The phone rang. Bobby was called out.
When he left the room, Regan let out a deep breath. I need a diversion, she thought.
She picked up the phone and called Elliot. "It is time for you to leave work and focus on your family."
"The game isn't until later," he said.
Damn, he is stubborn, Regan muttered to herself.
"Come on, go for a run with me," Regan needed to burn some energy. But, whether she admitted it or not, this was about control. She thought she could steer the conversation better if she got to Elliot out on her own terms. Plus, evading Elliot's questions would keep her mind off of her reaction to Bobby.
"After that, we can go help Kathy get dinner, and get the kids ready. Can you get away?" She heard the pause of a workaholic. Kathy was Elliot's wife, and Regan knew that she wasn't happy with the time Elliot spent at work. Regan didn't blame her. Regan remembered her own mother complaining about being alone every evening when their father was working. Being a cop's wife wasn't easy.
"Elliot, say yes. Think about it, in one evening, you can make your sister happy, your kids will remember what their father looks like, your brain and spirit will be refreshed, and, you will have a wife who is aflame with gratitude." Aflame? What the hell? The lust was oozing out of her subconscious.
To Elliot, little sisters were for spoiling, teasing and protecting. He certainly gave her enough teasing and protecting. It wasn't easy to get him to leave work early, but she had convinced him.
"Ok, let's do it," he said.
Regan hung up the phone and gathered her things from the room. She was walking out the door, looking toward Bobby's desk, when suddenly, she ran right into him. He reached around and grabbed her shoulder, as if to make sure she didn't lose her balance. "Sorry," he smiled. He leaned down, "Are you ok?"
Am I ok? Regan felt the weight of his hand on her shoulder, and the weight of something growing inside her that was becoming harder to escape. She looked at his face. Relaxed earlier, now it was intense, focused. She could feel how close she was to him; she glanced down at his suit jacket, blue. It was blue. She must be just centimeters away from him.
Suddenly Regan felt small and powerless. Powerless over his size. Powerless over what he could do to her emotionally. Powerless over the intensity which was burning inside of her. She hated feeling powerless. She felt sick at the emotion.
"In a hurry?" she questioned, a little condescendingly. The FIGHT was rising up.
His eyes widened a bit. He looked at her. Later, he would try to figure out this reaction that she was having. Right now, he had work to do.
"Uh, yeah, well I got a call," he motioned toward the phone. He was in a hurry, but that didn't stop his ever- working nose from breathing in her scent. She's so close. She smells good.
Another just- a- bit- too- long moment.
"I have to, I gotta go," he nodded his head toward the door, and he finally stepped aside, clearing the doorway for her.
"Thanks," she said shortly, irritated at his sudden rush to leave. She stepped by him without smiling, or looking back. She had to squash the school girl rising up in her. He is working, for God's sake.
She went out and gathered her things. As she was getting them together, Bobby breezed by her, grabbing his coat, and papers. He distractedly mumbled goodbye as he went past her.
Regan realized that she had just gotten some very pragmatic information. When Bobby Goren was involved in a case, the rest of the world faded away.