Disclaimer" I don't own anything CI except a love for the show and Dick Wolf can borrow that if he wants to.

A/N: This is for Confused One. She gave me the idea and it was a good one.

Breakable Ch 6

"Hello, I'm Bobby's Brain.

I'm the mass of muscle tissue and neurons that keeps Bobby breathing, and moving and feeling and coming up with those incredible insights that makes him the incredibly smart man that he is. It's all my doing.

My awareness started early. Given a normal childhood I think I'd have been just laying here most of his life, like most peoples brain. But I had to teach him to survive. I had to learn to survive, to learn to notice things that mean danger to him, whether he recognizes them or not. Things like a different smell, the smell of anger, and small twitches that mean that an angry explosion is about happen and he has to be hide.

When he was little that wasn't hard to do, but as I was learning so was he and he became more difficult to control as he got older and bigger. Sometimes I couldn't get him to move, especially when he felt like he had to protect his mother. Those were the times he'd get hurt.

You might say those were the times that I became separate from the rest of his brain. I could keep working while the rest of him took over his body. I'm the other side of his brain, the part that's still trying to protect him. The part that is always working and always looking for the other pieces.

You might say, I'm the bad part, but I don't think so. I'm just used to being active. Sometimes I know things and I work extra hard to help him see them too. That's become harder recently and yet easier, too.

See he's come upon something that's making my meeting of his other side of the brain easier. He's discovered his own way to release the memories I hold for him. That place that he goes where he can act on the feelings I gave him for protection. All the anger and hurt he couldn't express as a kid and later as a responsible adult.

It's called Breakable. I supply the images of things he's seen and he's able to visualize them and smash them. It's cleansing and every time he does that a part of me that is anger and disgust and hate diminishes and there's less of me to hang around. I'm disappearing and the other half of his brain grows stronger and more secure. I can see it won't be long before I'll be only a very small part of him.

As I grow smaller, he will grow smarter and more secure and be able to show Alex the love he feels for her. Yes, I know Alex. I've been aware of her for years, but I feel her influence more and more. She makes me less effective and happier because of that. She makes him calm and I can rest.

Right now he's all upset over something he saw on one of his cases and he needs to go to Breakable. He needs me to supply the images he can't find for himself yet, but he's learning. I need only to nudge the images any more and the rest of his brain takes over. There he is. He's all excited over the visit.

He sees things I recognize that will take away more of the his anger, more of his roadblocks to health. There's the image, a vase of flowers he picked for his mother in the park and his father smashed them on the floor and called him a little suck up then screamed at his mother for over an hour before he punched her and stalked out. 'Yes, take that and that and that for hitting my mother. You'll never do that again.'

Another image gone, another experience expunged. Muscles are working now, blood pumping, healing going on. More images, more adrenaline going on. Now I'm tired and the room is a mess. Now I can rest, because we're going to see Alex. Now his smarter, bigger part of his brain can join with his body and I get smaller. It's a good change.

There's Alex with a smile and a hello that makes me glad that I worked so hard to take care of him all these years.

My time is limited. I know that and I rejoice in that.

Good bye, from Bobby's Brain." End transmission.

TBC