At The Diner

Disclaimer: Not mine, Dick's.

A/N – Thanks for the reviews already!

Alex woke up and looked around her. Her head was pounding and her left arm felt like it had been cut off. Alex slowly turned her head to her left. And there was Bobby Goren, fast asleep on said arm. That's just great, Alex thought. She turned to her right and saw her knee-highs on the bed near her head. Huh, wonder how those got there. Alex tried to slip her arm out from under Bobby, noting the time on the clock. Seven thirty in the morning. Son of a bitch! She was going to be late for work. They both were. Alex pulled the rest of her arm out from under Bobby, who finally awoke.

"What are you doing!" Bobby turned to her and growled.

"I am trying to get my arm back, and we are both going to be late for work." Alex jumped out of bed, just then realizing she had only her bra and panties on. She ripped the sheet off of Bobby, who was still dressed, only his zipper was down.

"Uh, Alex, it's Saturday." Bobby half grinned at her and zipped his fly back up. His phone rang. Bobby reached for it. "Goren? Yes, just now. Breakfast sounds good. About an hour? Okay." Bobby hung up. "That was Carolyn. Under penalty of death we're to meet them at that diner we always go to." Bobby looked Alex up and down. "Do you remember last night at all?"

Alex blushed. All she remembered was him on top of her, kissing her. Alex shuddered pleasantly at the thought. "Uh, no. Do you?"

Bobby thought. The last thing he remembered was Alex throwing her knee-highs at him. Those legs…he tried to glimpse them now, but she had the sheet over her. "You threw your knee-highs at me during an impromptu striptease." She gaped at him. "Seriously, you did. Do you have coffee? I'll make some if you want to take a shower before we go."

"I stripped for you?" Alex was still gaping at him.

"We got into a fight. Your heel broke. That's all I remember and then the knee-highs. And then…that's it."

"So…did we…" Alex looked at him shyly.

"Uh, no we did not." And with that Bobby walked out to the kitchen. Alex stood in her room and surveyed the mess. Her clothes were in a pile near her door, knee-highs on the bed, and there were her shoes. One broke, the other perfectly fine. And the blankets were ripped off her bed and in a pile in the middle of it. Why did he say it like that? No we did not. Alex's stomach chose that moment to catch up with her. She bolted to the bathroom.

Bobby was in the kitchen, looking in her cupboards for the coffee filters when he heard her getting sick in the bathroom. He walked into the bathroom and pulled her hair off of her face. She sat back on her legs, holding herself against the toilet.

"Do we still have to go to breakfast?" Bobby nodded. Alex cringed. "You got that coffee coming?" He nodded again. "Are you mad at me for not sleeping with you or are you completely disgusted at the thought of doing so?" Bobby did a double take.

"What are you talking about?"

"I asked you if we did anything and you said 'no we did not' like you were either pissed or grossed out. I was just wondering." Bobby just stared at her. "You kissed me last night. You were on top of me and you kissed me." Bobby thought back. He didn't remember.

"I – I wish I remembered. But no, I'm not pissed and I'm not disgusted." Alex nodded and got up to turn on the shower. "Do you feel better?" Alex nodded. Before Bobby was even out of the bathroom, she took off her under things and slipped into the hot shower.

"Bobby? Could you grab me a towel?" Bobby stood in the bathroom, steam swirling about. He didn't answer her. He went to the linen closet and grabbed two towels and made his way back.

"Alex? I'm coming in." Alex stood in the shower, shampoo dripping down her face as her froze, wondering what he meant. The shower curtain pulled back and in stepped Bobby. Oh, that was what he meant. Alex turned away from him and stuck her head under the spray of water. She kept her eyes squeezed shut, simultaneously praying that he wasn't in there just to help her save hot water. She felt his hands on her hips, pulling her towards him. Alex silently cheered to herself.

At The Diner…

Mike and Carolyn sat in the booth together, Mike riling through Carolyn's purse, like he does. Every time they went out to breakfast Mike took it upon himself to look at the fun and interesting things Carolyn had in her oversized handbag. He had a various assortment spread out on the table when Alex and Bobby finally walked in. Carolyn looked at her watch – twenty minutes late. Alex looked flushed, her hair still wet. Bobby's shirt was mis-buttoned. They sat down across from Mike and Carolyn.

