I don't really like Wheeler, and I think it shows in this. Yeah, Logan brings her down a bit…

Title: Live or Die

Summary: I want to play a game with you, Robert Goren…

Rating: T (violence, and more violence)

Archive: I'm still not sure what this means…

Disclaimer: No; just no.

Bobby's fingers tapped unrelenting at the desk in front of him. He had hidden here away from Ross, but Alex haunted him. She was everywhere in this building, in his building-that was why he couldn't return home. He pressed his hands against the cold metal of the desk and groaned. She was here-with him-to haunt him. No! Bobby shook his head. She was here to help him, to aid him in finding her. He reached into his jacket and pulled out one lone photo from his pocket.

"Alex, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry I let her get you."

"You were drugged, so you can stop all of that, Goren." Bobby's twisted his body back to look at the doorway. Framed in the metal box Logan's form was lax and sympathetic-not accusatory. "She put it in the wine." Goren's eyes followed Logan across the room, and Logan felt his gaze burn down his spine. "You know I have to ask all of this, and then IA." Goren's eyes darkened. "Maybe; Ross is trying to cover up this with you guys pulling an all-nighter, and you falling asleep there."

"What good is that going to do? Nicole wants this out, and she wants to hurt me by hurting Alex. I don't know what to do to fix that, but I need to explain to Ross about it." Bobby's restless energy broke through, and he launched his body onto the floor-pacing. Logan watched. His eyes followed Bobby's movements before falling back onto the table. A voice from the door spoke up. "It? That's what you boil your relationship with her down to?"

Goren spun. His eyes were wide, and he glared at Wheeler, who had taken up protection in the frame of the door. Logan sighed.

"You-you should never think that I do not love Alex more than anything in my life." Bobby grew as he stalked towards Wheeler, and she drew back. His eyes burned into her skull. "I love her. You don't-can't understand it. For the years that I've known her she has always been there for me, and now I have to save her. Nicole-she'll-she'll torture her. I can't let that happen. I can't let her hurt Alex. I can't loose her…" Bobby's voice trailed off as he worked his way past Wheeler and to Ross's office. Logan's eyes caught Wheeler's, and while his stare didn't come near Bobby's it shook her. She swallowed, flicked one of her nails in an old-broken-habit-way, and cast her eyes to the floor. Logan stood up and stopped in front of Wheeler. He pressed the photo of Alex into Wheeler's hand. She spoke up.

"We need to make sure that he didn't contact Nicole to orchestr-!" She jumped when Logan's hand hit the wall next to her head.

"You need to grasp something, and you need to do it fast. Bobby Goren is in love with Alex Eames, and visa versa." He flipped the photo up so Wheeler could see it. "Why else would he carry this photo in his chest pocket?" Logan left Wheeler there staring down at Alexandra Eames smiling up at her.

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Nicole Wallace watched Alex from her chair. Her slender legs were crossed at the knees, and her skirt hugged her figure. Alex's arms were crossed at the elbow, and her red silk clung to her body because of the blood and sweat. Nicole brushed one long strand of blonde hair out of her face, and stood up with all the grace of self assured sexuality. Alex twitched one finger as her hair stuck to her forehead with dried blood, and her leg dangled uselessly with all the pain of the blood and bone showing through her flesh.

"How is that leg feeling, Alexandra?" Nicole brushed one hand across her cheek, and slid it down her neck. She dug her nails into the flesh of Alex's collarbone. "It's polite to answer me, Alexandra." Alex snarled.

"You can kiss my ass, Nico-!" Nicole's hand shoved the shears into Alex's back. The tips tore through the silk, and drew a red line across Alex's spine. Alex smiled. "You know what he'll do to you, Nicole? He'll hate you even more. He won't stop until he's killed you." Alex's eyes, had then not been covered with a tie, would have burned through Nicole's soul. She didn't need her eyes though; the venom in her voice was clear enough. "Everything you've done to me, and your other victims he'll return ten fold, and I'll be watching, Nicole. And you know what? He'll steal love me, and still look at you with that disgusted look on his fa-."

"Alexandra, you really must learn when to keep your mouth shut."

"You may think you have the upper hand, Nicole, but I have Bobby."

Nicole sighed. Her breath escaped her lips in a soft whistle, and Alex's shoulder muscles twitched under her skin. The small movement caught Nicole's eyes. She laid her hand on Alex's skin. The muscles jumped again. Nicole's voice drifted through the air, and landed in Alex's ear with a breathless, excited quality. "Do your arms hurt, Alexandra?" Nicole allowed the tips of the shears to glide across Alex's shoulders and clavicle. The tips dug into the flesh at the curve of Alex's neck, and Alex couldn't help but draw her neck away. Nicole stopped the shears on top of the muscle. Their tips pierced the top layer of skin and continued to burrow into her flesh until they were an inch or so in. Alex wouldn't let herself wince. Besides, the pain in her legs was far greater than what Nicole was doing now.

With the tips in about an inch Nicole used one hand to work the shears out to their half widest point. Alex drew a shuddering breath. The shears struck her shoulder bone, and slid across the hard surface with all the feeling of tin foil on teeth. A shiver went through Ale's body. Nicole removed the shears and traced a heart on the skin of Alex's left shoulder. Sliding the metal down to Alex's back she whispered, "If you have him why not show it?" She shoved the edges into Alex's back, and Nicole's eyes followed the path of the shears as she carved a heart into the flesh of Alex's back.

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"…Play a game with you, Robert. I've been watching you with your partner. Your games are very…Interesting. I'm just having trouble trying to figure out what draws you to her, but after watching you two last night it's no wonder that you're attracted to her. Does your new captain…"

Logan walked towards the bed, and toed one sheet away from him. Wheeler looked at him from the door. "I had always heard stories about them, but this explains it. No one knew why she stayed as his partner." Logan snorted. His hands pulled back one of the blankets, but the red thong fueled his hands to toss the blanket back over it.

"Rookies should be seen and not heard." He glanced at her over his shoulder, and met her narrowed eyes. "You haven't been around them enough. Their amazing, and Goren isn't a nut job." Wheeler opened her mouth to protest, but Logan answered even with his back to her and eyes on the tape player. "He's a great guy. So he's a little weird. I'd rather have him covering my back than some discriminatory cop with problems. I'd be too worried they'd shoot me in the back." He looked at her over his nose. Wheeler had the sudden impression that a bird of prey was about to strike. "But I really don't care right now. If you want to judge them and let a great cop and woman die then you can go back to Ross and talk about it. I'm sure Goren-who will be there-will understand why you won't try to find the woman he loves." Logan's eyes turned back to the CD player, and he listened to Alex's panicked voice.

"…, it's a brownstone somewhere to the east of my place. She can't hear me. Please, don't freak out. It's underground. I'm okay right now, but-"

Wheeler winced when Alex's scram ripped through the apartment. The CSI's stopped and one in the kitchen shivered. Logan's eyes darkened.

"I'm sure Alex will understand too."

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