A/N Thanks for all the wonderful reviews, everyone has been so incredibly nice. I hope you all like this next chapter, and I think chapter three might be from my killers POV, as always, I own none of this, I am just enjoying letting my mind play in Dick Wolfs world for a while.

Chapter 2

'Take Eames to your place and don't let anyone near her'

Those where his exact words, and somehow she felt like it was more of a proposition. She knew that there was no way he meant it in any other way then a captain looking after his detectives. She also knew that there was no way that anything would happen, she was just in Goren's protective custody.

That was another thing that pissed her off she didn't need him to protect her. She could take care of herself, she had been doing it ever since her husband died, with out so much as a shoulder to cry on, Deakins got that, how come Ross couldn't just understand.

"Eames, Eames… Alex." She looked over at her partner. He never addressed her by her first name. "Are you alright."

"I don't need you to take care of my Bobby." She said in disgust.

"Alright. Well, that being said would you rather I take you to a motel room."

Another proposition. She needed to clear her head.

Things got really fuzzy right after the abduction. She left the hospital, feeling alright, drove home and sat in her drive way for six hours, not able to get out of the car and go inside. Goren had offered to take her home, but she insisted on going alone. Then when she got there she couldn't bring herself to get out of the damn car. Let alone walk through the door. He had assured her that Logan chipped in with some new detective, Wheeler to help him clean up. That there was no way when she returned that the apartment would look like anything had happened. They even got Polly, or at least a replacement Polly. Still the fear that racked her body was too much, and so after six hours sitting out front she finally started the car and drove off. Half expecting to end up checking into a motel, half expecting to end up at her sisters or her parents. She was shocked when she pulled into the parking spot next to Bobby's at his apartment. Until that moment everything was a blur, she had no idea that's where she was driving to.

He answered the door, before she had a chance to knock on it. He didn't say a word to her when she walked in, just went into the other room and came back out carrying a blanket and two pillows, he made out the couch into a bed then quietly walked back into the kitchen.

"Goren." She said, "Bobby, I don't want to stay the night."

He didn't respond just went to work in the kitchen. Whatever he did smelled wonderful. So she just sat down on the edge of the 'bed' couch and waited for her partner to reappear. He did only a few minutes later.

"I set the table in the kitchen for us to eat." He said, like he had been expecting her the whole time. It was eerie how he knew these things.

That was six weeks ago, right after she got out of the hospital. The first night he slept on the couch, trying to be cavalier about it, and let her have the comforts of the bed. She slept, not well, waking every couple of hours from the nightmares.

The next night, she offered to take the couch, knowing neither of them were getting any sleep, him because his big frame was to cramped on the small sofa, and her because of the nightmares. Again he tried to be cavalier about it. However she won out, and he went to sleep in his own bed and she went to sleep on the couch. When the nightmares began, she got up and went into the bedroom. Not wanting to wake him, she laid down beside him and slept through the first night since the abduction happened.

That lasted only for about three weeks, before Alex finally insisted on going back to her own home. Sleeping in her own bed, the first couple nights he showed up and slept with her, or on the couch. Then she was on her own. Now things were back to the way they were, and here she was back on his couch.

"Eames, I… I was just wondering, do you think that who ever left that rose in your apartment knew that you had stayed with me for the last couple of weeks."

"I don't think so. Why?"

"I don't know."

He left her standing in the middle of his living room and silently went into the bedroom. She was used to the layout of his apartment now so she went to the kitchen and made herself a cup of tea, then curled up with her feet under her on the couch and turned the tv on the volume was low enough she didn't have to mute it. After about ten minutes when he didn't return from the bedroom she assumed he had gone ahead and went to sleep so she rose from her spot on the couch, double checked the locks on his door, and turned off the lights. Then returned to her tea and the low hum of the tv.

Bobby's cell phone ringing startled her awake, the screen on the tv had gone from infomercials, to that static of being off the air, she turned it off, then lifted her partners phone to see who was calling. Logan, figures, Eames thought.

"Eames."

"Oh good, I didn't think you guys were still up all the lights were off." Logan said. Duh, they were asleep. She noticed for the first time that he had covered her with his comforter, and placed one of his pillows under her head. Apparently he came back out of the bedroom after she had passed out on the couch.

"What do you need Logan?" Eames asked.

"Well Wheeler and I are downstairs, I have been buzzing for about ten minutes, could you please let me in."

"Eames is that my phone?" Goren asked, reappearing, his hair dishevled from the bedroom.

"Yeah I'll buzz you in." She said into the phone ignoring her partner.

He looked cute, his hair standing on end, and no shirt on. She shivered then pushed the thoughts aside, time to remain neutral, another neurotic killer was after her, this was getting old. Real fast. And suddenly despite Bobby, or maybe because of him, going back to VICE was starting to look really good.

"Logan and Wheeler are here, they want to talk to us."

"Shit, it's four in the morning." Goren said.

"Maybe they got a break."

As she buzzed in the two detectives Goren sulked back to his room and pulled on a flannel shirt. They better have caught a break, he didn't think he could handle much more of this.