See chap. 1 for disclaimer
A/N: Alright, here's chapter 2 from Alex's POV. I know these first two are really short, but they're mainly introductory chapters. I promise the story will be normal length starting in chap. 3 (back to Bobby).
As much as I hated to admit it, she wasn't bad looking. She was long and tan and had decent hair. She wasn't inherently offensive in any way.
But she was hitting on my partner. And that was definitely not okay.
Imagine my surprise when I looked up from my paperwork to see the newest addition to the squad sitting on my partner's desk and shamelessly flirting with him. I couldn't help but wonder what the hell she thought she was doing. She was making what I guess you'd call "googly eyes" at him and was doing everything short of suggesting they go to the bullpen and...well, you know.
To be totally honest with myself, I had no right to be jealous. He's just a friend. A very good friend, but still only a friend. As much as I might wish otherwise, we aren't dating and probably never will. Besides, there was no way he had any feelings for me; I'm just that little detective from Major Case, no not that one, the blonde one, you know, John Eames's daughter, Goren's partner? Yeah, her. That's pretty much the only way people know me. I'm mostly a novelty: the little detective who can still kick some bad guy ass (if I do say so myself). He's the brilliant one, that's why it's always "Goren and Eames", not the other way around.
We've been partners for…God, has it been 5 years already? For 5 whole years I've been sitting in the desk across from him, wishing it was me that put that big grin on his face. You know the one, that smile that means he's either made a major breakthrough in a case or just witnessed something he finds incredibly amusing. (Whether or not anyone agrees with the sentiment is another story.) I love that smile, how it completely changes his face. I love the way it just peels away the years and makes him look less like Goren the cynical, weathered veteran and more like Bobby the sweet, fun-loving man I fell in love with.
No. I have to stop thinking like that. We're partners, I can't let myself get emotionally involved. I wouldn't put our partnership or our friendship at risk for anything, no matter how much I may wish he would take off that tie and jacket…
I can't do this. How did I get myself into this mess? When did just leaning over my shoulder start to make me blush? How could I let myself feel like this?
Ugh. If I ever get my head on straight, I'll let you know.