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Chapter 3

Vice Meets Narcotics

As the doors opened on the first level, a blond haired man put his arm around the khaki clad waist of the woman. Looking down at her, he smiled. "Alex, you hungry?"

The young detective in the far right corner of the elevator cocked his head slightly. Alex, Alexandra, Lexa? He focused on the back of the jacket, trying to see something familiar about it.

Pausing in her response to a another fellow co-worker, she opened the jacket, turning slightly she flashed the blond haired man. "You don't think I'm going to a diner in this do you?"

There were several appreciative whistles given, and the young woman blushed. The detective in the corner raised a brow, he could just barely make out the "G" on the name tag. He rubbed the stubble on his face. But, could it be the same girl he met those many years ago?

She closed the jacket, and laughed. They stepped out of the elevator and walked towards the garage. The detective followed, but only because his own vehicle was parked in the garage. He watched as they each went to their own separate vehicles.

Unlocking the door to his own vehicle, he paused, straightening up, he noticed the young man had already driven off, while the young lady was fighting with her seat belt. He softly called out. "Lexa?"

She stopped pulling on the seat belt and listened. Feeling somewhat braver, he called out a little stronger. "Lexa?"

She looked in his direction. Tilting her head she looked towards the tall detective. She furrowed her brow. A slight recognition crossed her eyes. She looked down at the garage floor for a moment, and back up at the detective who was now approaching her. Releasing the seat belt she stepped out of the car. "Bobby?"

He smiled shyly. In two strides he was in front of her. She beamed up at him, putting her hand out. He gently took her hand in his, and like years before, hers disappeared in his grip. "Ah, you are working in Vice, right?"

Alex giggled. "They say I could pass for the real thing. How have you been? What are you doing now? How's your mom?" With the last question she could see his tired eyes darken, he slowly released her hand.

She touched his arm, afraid that he would leave. "Wait, how about coffee?"

His eyes began to dance. "I, I thought you wouldn't go to a diner dressed like that?"

Alex smiled. "With you, I wouldn't be afraid of what other's think." Bobby smiled back into her honey brown eyes.

His eyes drifted over her khaki clad figure. Shaking his head, he grinned. "It still doesn't fit."

Alex looked down at the jacket. The sleeves had enveloped her small hands, and she gave an appearance of a street urchin. She looked up at Bobby and smiled. "It's just perfect."

A/N: Okay fellow readers...what do you think? Take the story farther, or let it go? Let me know what you think. Thanks!