With Margaritas: Ch. 8: Poison
By: The Confused One
A/N: I know I haven't updated this story in…a very long time, so I figured it was way overdue for an update. I haven't been rushing through this story because the show is continuing, and it's going to take a long time to catch up as it is. Not to mention I haven't had access to second season. So, I haven't been in hurry, but considering second season is going to be released in December, I plan on moving…faster with chapters on this story. So, I hope you all enjoy and please remember to review. Thanks.
Alex sipped at her margarita. She watched Bobby do the same. He was too quiet tonight. She didn't like it. She was afraid he was thinking too much about, something. She finally sighed and broke the silence, "It's more like nightmares, Bobby."
Bobby looked at her in confusion. Then he smiled. It suddenly dawned on him what she was getting at. "Yeah, you're right. Nightmare fits better."
Alex nodded. With a sigh, she took another sip of her drink. "I still can't…baby clothes."
With a nod, Bobby almost winced. "Yeah. I know." It was hard to process the idea that seven people were murdered so one woman could sell baby clothes. He quietly added, "They're releasing Mrs. Marlon tomorrow, first thing."
Relieved that he seemed OK, she let the earlier silence go. She smiled at the mention of Mrs. Marlon. She nodded and explained, "I know. Carver called and told me. She still reminds me of my grandma."
Bobby gave her a ghost of a smile now. He remarked, "Yeah. Speaking of your family, your mother called me last night. You gave her my number?"
Alex could tell he was more amused than angry. That pleased her. Satisfied with herself, she sipped at her drink. With out apology, she answered, "She asked for it. So I gave it to her. What was she calling you about?" Alex had an idea, but she wanted Bobby to confirm it. It was more fun for her that way.
Bobby sipped his drink again and admitted, "You know why. She called to invite me to come to a dinner with everyone tomorrow night."
Alex smiled broadly. This was she was hoping for. Bobby needed a family, a real family to connect with. Even if he hadn't told her about his family, Alex would have been able to see that in how he interacted with her family. Hopeful, she asked, "And you said?"
Bobby arched his eyebrows at her. He was trying to figure out what exactly Alex was up to. He knew the introduction to her family at the barbeque wasn't an accident. He just wished he could figure it out. With a twinkle in his eye, he assured her, "Your mother refused to take no for an answer. So, don't worry. She did her job. I'm coming."
Alex's relief went to confusion. Irritated, Alex was indignant as she replied, "You implying that I asked her to call you? I didn't ask her to, Bobby. She did it on her own."
Taking another sip of his drink, Bobby now stared at the table. He trusted her. Alex had never lied to him. And he wasn't sure what to make of that. It meant the call was completely Alex's mother's idea. Utterly confused now, his voice was low as he replied, "Sorry. I just…assumed."
Alex sighed. Feeling a bit better now, she knew what was going through his head. Putting her hand on his glass before he could drink any more of it, Alex met his questioning eyes. She guaranteed him, "I really didn't. You had fun at the barbeque, right?" When he nodded, she continued, "So did they. They enjoyed having you there, and they really want you there tomorrow. They liked you, Bobby. They want to get to know you better." After a moment, another thought occurred her. She asked, "You didn't ask my mother if I asked you to call, did you?"
Bobby smiled a little now. He assured her, "No. She didn't give me much of a chance to get a word in about anything really."
Alex laughed now. She could picture the conversation in her head. She quickly replied, "Good."
Bobby sighed. Looking up at her, he hesitated a moment before commenting, "I feel a little bit like a mooch though. I've been ordered not to bring anything. I know where you get your stubbornness now. She insisted that I just show up."
Alex smirked. She promised him, "It's not just you. She never lets anyone bring anything. Just go with it, Bobby. She likes to cook, and I meant it when I said they like you. They ask after you, especially Mom. She likes to mother and you apparently bring it out of her even more than most."
Bobby gave her a small smile. Meeting her eyes, he finally admitted, "Not used to it is all. You really have a good family, Eames."
Alex smirked at him now. She was proud of her family and said so. "I like to think so." Finishing her margarita, she assured him, "Bobby, it's just my family. You've met them. You like them, and they like you. If you're nervous, don't be. You'll have fun."
With a nod, Bobby finished his drink as well. He quickly agreed, "I'm sure I will."
Calmed by how calm he was now about it, Alex teased, "We may even pull out the old trivial pursuit game. You can beat everyone. Should be fun for you."
Bobby smiled again. He really enjoyed spending time with her. "Maybe. We'll just have to see."
Alex smirked. Rolling her eyes, she was about to speak again, when her phone rang. She frowned as she answered, "Eames."
Bobby listened to her side of the conversation. Pulling out his wallet, he watched as she hung up. "Carver got us the meeting with Generet?"
With a nod, Alex sighed. "Tomorrow morning. Lawyer and all."
Bobby smiled again. Putting down some money, he sighed. "We should go."
Alex nodded. She pulled some money out of her wallet and grumbled, "No rest for the weary…" She let the phrase trail off, knowing he'd get the meaning.
Bobby smirked as she grabbed her things and followed her out of the bar. "You know you love it."
She didn't have to think about her answer. He was right. "I do. I really do." When they reached her car, she turned around to face Bobby. She smiled softly, and broke the silence. "Night, Bobby."
With a sigh, Bobby replied, "Night, Eames."
