Sorry it's taken me so long to update! I had it all planned out- i was going to come home early from school (i didn't have any classes anyway), practice, and write a new chapter. But i got delayed in a rehearsal and when i get home with my brother, my front door is wide open. Some rat-bastards had thrown a rock through our dining room window and helped themselves to my house... they took my Dad's Basses (but left mine), some cameras (the day after i had finished taping and sent off a college audition tape- what timing!), some speakers, my DVD player, and all of my DVDs... but not my Criminal Intent DVDs- how lucky is that! They actually had to move them to get to the DVD player to steal, so the cops dusted my Law & Order: CI DVDs for prints- i have pictures! The only ones they found were mine, though... go figure... and they stole my ghetto/'88/3-inches-thick laptop and the bag it was in- that was all of my Fanfiction stuff! If they ever figure out how to boot the wretched thing all they're going to find is an over-slow computer and a bunch of "Bobby kissed Alex fiercely..." HAHA... anywho, of all the shit they stole, what really pisses me off is that they stole my $12 hairdryer... i HATE going to bed with wet hair! Anywho- here's a short chapter, hopefully i'll have some more written by later tonight... Enjoy!

Chapter 10

"They're going to move it," Bobby said to Julia as they carefully watched the brownstone they had just escaped from the day before.

"Are you sure they won't come after you? Marjorie already hates you with a passion, and now that you've blown up her car-"

"Correction: you blew up her car. But I see your point-" Just then, his cell phone rang.

"Goren," he answered reflexively.

"Hello Bobby," a familiar voice said.

"Marjorie, how-"

"Never mind that. The important thing is that I have something of yours... well, I'm sure she doesn't like to be referred to as property, but you see my point." Marjorie trailed off in a chuckle.

"Who is it," he demanded.

"Easy, Bobby. You're going to have to be nice to me- you did blow up my car and try to steal my Sapphire. If you want me to tell you you have to be nice."

"I didn't blow up-" he stopped short. "Tell me," he demanded once more.

"You partner may have the good looks, but mine has the power."

Bobby didn't know whether she was talking about Eames or Julia at first, but then.. how could she know about either of them?

"Let me speak to her." he said.

"If you insist," Marjorie said almost wistfully.

There was the sound of the phone being shuffled and then Bobby heard Alex's voice, "Bobby Goren, so help me God if you don't tell me what's going on right now- I'm going to-"

"Eames- shut up, where are you?"

"There's a big stone-" just then the phone clicked and there was silence.

Bobby's lower lip trembled with fury. "Fuck!" he shouted before he threw the phone across the room. He then calmed down. "I've got to go."

And within 2 minutes all of his stuff was thrown into the duffle bags and he was headed out the door with Julia trailing behind him.

"Bobby, wait-"

"No, you're not coming. Stay here and watch the building, call me if you see any movement."

"Let me come," she said, pulling on his arm.

"No!" he shouted more forcefully than he had intended.

Just then he felt a hand fly across his cheek. "You will not yell at me!" She said with heat.

"Sorry," he said, rubbing his cheek. "But you can't come, they might get you too..."

"Get who?"

His eyes went out of focus for a split second then returned. "No one. Call me if you find out anything." And with that he turned and walked away.

Bobby remained silent except to hail a taxi to the airport. He knew exactly where she was- that didn't concern him. What worried him was how they found her- and how they found him...

He really was beginning to feel like he had lost his grip- had let too many things slide. He- he stopped his train of thought short. They had gotten Gary- that much he was certain. That wasn't altogether unexpected- but how had they found Alex... he fumbled through his pockets as he got out of the taxi at the airport for money, pulling out his cell phone to get at the cash in the bottom of his pocket. He flipped through the bills, paid the taxi, and then looked at his cell phone screen to check the time.

Then he realized he didn't have his city phone. It must have been with Gary-ooh... She can't have been dumb enough to leave detailed messages... he had told her to call him; she called him; they had his cell phone; and now they had her...

Despite the growing list of Problems, Bobby had a plan, and he was ready to put it into action... assuming that no one's going to rat me out this time.

"Wait!" he shouted in line at the ticket counter at the airport. "Julia, that fucking bi-" but he stopped short again. There were little kids everywhere.

He finished his cursing mentally, bought an airline ticket to Mexico City, and then began to think aloud. "Ok, so Julia's in on it. They know that I'm coming. Gonna make it even more difficult. They won't hurt Eames; they haven't done it in the past... she's just bait... what are they really after? Stupid question Bobby... ok, assuming that the rock is there..."

He continued his incoherent babble all the way on to the plane. He sat down. He was totally exhausted, but totally wound tight at the same time. He didn't know what to do now. He was fidgety... he pulled his notebook out of his bag and opened it. Inside, along with all of his papers was a picture of him and Alex taken with a Polaroid at a bar... Alex was smiling the brightest he had ever seen. She looked incredibly happy... she also looked like the bird that had eaten the canary... there were bunny ears sticking out from behind his head.

Suddenly his chest tightened and he began to wheeze. It was going to take way too long to get to her... he wanted to be there now! After what Julia had done to him he felt like a jackass... and he felt like he owed Alex a big apology- and not just for dragging her into this mess. He felt like apologizing to her for something she didn't even know had happened...


Please R & R! I'm an addict!