A/N: I like Wheeler. She's cool. Why doesn't anyone ever call her 'Megan'?
Wilma opened her apartment door with a sigh. She really didn't want to talk to him. "What do you want, Ashley?" she asked, irritated that the man had come to see her at her home – without calling.
"Can I come in?" he asked, just as irritated as she was that he had to go down there and beg to get her to go back to work. It seemed the brass didn't want Detective Wilma Carson quitting her job. Apparently she was too good.
With another sigh, the woman nodded and opened the door further to allow him inside. "What do you want? I already turned in my gun and my badge."
"Yeah, that's the problem," he snapped. He pulled out her gun and her badge and put them on her coffee table. "The brass won't accept them. Lt. Van Buren over at the 2-7 says she's willing to take you on. Actually, she begged them not to accept your actions and give you over to Homicide. Seems you've found a friend, Carson."
Her eyes flickered to her badge and gun. She really didn't want to leave the force. Homicide sounded nice … she'd heard about Lt. Anita Van Buren. "What's gonna happen to Fin?"
"He's accepting a place in SVU."
"Special Victims? Why?" Wilma's brow furrowed as she tried to comprehend why someone would go to that unit willingly.
Ashley shrugged, "He put in the request last week."
"And the undercover op?"
"They went to Brooklyn."
Wilma nodded. "Okay."
"Okay?" Wilma just nodded again, letting Lt. Ashley know exactly what she was saying 'okay' to. "You start tomorrow after lunch. Van Buren wants some time to let your new partner read over your file and get used to the idea." Without another word he left.
Wilma stared down at her badge and her gun. Emotions overwhelmed her as she stood there, looking at the two things that had symbolized so much in her life. She was cop – nothing was going to change that.
Her phone started to ring and she picked it up, "Carson?"
"Wilma, it's me, Bobby."
"Hey, bro. What's up?"
"I can't come to dinner tonight," he said, without explanation.
"Why the hell not?"
"Umm … I have to make dinner for my new partner." He sounded hesitant, as if he thought Wilma was going to be angry at his sudden cancellation of their dinner plans.
"Bobby, what did you do?" Wilma asked, more curious than upset.
"I … uh … I kinda … went off on the suspect in the interrogation room today. I-it was the first time I've done that … with Eames and it spooked her pretty bad."
Wilma smiled softly, knowing that her brother had to make it right with this partner. She looked at her watch and noticed it was only four-thirty. "I'll be at your apartment in ten minutes to start dinner for you two. Okay, Bobby? What does she want?"
"Wilma you don't have to do that," Bobby protested.
"Not another word, Bobby. I'm going to do this because it appears that you don't want to lose this new partner of yours – and you've only had her for two weeks. Now, what would Detective Eames like for dinner?"
There was muffled talking in the background before Bobby came back on the line and said, "She would like eggplant parmesan. You can do that, right?"
Wilma laughed heartily before saying, "Yes, Bobby, I know how to make eggplant parmesan. It will be ready in an hour, okay?"
"See you then, Will."
Wilma smiled and shook her head as she got ready to leave. Men.
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Alex sighed as she pulled up into her partner's apartment building. This was the first time she'd been to his apartment and she was quite anxious to find out what it looked like. When he'd offered to make her dinner, she had been reluctant to say the least. But her father had told her to try to get to know the big, unconventional cop before she decided on what to do about her request for a new partner … what better opertunity to learn about him than to have dinner with him?
"Um … Eames?"
"Yes, Goren?"
"Y-you can get out of the car now."
She turned to glare at him, but had to stop and smile slightly at the lost puppy look he had on his face – like he thought she was going to yell at him for telling her it was time to get out of the car.
Alex wasn't surprised to find that Bobby was on friendly terms with his doorman as they walked in. "Hey, Gary. Wilma still up there?" Bobby asked.
Gary, an older man of about sixty, grinned at the mention of the woman who'd become a constant in Bobby's life. He tapped the container next to his arm and said, "Yep, she sent this down for me about ten minutes ago. Wanted to make sure I was eating properly. Seriously, boy, I don't know where you found that woman."
Bobby grinned, this exchange happened every week, "I didn't, Gary, she found me."
Gary's grin was shameless, "Still … such a shame it took her so long. I haven't eaten so well since my wife died."
"Gary, this is my new partner, Detective Alex Eames," Bobby said, changing the topic from his sister's cooking talents. "Eames, this is Gary Fitzgerald, one of the doormen."
Alex smiled, "It's nice to meet you, Mr. Fitzgerald."
"You too, Detective. I hope you stick with Bobby longer than his last partner did."
"We … uh … we better get going. You know how Wilma gets when the food gets cold."
"Sure, sure," Gary said as the big detective ushered his pretty and petite partner to the elevator off to the left.
"Goren? Whose Wilma?" Alex asked, unsure if he'd answer her.
Bobby glanced at Eames before responding, "Wilma Carson … my sister."
"You have a sister?" Eames asked incredulously. "I don't remember that being in your personnel file."
"It's not." The elevator stopped on the right floor and Bobby ushered Eames down the hall to his apartment. He opened the door and the two were bombarded with the smell of fresh bread and eggplant parmesan.
Wilma stuck her head out from the kitchen, "Good, you're here. Hi, you must be Detective Eames. I'm Wilma." She turned her attention to Bobby, "Red or white?"
"Chardonnay."
Wilma raised her eyebrows, "French wine with Italian food? You're living on the edge tonight, Bobby."
"Would you prefer a German wine, Wilma?" Bobby asked, cocking his head to one side as he was oft to do in the interrogation room.
"Actually, I would prefer a good Italian wine. Like, say Pinot Grigio. What do you think, Detective Eames?"
"I prefer Pinot Blanc, personally."
Bobby looked at her oddly, "You know wines?"
She looked back at her new partner, "You got a problem with that, Goren?"
Bobby didn't know what to say as Wilma laughed at them. "We'll get along just fine, Detective Eames."
Alex smiled at the other woman, "Call me Alex."
A/N: What's up with Logan and Wheeler getting all the gang/mob cases? And what's up with Bobby having a mid-life crisis? He's not allowed! ARG!!! But if you caught 'Blasters' PLEASE tell me that you caught Logan's line about Goren when they're talking to the Albanian cops! It was HILARIOUS! Reminded me so much of when Eames was on maturnity leave and Bobby was stuck with Bishop and he kept on saying "Eames would have known."
Please review, I'd love to know what you guys think of this scene and the whole introducing Alex thing.