Chapter 8

Disclaimer: They belong to Dick. So with that in mind "1, 2, better not sue!" – Homer Simpson

A/N – Thanks for the reviews so far! Sorry about Bobby's attitude there but…maybe this will cheer you up….but I'm not guaranteeing everything will stay honky-dory…Ideas are welcome! Also, The ALALA is a line break. Does anyone have any suggestion on how to fix that? Okay, enjoy.

Alex stared at the door. Carolyn stared with her but snapped out of it first.

"He didn't sound mad." Carolyn looked over at her friend who now had tears rolling silently down her cheeks.

"I can't believe he just walked out. He's having such a hard time with his mom after the whole private investigator thing. But – "

"No, Alex. The 'but' is when the hell did this happen? I didn't even know you guys were together." Carolyn looked at her friend accusingly. "How come you didn't tell me?"

"Carolyn, there was nothing to tell. That morning you came in and I was your partner for a half a second? The night before Bobby and I got into a huge fight. Huge. And he kissed me. I kissed him back. He carried me to bed and after that following morning we agreed that we wouldn't speak of it. That's it. Until now." Alex walked over to her couch and laid down.

"Alex, do you want me to talk to him? I'd ask Mike but…"Carolyn shrugged her shoulders. They'd both heard Bobby.

"No that's all right. He'll cool off. If I know anyone it's Bobby."

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"Logan."

"Logan, Goren. I need to talk to you." Bobby was in the cab he'd hailed outside of Alex's.

"Sure, man. Is it a case?"

"No. Alex is pregnant." Bobby shook his head as he said the words, still not believing them.

"Yeah? Man, Alex is a big girl, she can take care of herself. Or are you jealous?" Mike was just kidding, but as soon as the words came out of his mouth, he understood. "I'll meet you at the bar."

Mike Logan walked into the bar near Bobby's apartment. He found Bobby sitting in the back, nursing a beer and looking miserable. "Hey, Goren,"

"Logan." Bobby knocked back the rest of his beer and signaled the waitress.

"Sooo…what happened?" Logan ordered and sat back into the booth.

"That day we were fighting – "

"Oh, you mean the day I got knocked backwards off my chair? Yeah, I remember that. Go on."

"So, yeah. The night before that we got into a big fight and some things were said and all of a sudden I was kissing her…and then she was kissing me. And there you have it. We agreed not to talk about it and moved on. Now here we are. And I said some pretty nasty things just before I left her apartment just now. Carolyn's over there."

"I see."

"I didn't mean it. I said something about her dead husband and…I feel bad but…what am I supposed to do? I wasn't planning on this. I don't know…"

"Goren. Shut up. Go back to her apartment and apologize to her. Right now. You want her to keep it, yeah?"

"Yeah." Bobby looked up at Logan. "But I don't know what she wants to do."

"Well…stop talking to me and go ask her. For such a smart guy…" Mike smirked and started drinking his beer.

"Yeah. I'll see you tomorrow." Bobby threw some money down on the table and left.