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"Alex - " "Bobby - "

"You go first," they both said simultaneously.

They both paused. Alex turned her face into the breeze and pushed her bangs to the side. He watched her until she glanced his way, then he cast his eyes to the ground and kicked around a few pebbles.

She grew a little impatient with his silence. "Well? You suggested we talk."

She was right. He did. He looked back up at her.

He bit his lip as he worked through how to begin. "That day…in the observation room…I couldn't even get a full sentence out without you jumping down my throat."

Her eyebrows shot up. "Bobby, I could have killed you! What reaction would you have expected from me given the situation?"

He tilted his head before he answered her. "So, you - you were more upset about that than about not being told about the operation?"

She let out a loud sigh, doing her best to remain calm. "Of course I was, Bobby. Can you imagine - " She didn't allow herself to finish her thought out loud, and she was so upset by the thought of almost killing him that she began pacing. "I mean, I was hurt by not being told - by you not telling me - about being undercover. I thought we were close enough that you would let me in despite what Ross or Moran ordered. And you understand that by not telling me, I almost shot you."

He watched her pace and rant. He thought carefully before he replied. "You have to understand that while I knew you were investigating the tourists being killed, I never expected that you would be the one to burst through that door."

Her voice hitched as she fought back the urge to scream or cry. "And that's what bother's me the most! Like I said that day, what if it wasn't me? What if it was some one who didn't know you?" She stopped pacing then closed her eyes and covered her face with her hands before she tried to continue. "Bobby..." Her tears fell in earnest while she kept her face hidden.

He not only saw it, but he felt her desperation. He ached for her and what she must have gone through that day. He reached for her arm, "Come here, Eames." But she leaned away from him.

Not about to be rebuffed, he leaned forward again, looped two fingers into her waistband, and pulled her toward him. She first felt his fingers slide inside her jeans and then she felt him tug her closer to him. She didn't fight him, she didn't want to. She could tell his face was right next to hers. "Put your hands down for me." She felt his breath against her cheek. She took a shaky breath and slowly removed her hands.

Their bodies were almost touching, her face was only inches away from his. He stared intently at her. First at her closed eyes, and then at her mouth. His mind was struggling with what to do next but his body knew exactly what it wanted. His breathing became shallow and the butterflies in his stomach took over his whole chest. He knew it wasn't right. His gut was telling him he should stand up straight and get some distance between them, but he chose not to listen to it. Instead, he went with his heart.

Her eyes were still closed but she felt him remove his fingers from her jeans, and then he buried his hands in her hair and gave her a tender kiss on the lips. Their lips lingered together before he moved his mouth away and kissed away her tears. "Eames," he said in between kisses. He kissed her lips once more before he was done.

When she felt his first kiss, she thought her legs were going to give way. His lips were warm and soft against hers. She didn't try to deepen the kiss, but she also didn't pull away. She let him leave his lips against hers for as long as he wanted. Then she felt him kiss her cheek and she knew he was kissing her tears. "Eames." He murmured before he switched to the other cheek. His hands in her hair, his mouth against her skin, and her body leaning against his were rapidly undoing her. She was trying to fight it, trying to keep control, but every time she felt his full lips find another part of her face, she felt her resolve weaken.

Then she felt his arms wrap tightly around her waist and back. Going on pure instinct, she slid her arms under his jacket and returned his embrace. Her head was turned toward him, and because he was leaning against the table, they were close to the same height so her forehead rested against his neck. "It's just that…Bobby…you don't know how scared I was. I can't get through a night without having a horrible nightmare that I pulled that trigger. Every damn night, I see you lying there with your face blown off."

He rubbed one of his hands up and down her back while the other remained firmly planted on her waist. "Alex," he whispered and then he kissed the top of her head while she began to sob again and she buried her face against his chest. In an attempt to make her understand him, he opened up to her as well. "I have my own sleepless nights. Every night in my dreams, we have that fight when you walked out on me. Everytime I wake up, I feel the pain I felt when you walked away."

After a few minutes, she sniffled a little and he heard a muffled, "I'm sorry", and then she tried to pull away but he didn't release the hold he had on her. "Alex, I'm the one that's sorry."

Then, she had a bizarre image of the two of them sitting in that park for hours trying to one-up each other about how sorry they both were, and suddenly she was laughing.

Puzzled by the noise he heard her making, he tilted his head to the side to see her eyes. He was happy to see them dancing in delight. He released his death grip of her, and she brought her hands back around and place them on his chest. He was both amused and confused by her.

"What's so funny?"

"Us…We are. I'm picturing us standing here for hours trying to decide which one of us is more sorry than the other."

He nodded his head. "I think I could see that happening."

She wiped her nose with her sleeve and smiled at him. "And one more…I'm sorry I fell apart on you…it's not very professional of me."

He laughed out loud at that. "Oh, and this," he motioned between them, "is very professional."

She looked down at her hands on his chest and how her hips were pressed against his, and couldn't help but like the way it looked. She also liked the feeling of being in his arms.

When she looked back at him, the look in his eyes scared her. Not only because of what she saw, but because she was certain that she had the same look. "What are we doin' here, Bobby?" Even though she was questioning their actions, she wasn't making any attempt to move. He took immediate notice of that. "Well…I'd say that maybe we're giving into some…curiosity?"

"Curiosity? Is that what this is?" She sounded very skeptical.

He really wasn't ready to have the conversation they were having. "Um…no…no I think it's more than that, actually...But, um…Eames…"

She heard how painful it was for him to get out what he said, so she cut him off. Not only to end his suffering, but also because she realized that she, too, wasn't up for airing all of her feelings. "I get it, Bobby…it's okay."

They remained in each other's arms but were silent. He wanted more of her, but didn't know how to handle it. Was this the right time? Are there more unresolved issues between them? He didn't really know. All he knew was that she felt really good in his arms. He took the fact that she stayed pressed against him as a signal to try and kiss her.

But just as he began to kiss her neck, Alex took it upon herself to break the spell. "I'm glad we had this talk." As she said that, she looked at him and this time, couldn't ignore the desire she saw in his eyes.

"Oh god, Bobby."

He didn't answer her with words. Instead, he kissed her again. The kiss this time was more passionate than the first. They immediately opened their mouths to each other and while they deepened their kiss, he pulled her as close to him as he could get her. He couldn't get enough of her.

They rested their foreheads together once their kiss ended. He noticed they were both breathing heavily.

Alex was the first to speak, "That was nice."

"Mmmmm. And dangerous."

"Mmmmm."

He leaned in and kissed her again. She felt her control slipping away as she ran her hands through his hair. So when she felt him run his hand along her ass, she knew if she didn't put a stop to what they were doing, things were going to get way out of hand.

She abruptly broke their kiss and put her hands back on his chest. "This is not a good idea."

Her words felt like a knife in his gut, but he knew she was right.

"I'm sorry, Alex. You're right."

"I mean, we're just rebuilding ourselves, I think we'll confuse things…"

"I know…but I think we're gonna be okay. I mean, I feel better about us…don't you?"

She nodded, "Yeah. I feel good."

He rubbed her arms and gave her a teasing reply as quickly he kissed her neck, "You sure do feel good."

"Bobby." She gave him a look of exasperation when he came up from her neck sporting a huge smile.

"I know, I know."

She reluctantly pulled away from him, and he reluctantly let her go.

"We should get back on the road."

And just like that, they were back to work.

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TBC…