A/N: Sorry this took so long in getting out, but I kinda lost interest in this story and just finished writing this. Hope you like it.

"What are you up to today?" Bobby asked Alex on the phone as he shuffled through his stack of morning paperwork.

"Lynne's taking me shopping for some clothes that actually fit," Alex told him, obviously a little upset that she could wear none of her pre-baby clothes yet. "Then we're going to catch a movie and make sure that you get off work at a reasonable time."

Bobby smiled slightly at her inference that he worked too much. "I'll make sure we're not interrogating a suspect then."

Alex snorted, causing Bobby to question, "What?"

"I think that's the first time since I left that you said 'we' instead of 'I'." She could feel his light blush on the other end at her words, so she quickly changed the subject, "Where are you taking us for dinner, anyway?"

Bobby chuckled softly as he said, "Why would I tell you that? It's much more fun to make you wait."

"Goren, do you have the lugs from the payphone near John Doe's body?" Bishop asked as she walked up toward his desk, ready for another day of following him around and doing much of the menial labor in the partnership.

He passed his temporary partner the sheet of paper without looking up, "See you this afternoon, then."

"I swear if you're interviewing suspects or doing things that can wait until tomorrow when we get there -" his eyes twinkled with amusement as he put the phone back into its cradle.

"We should start by re-interviewing the guy who found the body."

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Alex glared at the phone in shock, "He hung up on me," she told Lynne in disbelief. "He actually had the nerve to hang up on me!"

Lynne handed Alex the bottle of water the detective had requested as she said, "Wow, he must be pretty preoccupied. I don't think he's ever hung up the phone on anyone before. Well, except Lewis - but he deserved it and it only happened once." Lynne tried to keep the smile from her face at the memory, but the more she tried, the harder it became not to think about Lewis calling at the most inopportune moment.

"Where are you taking me shopping?" Alex asked Lynne a few moments later. "Some place good, right?"

Lynne grinned at him, "Does the Armani show room for next season sound good?"

Alex's eyes glittered at the thought of trying on clothes that no one else she worked with would be wearing.

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The day passed uneventfully as Alex had clothes fitted to her by a team that worked on the female clothing line at Armani. In the month since she had given birth she had lost most of the weight that baby Connor had insisted she gain, but she still wasn't small enough to fit into most of her pre-pregnancy clothes.

"Alex, we should get going," Lynne told the detective at four-thirty. "I still have to drop something off with Jimmy and ask Detective Bishop a rather … important question."

"Are you going to see if she wants one of Sarge's puppies?" Alex asked as her new wardrobe was packed into bags for the two women to carry out.

Lynne shrugged, "It's the least I can do. They're just big enough to be taken away from Sarge and I definitely cannot keep all three of them."

Alex grinned at her, "How many can you keep?"

"I was thinking about keeping two of them."

"What ones? Have you decided that yet?"

"The runt I've decided to keep and name Kali. Then there's the one with the white mark on his forehead."

"Picked a name for him yet?"

Lynne's smile widened into an impossibly large grin, "Detective."

"What?"

"I named him Detective." Alex snorted as they got into the minivan cab. "One Police Plaza, please," she told the driver as they put Alex's bags into the back seat.

"One Police Plaza?" said the driver with a Brooklyn accent. "There's just one problem: You're in the Cash Cab!"

"Ahh!" Lynne yelped as the lights and sound effects came on, startling her. Alex laughed at her as their cabbie explained the rules.

"I'm your host, Ben Bailey, and here's how you play: I'll ask you general knowledge questions all the way to your destination. They'll get harder as we go along and it's three strikes and you're out. I'll pull over and kick you out wherever we are. For each question you answer correctly you rack up money. You'll have two shout outs - one mobile shout out and one street shout out. So, whaddya say? Wanna play?"

Lynne and Alex exchanged looks before the designer shrugged and Alex said, "Sure, why not? It's not like we're playing with our money."

"Excellent. We've got thirty-nine blocks - a nice long ride to rack up lots of money for you two ladies. Tell me your names."

"I'm Alex and this is Lynne."

"All right, Alex and Lynne, the first four questions are going to be for $25 dollars each. Ready?"

"Ready," Lynne replied, her heart thumping in excitement.

"Okay, then: What's the largest province in Canada?"

"Quebec," Alex said assuredly.

