Confessions
One week later...
Bobby Goren placed his leather portfolio on the passenger seat of his car as he sat behind the wheel. He'd been reviewing some notes and was now absolutely sure of what he needed to do; he needed to get to his partner so that he could bounce some ideas off her. Hence the reason he was already in his car and turning the key in the ignition. Bobby had already made the decision once but the moment he stepped into his car he'd changed his mind for a moment. Well aware that it was a Saturday and that she'd probably be with Mike Logan but he felt this was pertinent to their case, and important considering two brothers were dead and so far it was looking like the crazy wife of the favourite brother had done the job.
His mind was always thinking, always moving, like he had a seperate world inside his own head. One where ideas were always being thought of and theories were also being tested. It never stopped, it never took a break or a breather; sometimes is slowed down but it never stopped. Not even whilst he was driving, which is the reason Alex drives. She'd told him so on their very first day as partners - "I can drive whilst you zone out that way we'll arrive at our interview, slash, crime scene, slash, office ontime and in one piece, okay?" Now he wished she was here because his mind wanted to think whilst his body knew he needed to drive.
When he reached her house and he'd stopped the car he stayed very still and watched for a moment; bemused. The scene in front of him was strange and unexpected yet amusing. Taking note of everything in that cogged filled mind of his, he watched as Mike and Alex kept walking out of her house and carrying boxes into it. Had she been shopping? Retail therapy? He shook his head at his own thoughts; that wasn't Alex's way, she didn't seem to be the kind of women who bought a trunk full of shopping just for therapy. He looked carefully at the boxes and noticed that some of the items sticking out the tops were masculine? They lacked the softness of a woman and when Bobby noticed a box that seemed to have the word DVD's written on them it suddenly clicked just exactly what was going on.
And he couldn't stop the smile that tugged at his mouth at the thought. Were things that serious between them? Had there been signs that he'd missed? Probably. She was good at keeping things from him. Suddenly the case was forgotten for a moment and he gleefully stepped out of the car and rushed over towards them at the same time that Alex had picked up a heavy box. "Eames, I'll take that."
She turned, surprised by his voice and his silent arrival but having no choice but to give him the box because his hands had already took it off her, she said, "Gee, Bobby, I didn't even know you were there!"
Sheepishly, he mumbled, "Sorry." Mike walked down the steps and walked over to them, grabbing another box out of the trunk before nodding at Bobby.
"Goren, when did you turn up?" Mike asked, casually.
"Uh, just now." Bobby replied, "I, uh, I didn't realise the two of you were moving in together."
Alex smiled as Mike grinned and Bobby knew his theory was dead-on.
"Now you realise." Mike commented before turning and walking into the house. Alex turned around and picked up a box and they followed him in.
"We were gonna tell you." Alex said, as they walked up the steps.
"Yeah?" Bobby asked.
Alex shook her head, smirking. "No."
Bobby followed her in the house with a frown on his face. "You-you weren't?" He put the box down on the floor and looked around at all the boxes in her living room. Spotting Mike walking back towards the door, Bobby asked, "Logan, how much stuff do you have?"
Mike looked around the room, as if he was counting all the boxes, he looked back at Bobby and shrugged, "Not alot."
Bobby forgot that for a moment and looked back at Alex, "You weren't going to tell me?"
"Oh relax Bobby, of course we were going to tell you." He'd have believed her too if she wasn't still wearing that classic Eames smirk on her face.
Mike chuckled, "I think this way is much more fun."
Mike turned to Alex and grinned, she nodded and they looked at Bobby with widespread grins on their faces. Bobby shuffled his feet and rubbed the back of his neck, unsure of what they were doing.
Alex began laughing, bowing her head and hiding her face behind her hair as she tried to stifle her laughs unsuccessfully. Bobby frowned. "Goren, we arepulling your leg." Mike told Bobby. Bobby seemed to visibly relax slightly, "We were gonna tell you Monday."
But Alex continued to laugh. "Eames?" Bobby frowned, "It's not that funny."
Bobby looked at Mike to see that he was watching Alex laugh with a grin on his own face. Eventually Alex's laughter subsided and she looked up at both men with a smile on her face, her cheeks slightly red and her eyes shining. Looking at Bobby she could see the confusion on his face and perhaps a slight amount of stress, "Bobby, the last thing you want is an ulcer. Relax."
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"Logan, I didn't realise you were a movie buff."
Bobby was stood in the middle of Mike's, now barren, apartment, with another box full of DVD's in his hands. Bobby had decided to help them do the move so it would take them less than the weekend, plus he could work on the case with Alex around to help him with his thoughts, help keep them logical.
"He is." Alex answered for Mike, walking into the room holding a bag of clothes. "He's got more than enough to open a store."
"I'm not selling them." Mike quickly said, hoping to squash any ideas she may have been having.
Alex smirked, "I wasn't going to say that."
Mike looked at Bobby and then he quickly grabbed the box off him, "I'll take that." Bobby shared a look with Alex, "What?"
She laughed, "You're just like a kid." Mike stared at her, "It's cute." Bobby sniggered and Mike shot him a look.
"Oh." Mike looked at them both, "Ah, you're now pulling my leg, aren't you?"
"If I'm not careful you two are gonna end up legless." Alex commented in her usual charming way and then she walked out the door to take the bags to the car.
Mike looked at Bobby and Bobby looked at Mike. "You realise with you being the boyfriend you'll be, uh, the one without legs first."
Mike chuckled, "I don't know, partners tend to get quite a run for their money."
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An urgent knocking sound caused Katie Eames to stir from her sleep abruptly. She quickly realised she was sat on her sofa, conked out. Getting up when she heard the knocking continue more desperately she sighed, rushing to the door to peep through the hole to see her sister standing at her door. Confused but happy to see her, Katie opened the door and smiled, "Alex? How are you?"
