A/N: Sorry for the delay but here it is finally, chapter nine. Updates will come more quickly I promise.

Chapter 9: Unconscious Affections & Sight Misdirection

The second day started early, much earlier than was preferred for either detective. Goren woke first to the sight of his partner's small hand dangling off the top bunk and in front of his face. He sat up and looked around the room; the other two detectives were still asleep.

He glanced at his watch and noted to himself that any min the loudspeaker would blare for the morning wake up. He was only awake not by choice but my habit. Being in the army changed him. His body had its own schedule now, wake when the sun rises.

Taking advantage of the few precious moments of silence and near solitude he lifted his hand to hers and gently stroked her palm with his fingertips. Being careful not to wake her or to tickle her palm he continued to enjoy the feel of her flesh warmed by the suns rays.

Those same sun rays were starting to make Eames stir, she hated waking up early and always had. She could feel something brushing her palm but didn't move her hand right away. A few more moments past and she was wide awake now and could feel his touch grazing her every few seconds, a soft stroke.

If she didn't know and adore this man she might have been concerned with the intentions and the reasons for this man doing this while she was unconscious but alas she knew. Poor Bobby, his insecurities of showing affection and his always seeming fear of rejection, it kept him distant at times. She understood, she had those feelings too. If only he knew.

The loudspeaker came on and Bobby nearly jumped out of his skin. He had been so focused on her hand and the touch, the simple pleasure of just the touch, the horn blaring over the camp caught him off guard.

He watched as her arm retracted back towards the bunk above him. Slowly he placed his hand flat on the mattress and stared up at the bottom of the bunk over his head. Listening to her yawn, stretch and stir he himself finished the act of waking and swung his legs over the side of the bunk and stood up. He had already been up a good 20 minutes before, he was dressed and even had his shoes on.

"Good morning." She offered a smile even though she would rather be sleeping, seeing him first thing in the morning made it seem worth it the effort to keep her eyes open.

"Sleep well?" he returned the smile then bent down to finish making his bed with military precision.

"Well enough. I don't even have to ask if you slept well." She knew the answer; he slept enough, just enough to stay healthy and alert. The only time his internal clock allowed him to sleep in was when he allowed himself to become more than a little drunk.

He had finished with his bunk then stood straight up again. She was now sitting up in bed, her covers were disheveled and most of them were crumpled at the foot of her bed, all except the sheet that covered her generously.

She could see the look of annoyance on his face. "What?" she asked but then answered her own question that she knew he was thinking.

"New bed, I tossed and turned a little."

"I know. I could hear you."

"Then why that look on your face?" she lazily pointed towards his face. He indeed was wearing an unusual look.

"What face?"

"The one you're making now."

He then wiped that look of his face and put on a new one, the look of confusion.

"Look, can you just get up, I want to make your bed, it's bugging the hell out of me."

She sighed and threw the sheets off of her and swung her legs out over the side.

Her night time apparel consisted of a fitted t-shirt and a pair of underwear.

He turned around so fast he nearly fell over.

"Good lord Eames could you give me some warning before you just parade around half naked?" he kept his back to her while she jumped down stifling a giggle.

"Sorry, ok next time I will." The fact that he had turned around did little good because she just walked around from behind him and crossed directly in front of him brushing him innocently.

He didn't want to, or really didn't want to admit that he wanted to, but his head involuntarily turned to track her movements. He couldn't help himself, his eyes stayed wide open and he took it all in. He tried to take a mental image so he would have it for lonely days without her. He watched as she pulled her dark blue jeans on and deep down he wished that they were alone in the cabin, but unfortunately for him they weren't and he was reminded of that fact quickly.

The other two detectives stirred across the room. Eames turned around and saw Goren just standing, standing and staring.

He let out a sigh of relief that she was clothed, a sigh of displeasure because she was clothed, a sigh for the fact that the week of workshops and forced activities wasn't over, a sigh because a week of watching her wake up wasn't nearly long enough and a sigh just for himself because he wasn't nearly as brave as he wanted to be.

"I thought you were going to faint or something." She sat down on his bunk and slipped her sneakers on.

"Oh, sorry, just not used to seeing you in…that…condition. Caught me off guard is all. And I wouldn't faint…honestly."

She stood up, he immediately used his hands to smooth the covers on his bed back to the perfect state they had been in.

She could only roll her eyes and again offer her apologizes for embarrassing him.

"You know, working in vice I kind of got used to walking around in practically what I was wearing a second ago. I just didn't think much of it. I apologize if I embarrassed you or offended you Bobby."

"No, I mean, I wouldn't want you to change just for me, do whatever makes you comfortable." He leaned down a little closer towards her face. "But…are you saying that you would have walked around like that if those guys had been up too?"

She thought about that for a second, "No I guess I wouldn't have."

And with that she turned and walked towards the cabin's front door.

The cool morning air filled her lungs and she felt wide awake now and looking forward towards breakfast. Despite the fact that Goren didn't always seem to be enjoying himself out here she sure was. It was almost like a little vacation. She loved the fact that it was something different and out of her normal routine. Standing still was never something she was good at.

"Morning gentlemen," Goren gave them each a nod then turned his attention to her bunk. He made it with just as much care as he did his own. Finally content with his work he gave the other two detectives a final good-bye nod and headed outside after Alex.

The fact that she would only walk around like that in front of him stuck with him as he found her outside waiting for him, and for some reason it kept his stomaching turning over and over. The image of her in her underwear didn't help him focus on walking much, he just followed her to the mess hall and tried to keep his eye line somewhere other than her butt.

She could feel his eyes on her, he was unusually tense, she figured he was still embarrassed about seeing her in her underwear. She stopped walking and turned around to face him and put her arm on his forearm.

He had been concentrating so hard on walking and putting his mind of the dirty thoughts that kept popping up he didn't realize that they had made it to the porch surrounding the mess hall.

"Are you sure you're okay?" she rubbed his arm but only just.

He noted the movement and gave her a nod.

"Just need coffee is all." He took a few steps and held the door open for her and watched her walk in. Again he was watching all the wrong parts of her.

And a cold shower. He thought to himself.