The Long and Winding Road: pt. 5
By: The Confused One
Rating: PG or so.
Pairing: I think it's quite obvious by this point in
this fic that there is a pairing in this fic, and it's
Bobby/Alex.
Warning: Nope. Not at this point. This is a fairly
safe chapter.
Feedback: Yes. Please review. It'll revive my muse.
Archive: Yes, definitely, to Amorous. If you also
want it, all I ask is, you let me know where you're
taking it.
Summary: These are basically bridge scenes that have
significange later. So enjoy. :)
Disclaimer: I think it's quite obvious by now that I
don't own the show or anything affiliated with it.
I'm not making any money, so please don't sue the nice
little, poor college student here.
Nikolas barely found himself being able to keep up
with Alex as she walked to Deakins' office. Before
she could knock though, an aggravated male voice spoke
behind her, "Well, well, well, if it isn't detective
Eames. Where'd ya go last night? Or don't you have
the stomach for real police work?"
Alex angrily turned on her heels. Walking till she
was practically in his face, Alex icily responded, "I
was looking for my partner Hodges."
Hodges took a step back uncomfortable with Alex's in
your face assertiveness. He replied, "I told you both
to stay out of a vice case."
Alex poked him with her index finger. She replied,
"It was a set up from the start. You know that.
Goren didn't do anything wrong."
Hodges laughed. He twisted the knife, "Nothing but
get two people, himself included, thrown off a roof.
They're both probably dead anyway."
Alex scathingly shot back, "We know Goren is alive!
Now, get out of my face."
Hodges was surprised to find that the detective had
survived. He was almost disappointed. He hated it
when other departments, especially departments like
Major Case where everyone thought they were better
than the rest, butted in on a vice operation. He
acidly asked, "What about Santos?"
Alex was taken a back for a moment. Alex admitted,
"We don't know. He wasn't at the hospital."
Hodges nodded. He dryly replied, "I knew it. See,
your department is useless."
Alex had an urge to punch the guy, but she held back.
She was just pleased to see him leave. She just
wished the whole nightmare would end already. She
just wanted her partner safe and sound. She wished
she could go back in time, save Ryan, and have
everything back to the way it was supposed to.
Turning back around she came face to face with Nikolas
again, who soothingly replied, "Don't listen to him.
He's a jerk."
Alex smiled. She found the man who seemed to be
nipping at her heels and following her everywhere to
be somewhat fun, and she was grateful to have someone
around during all of this. She really wasn't caring
what their rank was. Alex appreciatively replied,
"Thanks. I know. Hodges is an ass. He's just bitter
because I made major case instead of him. He doesn't
seem to think that vice is good enough anymore."
Nikolas nodded. Alex knocked on the door. She heard
a familiar voice inside. Deakins commanded, "Come in
Eames."
Alex couldn't repress her smile as she opened the
door. Deakins gave Alex a once over before greeting
her, "Alex, you look like hell. Have you even slept?"
Looking at the floor, Alex admitted, "Just a couple of
hours." Meeting Deakins' eyes again, Alex changed the
subject, "Listen, we checked out all the clinics
around the area, and hit the jackpot. Goren was at
one of them."
Deakins felt like all the weight of the world had been
lifted off of his shoulders. He couldn't believe what
he was hearing. He was elated. Looking at Alex he
interrupted her with a barrage of questions, "How is
he? Where is he? Is he awake? Did you get the guys
who did it?"
Alex put up her hand to stop him. She sadly replied,
"We still can't find him. We know he's alive, but
he's disappeared again. He was at St. Mary's Mission.
A doctor treated him. He woke up with amnesia. He
doesn't remember us, who he is, where he's from, or
his job. The dealers were the ones that were there
when he woke up. I think he's trusting them, thinking
he doesn't have anyone else. They got him to go out a
window and leave. He's out there without his memory."
Deakins nodded, the happiness and excitement gone.
The severity of the situation was sinking in. His
close friend and star detective was in major trouble
still. Deakins looked up at Alex and solemnly asked,
"He trusted them? What do you want to do now?"
Alex opened her mouth to speak, but she stopped, not
sure what to say at first. Nikolas decided to take
advantage of the quiet. He hesitantly asked, "Wh-what
happened to Detective Goren when he was a kid? Why is
it a big deal if he remembers?"
Alex took a deep breath. She knew Bobby wouldn't want
all of his secrets announced to everyone. Besides,
honestly, she was more worried about him remembering
his children. She vaguely replied, "Let's just say
that Goren didn't have an idealist childhood. Having
him remembering it isn't going to be pretty."
Nikolas arched his eyebrows. Realizing he wasn't
going to get any more out of them, he changed topics,
"Ok, fine, so how are we going to find them?"
Looking back at Deakins Alex purposed a plan, "We
search the compound. You know that's where they're at
now, and we have a reason now. We know they live
there. We're searching for a person, and we'll
probably find the evidence to put these guys away for
more than the kidnapping too."
Deakins nodded. He answered, "As good a place to
start as any."
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Bobby sat on a couch. The bandages and casts,
obviously, were still on him, but he was looking
better since he had gotten cleaned up at the house.
He found he liked the designer suit he was wearing,
even if it was a tad bit short. He was engrossing
himself into trying to make sense out of the few
scattered pieces that was his memory. So far he had
female cop, a woman talking to herself that he called
mom, and rows and rows of books in a library. Luis'
voice brought Bobby out of his thoughts, "Carson
deserves something for all the shit he's done for us.
You can't deny that."
They both stopped in the doorway, realized he was
there. Martin immediately gave Bobby a smile that he
immediately recognized as insincere. Martin politely
asked, "How you doing?"
Bobby gave them a smile as insincere as Martin's had
been. He carefully gave them a half-truth, "Better.
Can't remember a thing, but better."
Luis nodded. He replied, "Nothing at all? Listen,
whatever you need. We're here to help."
If Bobby Goren had to chose two qualities in people
that he didn't trust, they would have to be gushing
and insincerity. Both traits screamed scam. The two
people who were in the room with him were exuding
both, in spades. Bobby's stomach lurched a little.
The seemingly instinctual distrust and dislike for the
two men was stronger than ever. Something inside was
screaming at him to go running from the house as fast
as possible. Something screamed danger and told him
that he wasn't safe. But all Bobby could make himself
do was smile, and reply, "Thanks."
The two men turned around and headed for the door.
Martin called back, over his shoulder, "Dinner will be
in a couple of hours Thompson."
