides clean.

Until he never would have been able to ignore me again.

Bobby would've had to give me a response, a reaction, or a goddamn boot in the ass...But atleast I would've known.

What a disastrous idea. So much to lose. Would it be worth it? I fell short...

''Just some bad dreams, I'll be fine I promise''.-But I couldn't even keep my eyes on his.He sighed.

''Fine Alex, have it your way''.-Sounding hurt we began our way back to the car.