"Hey, can I come in?" Alex asked, not sounding anywhere near as desperate as her knocking alluded her to be.
Katie stepped aside and her allowed her youngest sister to come into her home. When they reached her living room Alex turned back around to face her. "So, you okay?" Katie asked, hesitantly, unsure of why she was getting a spontaneous visit, although she had a vague idea but she didn't want to stick her foot in it before she knew for sure.
Alex nodded, "I just wanted to explain to you what you saw last weekend."
"Oh." Katie nodded, realising her vague idea had actually been spot on. "I haven't mentioned it to anyone, if that's what you're worried about."
"I didn't think you would." Alex smiled, "Besides someone would have said something by now."
"True." Katie agreed, knowing just how much gossip could spread like wild fire in the Eames family. Katie looked at Alex and then finally dared to ask the question that had been burning on her mind ever since she had accidentally walked into that private moment, "What was going on? Or, what is going on?"
"It's nothing." Alex sighed, "We were talking about something that was... hard to say."
Katie held up her hands, "Don't. Say no more, I totally understand. Far be it for me to begin prying in your life now."
"Now?" Alex asked, incredulously, "Now? What about all those other times?"
Katie grinned, "They've been erased."
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Alex was pulling clothes after clothes after clothes out of drawers and trying to find some space for Mike's belongings in her bedroom so that his clothes wouldn't have to live in boxes. She had never realised just how much clothing she actually had and now she was quickly coming to the decision that they'd need a new, bigger chest of drawers. "You can stop that." Mike's soft, deep voice spoke into her ear, surprising her because she hadn't seen him come into the room.
Still kneeling on the floor she twisted her neck to look at Mike who was bent down behind her with his head next to her ear. She took one look at the champagne in his hand and she felt her surprise go up a notch. "Are we making an occasion out of this?" She asked, turning herself around slightly so that she didn't hurt her neck.
Mike grinned, "I wouldn't normally but hey, this seems like one to me." She nodded as Mike's gaze fell to all the clothes on the floor and he looked up at the open wardrobe before looking back at her with a smirk on his face. "Y'know you've got too many clothes."
Alex snorted, "Yes, well, like the DVD's, they stay."
He chuckled and nodded, "Deal." He looked back up at the clothes, "Besides you look good in all of them so..." She smirked at him, shooting a disblieving look in his direction before laughing at the almost too sweet to be true comment. "Of course, I think you look good wearing anything... wearing nothing." Alex just shook her head, amused, before snatching the bottle of champagne out of his hands.
"I'll take that before you explode from all the sugar you're dishing out."
Mike smirked, "Just being honest." Alex leaned into him and gave him a sweet, chaste kiss.
She then waved the bottle in front of his face, "We need two glasses for this, Mr Honesty."
He stood up smiling, saying, "I can see you're in one of your cheeky moods."
Alex resisted the urge to blob her tongue out at him, not wanting to add childish to cheeky anytime soon. She just gave him an amused look and he quickly darted out of the room before another comment was thrown towards him.
When he returned Alex was sitting on the foot of the bed, patiently. Almost too patiently. Mike sat beside her and passed her a glass. She faced him with a smile on her face. "You're glad you moved, aren't you?"
Mike looked at her, surprised by her question but he nodded, "Yes. I am."
She smiled, "Good. Me too."
He leaned into her, unsettled by the somber tone of voice she was using, "Then why'd you ask?"
Alex shrugged, "I just wanted to make sure because I asked you just after-" she paused, "-after you'd told me about your mother and-"
Mike kissed her lips to get her to stop talking, when he pulled back she had a less somber look on her face and now she seemed confused, "I do want to be here, don't think that I don't." He watched her for a moment before adding, "And don't waste your time thinking about my mother. She was evil as far as I'm concerned."
She shook her head, "I'm not thinking about your mother, I'm thinking about you." She gave him the kind of look that would cause anyone to stop dead in their tracks and he felt like he was in a trance. He became seriously aware of the fact that some people underestimated her ability to do that on account of her partner usually being the one to do so.
Sighing, he looked up for a moment before speaking quietly and slowly, "You'd think that, uh, talking about it would..." He didn't finish that sentence, she tried to give him an encouraging look. "My father once told me that confession is good for your soul. It's a crock."
"How so?" Alex asked, quietly.
"Because I confessed and I don't feel better." He finally looked her directly in the eye after spending the last moment keeping his eyesight around the room. "Why is that?"
Alex wasn't really sure of the answer, she had a feeling that his question was so important that if she got it wrong it could seriously unravel him. He seemed to be baring all to her, his soul almost naked in front of her and she needed to find the right clothes for him. "Because you can't change what happened." She looked at him sincerely, "I wish we could but then if it were possible don't you think you would have done it already?"
He looked away from her, muttering, "Maybe."
"Talking about does help." She nodded, "But it doesn't make it better."
Mike looked back at her with a small smirk on his face. She gave him a quizzical look, "One month of counselling with Olivet and you're a professional." He referred to the time she'd been kidnapped and had subsequentally ended up in counselling sessions with Dr. Elizabeth Olivet.
She smiled, standing up with the bottle still in one hand and a glass in the other. "C'mon, let's go drink this."
He just sat there and looked at her, "Why?" He asked, not sure he wanted to now.
Alex grinned, "Where talking ends-" she held up the champagne bottle, "-this begins." Mike grinned and immediately followed her out the door as she led him to the living room so that they could watch one of his DVD's together.
Eventually falling to sleep on the sofa, again, using each other's bodies for heat whilst the film finished on the screen, oblivious to the fact that the audience was no longer watching.
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finished.
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