New Orleans
By: The Confused One
Summary: The story of what Bobby and Alex did in New Orleans besides talk to the banker during "Conscience".
Rating: K+
Warnings: Sexual references, but nothing too bad or descriptive.
Reviews: I would love some reviews. Thanks.
Archive: Sure. Just let me know where.
Disclaimer: I swear I don't own anything associated with CI. I have no money, and I mean no harm. Please don't sue. Thanks.
A/N: I guess I needed and wanted to write another fluff piece after some of the other stuff I've written. Not to mention that I've been bored and watching too much CI lately. Please enjoy and remember to review.
Walking out of her hotel room, Alex smiled. Bobby was also just coming out of his room. Walking over to him, she asked, "You look good. You ready?"
Bobby smiled now too. They had the whole night to themselves. They had done the interview already, and they didn't have to catch the plane till morning. It was the chance to have an anonymous night in New Orleans where they could just be Bobby and Alex, best friends and not Goren and Eames of the Major Case Squad for a change. They had decided to take definitely advantage of it. Looking her over, Bobby replied, knowing he'd get a rise out of her, "You look better. Let's go."
Wide-eyed, Alex laughed. Slapping his arm, she ordered, "Don't do that. Come on."
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Having found a nice but small restaurant with a live jazz band a dance floor, Bobby and Alex had settled in. Swallowing some rice, Bobby commented, "Nothing in New York tastes like this."
Alex swallowed the last of her chicken. With a nod, she agreed, "It's very good. But then, I'm still not even sure what you ordered. I don't recognize much of it."
Bobby laughed. It was a known fact to all who knew her that Alex Eames wasn't big on adventurous eating. He tried to remind her, "Just because you've never heard of it, doesn't mean it's not good."
Alex crinkled her nose. She replied, "I know that. I just know what I like. That's all."
Bobby arched his eyebrows and admitted, "If you say so."
The waitress walked up to the table. Placing the check on the table, she asked, "Is there anything else I can get for you?"
Bobby shook his head. He assured her, "No. We're fine. Thank you."
Alex shook her head. Finishing her glass of wine, Alex replied, "I wasn't kidding before Bobby. You really did choose a great place."
Bobby smiled. He shrugged and explained, "It looked like what we were looking for from the outside. You want to dance?"
Smiling, Alex nodded and agreed, "Sure."
Taking her hand he led her to the dance floor. As the soft, light jazz number played Bobby pulled her closer. Putting one hand on the small of her back, he pulled her even closer. He slowly led them across the dance floor.
Alex couldn't take her eyes from his. There was suddenly something electric between them. They had let down their guard and their real feelings were overwhelming them. His scent was almost intoxicating to her.
Bobby could smell her perfume. The room faded. The only people, the only world he knew was her. He was in a daze, until her lips touched his. Crashing back to earth, the surprise overwhelmed him. Pulling away, he met her eyes. He searched for answers and understanding. His voice was low and husky, "Eames. Alex, we can't."
Alex shook her head. Bobby had said it himself. They weren't supposed to be Bobby and Alex partners in the NYPD that night. They were Bobby and Alex best friends. She whispered, "Don't think. Just feel tonight."
Wide-eyed, Bobby followed Alex back to the table. Paying the check that had been left Bobby couldn't believe what was happening. He eyed her carefully, as she got her things together, and the trepidation began to return. He finally broke the silence, "Alex…"
Alex refused to let it be ruined. She interrupted him, "Don't. Tomorrow we can go back to New York and things will go back to before, but for tonight, it's just us. Let it be us."
Bobby nodded slowly. Following her out of the restaurant, he hoped they wouldn't regret this.
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Lying in his arms, Alex sighed happily. Looking up at him, she conceded, "That was amazing."
Bobby smiled too. He had to agree, "Yeah."
Alex snuggled back into his arms and replied, "We still have a few hours before we have to get up. Try to get some sleep Bobby. We'll be Goren and Eames when we get up."
Bobby sighed. He closed his eyes and tried to go back to sleep. A part of him didn't want to pretend it didn't happen. But he knew he couldn't work without her. His recent time with Bishop had reminded him of that. They'd have to live with how things were. Something about how Alex was handling it told him she already knew all of this and had accepted it way before he had. He decided that if she could, he could too. He finally drifted back off to sleep.