"Sorry we're late. Did you guys order?" Alex ignored Carolyn's look and focused on her menu.

Mike twisted one of Carolyn's lipsticks all the way up, pondering it. "Monkeys' brains." Mike looked at Carolyn, who was trying not to laugh despite her annoyance at the two detectives sitting across from her. "What is this color? How come you never wear it?" Mike tried holding the lipstick up to Carolyn's face. Carolyn slapped his hand and grabbed it back.

"It's not appropriate for work." She popped the top back on it and threw it in her purse.

"Now I was just cataloguing all this stuff and you're messing me up." Mike looked up at Alex and Bobby. They were completely oblivious. Carolyn wiggled her eyebrows at him. He winked.

"Carolyn, stop playing with my zipper!"

"But Mike, I have to get in your pants now."

"But you're knocked up with my baby!"

"Not just one, but four! We're having quadruplets!"

"Quadruplets? How am I supposed to rehearse my drag routine with four screaming kids?"

"Well, you're in luck. They're not yours, they're Bobby's!"

Alex put her menu down. "I think I'll have the turkey club." Mike and Carolyn stared at each other in awe. "Don't worry, I heard your little spiel." Bobby handed his menu to Alex.

"And nobody's having my baby…as far as I know. I'll have the pancakes." Bobby looked at the array on the table. "What is 'Guerlain'?" Bobby picked up another lipstick that was on the table.

Mike smiled. "Ah, that is the 'Guerlain Kiss Kiss Lipstick' in fuschia shine." Mike turned to Carolyn. Carolyn rolled her eyes and nodded, indicating he was indeed correct.

"Alex, care to join me in the ladies' room?" Carolyn motioned for Alex to join her. She turned to Mike. "Do not try anything on. Everything on that table is too expensive for you to be even looking at." Carolyn and Alex left the table. Bobby looked at Mike looking at gold plated powder compact.

"Why do you go through her purse every time we go out?" Mike sighed and started putting everything away.

"Can I tell you something? You can't tell anybody. Not even Alex. And never let Carolyn find out that you know either." Bobby nodded. "Carolyn and I have been seeing each other for about…a year." Bobby was floored. "You never knew?"

"No, I didn't. But last night, at the bar…"

"Oh, we do that to throw you guys off the scent. The first time we got together I started going through her purse and she walloped me good. Then I realized why. She had a picture of us from one of those photo booths where you get the strip of like 3 or four shots. We had it done one afternoon on a stake out. I didn't realize she had kept it. Since then…" Mike smiled at Bobby. "Now, you want to tell me why you guys were late?"

Meanwhile…

"Why were you late?" Carolyn washed her hands as she waited for Alex to get done. Alex came out of the stall and started to wash her hands as well.

"I had to take a shower." Alex blushed.

"Uh-huh. Let me guess, Bobby decided not to waste your hot water and hopped in there with you?" Carolyn was being sarcastic. Alex jumped; that's exactly what she'd been thinking before Bobby came into the shower. Alex said as much to Carolyn.

"Wow…seriously? I thought he was really mad last night."

"Oh, he was. Apparently we had a huge fight, my shoe broke, I did a strip tease, and he ended up kissing me, on top of me." Alex pulled her hair away from her face. "I wish you had your bag in here; I really need to cover up these circles."

"Okay, so, how does this lead to shower sex?" One-track mind, Carolyn.

"Well, I asked him if we had done it last night and he vehemently denied it. He looked disgusted to me. So I went to puke – "

"Okay, you could've left that out."

"- And he came in and held my hair back. Then I asked him about it and he said he was neither disgusted, nor pissed at me. And then I got into the shower. And then he got into the shower. And there's your story. How are you and Mike doing, by the way?"

Carolyn stared at her. "How did you know?"

"Oh, I know. I'm a detective, Carolyn." Alex smiled at her and walked back to the table.

A/N: Not entirely too sure where I'm going with this. If anyone has any ideas whatsoever…any at all…feel free to put 'em up! Thanks to Lallyb – I wasn't going to do anything with Mike and Carolyn at first but then I thought about it and got the purse idea…so thanks for planting that little seed. And thanks to all of you for reviewing. It's much appreciated.