I am making no money off of this. Trust me. I will forever be a poor college student.
"I had someone run the MO while you were gone," Ross started as Alex and Bobby made their ways through the bullpen to their desks. "Looks like two similar incidents have occurred in the past few months. One happened three months back, and another three weeks ago. Both involved a couple, found nude in an upscale hotel room. The bodies were always found nude; the woman shot execution style and the man an apparent suicide. Always a note apologizing for the actions. Looks like we may have ourselves a serial killer," Ross finished as he studied the two detectives.
They just aren't compatible. Ross wondered to himself as Goren and Eames looked at each other upon receiving this new feed of information. She's so established, so clean-cut, so confident. And plays by the book. And he's so… so Goren. And yet they have some kind of a supernatural connection. It's strange. I wonder if something else is going on here… No. Certainly not. I've never seen anything out of them except professionalism. Well, in regards to each other at least. Still, better keep an eye out.
"That makes more sense than someone attacking them for personal reasons. We're just coming up short on motive for anyone to kill this couple," Bobby observed as he studied Alex carefully, waiting for backup.
"Agreed. We'll need those case files Captain," Alex added.
"Already done. They're on your desks," said Ross as he made his way back to his office. "And remember, keep me in the loop."
"It's late. We're getting nowhere at this point. What do you say we give it a break and start up again in the morning? You know, when the witnesses and families will be conscious enough to answer your questions and we can get the ball rolling again," Alex said dryly as she closed her laptop and placed it in her bag.
"I'll leave in a minute. I just need to finish looking up-"
"Absolutely nothing that can't be looked up in the morning. Bobby it's 2am. You need to get some sleep. Seriously, I'll drag you to bed if I have to," Alex said as she attempted an authoritative look at Bobby.
Oh you wouldn't have to drag me. I'd definitely go willingly as long as you were the one doing the dragging.
"Okay. Just give me a second, I'll grab my coat," Bobby said as he reached for the case file in front of him. Alex, not paying attention to her partner's grab, reached for the same folder. As Alex grasped the file, Bobby's hand grasped Alex's.
Whoa. Well that's interesting. Butterflies? Seriously Eames? Come on. You're a grown woman and a Detective First Grade. You don't get butterflies anymore. But then... why do I feel like I'm going to float up to the ceiling?
Bobby smiled inwardly as he watched her face flush and her pupils involuntarily dilate. Huh. She sure is beautiful when she blushes. Wait… that reaction can't be because of me. That doesn't make any sense. She can't have felt that- that soft, hot feeling in the pit of her stomach like I just did. She couldn't have felt it. Maybe she was remembering something. Or she stood up too fast. Or she feels the same way. No. No that can't be right-
"Bobby. Earth to Bobby? What's gotten into you?" Alex asked as she pulled her hand and the folder from his grasp. "No more work for you tonight. That's definitely enough." I wonder what he was thinking about. Maybe me.
Bobby grabbed his coat and helped Alex on with hers, both making their way to the elevator. As the doors opened, Alex heard a grumbling that definitely wasn't coming from the gears behind the metal walls.
"Bobby, have you eaten today? That pastrami on rye is still on your desk. And I don't think you touched it," Alex observed as they entered the small box.
"Well. No- I... Uhh... Well I was… I had coffee this morning. And this afternoon. And tonight. It's okay Eames, I'm fine. I'll just have a big breakfast tomorrow morning. Well actually this morning I guess."
"No. Bobby you've got to eat something. Look, we'll go to that diner on the corner that you like. Just grab some burgers and then go home. You can't last like this, you'll make yourself sick if you don't eat," Alex protested as the doors opened again.
Bobby knew there was no point in protesting.
"Greasy burgers, here we come," Bobby muttered as he followed Alex out of PP1 and into the crisp December night.
Bobby and Alex took a seat in the back of the diner in a booth that allowed Bobby to face the rest of the customers. He liked to watch the people. After they had ordered and settled back, Alex looked at Bobby.
"So how's life going? I know we talk, but it's only ever about cases. Feels like we don't have time for anything else. How is your mom? Are you still dating that woman from forensics?" Alex asked, trying her hardest to keep her eyes open.
"My mom is fine. They're trying something new with her, and she seems to be responding well so I guess we'll see how that goes. And no, Elise broke it off with me. Something about devoting all of my attention to the job." That's not exactly lying, right? Elise accused me of devoting all of my attention to Alex. And since Alex is my partner, then by consequence I am devoting all of my attention to the job. But if that's the case, I should probably be fired soon because I'm definitely thinking of Alex in ways that the job would definitely disapprove of. Wow, I've been thinking of her in very unpartnerly ways. And in very unpartnerly positions. And in VERY unpartnerly places! Like on my bed. Or couch. Or kitchen table. Or the floor. Or in an interview room. There! An interview room! That's… job oriented, right?
Alex couldn't help but warm inside at this recent revelation. She knew she shouldn't, but she was happy knowing that Bobby was available. Why is that? I know he'll never be available to me. But if he was…
"What about you? What's been going on outside of "the job?" Bobby asked, looking hopefully at Alex.
"Hahaha… What's been going on? Not enough, unfortunately. Burned by another married man, James… remember that one?"
"The stockbroker that looked like a Ken doll?"
"That's the one. Well turns out Ken had a Barbie. And a Kelley. And whatever that other baby Barbie is named. The fact that I know that many plastic doll names just goes to show that I'm not getting out enough."
"Well, he wasn't good enough for you anyways." No one ever will be. "I'm sure the right guy is sitting right in front of you and you just haven't noticed him yet. But it'll happen for you. You're too- too incredible to go without finding someone." And please let him be me. Let him be me. I promise I'd never leave you. Never hurt you. Please.
"Well I'm glad you think as much, but I guess we'll see. I'm about ready to give up on all of it. I've got a nephew and a big family that loves me, I'd be okay." But if that's the truth, why do I feel so alone? Well, not completely alone. I have a best friend. I have Bobby. Right?
I wonder if she knows I love her… because it's 2am and I'm sitting in a greasy diner and I'm dead tired. And she's here and her eyes are bloodshot and her hair has fallen out of its usual perky bob and she looks exhausted. And she's never looked more beautiful. And I've never wanted her more. And I never want to imagine life without her.
I wonder if he knows I love him… because I dragged him to this diner when he was ready to keel over from exhaustion. His eyes are swollen and his head keeps drooping and his lapel is flipped up on one side. And he's never been more handsome. And I've never wanted him more. And I never want to imagine life without him.
She couldn't possibly feel the same way.
He could never feel the same way.