"That is correct!" Ben said. "You're on the board with $25. Next question: Which French author wrote The Three Musketeers and The Count of Monte Cristo?"

"Alexander Dumas!" Lynne said gleefully, pleased that she knew at least one of the answers.

"That is correct! Okay, next question: What is the name of the alleged serial killer convicted last year for stealing the identity of one Elizabeth Hitchens?"

"You've gotta be kidding me," Alex said. "Nicole Wallace is actually helping us with something?"

"I need you're answer."

"Nicole Wallace," Alex said. "And for the record, she's a sociopath - not just a serial killer. There's nothing alleged about that."

"You sound like you know her."

"She's one of the detectives who arrested Nicole Wallace," Lynne said.

"Wow. Never thought I'd get to meet a celebrity. Last $25 question …"

The cab ride continued in such manner until Alex and Lynne were into their $100 questions, with a total of $700 after a Red Light Challenge and never missing a question or having to use their shout outs.

"What formerly independent city became a borough of New York City in 1898?" went their next question from Ben Bailey.

Lynne and Alex shared a look before Lynne shrugged her shoulders, "I was never good at history."

Alex furrowed her brow as Ben said, "Ten seconds."

"I think it's Staten Island," Alex said. She shook her head, "It's Brooklyn."

"I need an answer."

"Brooklyn," Alex said. They could afford to miss it if she was wrong, so she wasn't too put out by it.

"That is correct! Okay, last question: What is the name of the high functioning form of autism that doctors just started diagnosing in 1994?"

"Oh, crap!" Alex explained, "I should know this. Wally Stevens has it."

"Should we call Bobby?" Lynne asked. "He should remember."

"Yeah. We're going to use our mobile shout out," Alex told Ben Bailey.

"Calling who?" he asked as Lynne took out her phone and dialed Bobby's desk phone.

"My partner," Alex said, "Bobby."

"It's ringing," Lynne said.

"Hello?" came a female voice on the other end.

"Bishop?" Lynne asked, "Where's Bobby?"

"He's talking with Deakins and Carver," the man's interim partner told the other woman.

"Can you ask him what type of autism Wally Stevens has?"

"But he's in a meeting."

"Just do it," Lynne snapped.

"Fine, just a minute." About thirty seconds later she came back on the line, "He said Aespergers Syndrome."

"Thanks, Bishop." She hung up the phone and turned her attention to Ben and Alex, "Aespergers Syndrome," Lynne said. "And, yes, that's our answer."

"That is correct! Congratulations! You've won $900 on the Cash Cab! Now I have the money right here, you can take it and run, or you can risk it all on a double or nothing video bonus round."

Alex and Lynne looked at the money and then at each other. "You know Bobby's going to expect part of this because he helped us with that question," Lynne commented. "But I don't think I want to risk it."

Alex nodded, "Okay. Sorry, Ben, but we're going just take the money and go."

"Thanks for playing."

"Bye."

They carried Alex's three bags of clothes up to the eleventh floor where they found Bobby and Bishop talking about a case.

"Thanks for that info, Goren, it won us a hundred bucks," Alex said as she set down her bags on the floor beside her desk.

"Huh?" Bobby asked curiously. "What were you doing?"

"Taking a ride in the Cash Cab," Lynne said with a grin. "We're pretty smart." She turned her attention to Bishop, "I was wondering if you wanted one of Sarge's puppies. I can't keep one of the girls - no room in my house for four dogs."

Lynn nodded, "Thanks. I'd like that."

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"Did you have fun with Lynne, Eames?" Bobby asked as they ate dinner at her house later that night.

"Yep. Got lots of new clothes, too." She smirked at her partner as she changed the subject, "When do you think Lewis is gonna ask her?"

Bobby shook his head, "He didn't tell me, but I think it's going to be soon. I'm glad they're together. They're good for each other."

"You don't hold any ill will toward Lewis? I mean, you and Lynne did date for two years, Bobby," Alex prodded, wanting to make sure that he wasn't jealous of his friend.

He shook his head, "No, I don't. We weren't right for each other."

Alex just hoped that he would realize soon how right the two of them were for each other … and how much she had grown to love him in the past year and a half.

A/N: I LOVE watching Cash Cab on Discovery Channel. Most of the questions actually came from the show, but obviously the one about Nicole came from my mind. Please review.