Thanks to those who read and reviewed. I have ideas, but still not 100% sure where this may go.
I don't own them and it's gonna get weird.
Bobby felt like the walk from the bar back to 1PP took about a quarter of the time it should have. Things seemed a little hazy. Bobby felt like he was struggling with the concept of time.
Maybe it was the scotch.
Maybe not.
"Okay… Albert, if I'm no longer a cop, why are we here?"
"Well Bobby, you wanted to see what things were like, didn't you? This place, played an extensive part in your life and it's best if you see what goes on here, now that you are no longer…." Albert paused. "Or should I say, were never a part of its goings on."
Bobby nodded in confusion and disbelief as they boarded the elevator and headed upward.
The place didn't seem as subdued as he expected it to be on Christmas Eve. It seemed earlier in the day than he felt it should be. The scotch or something was really screwing with his personal concept of time.
Goren heard the familiar ding and watched the elevator doors open. He remained frozen in place as Albert descended.
When Albert realized he was heading out alone, he turned back to Bobby.
"What's wrong? You should come with me Bobby."
"I'm not going back in there. I just made a scene and my partner…."
Albert cut him off.
"Your partner isn't here Bobby. This isn't the place you left a few hours ago. Besides, no one can see us.
"What!" Bobby squeaked. "Okay, now I've heard it all… That's it I'm going home!"
Bobby pressed the ground floor button, repeatedly.
Nothing
He started pressing all of the buttons on the elevator.
Nothing
Albert just watched, a dull smile on his face, arms crossed.
"Bobby would you stop pressing buttons and just come with me?"
He still wouldn't move from the elevator.
"Bobby….." Albert tried again. No one can see us. Look around."
He did just that, and he noticed no one was looking his way. Even the people walking close by weren't giving him a customary glance.
"Let's go Bobby, time's a wasting."
Time…..
Bobby did as he was told. Following Albert to an interrogation room.
Outside the mirror, he heard a familiar voice.
"Oh Mister Stevens, please tell me how it was for you to kill those beautiful little girls. Don't hold back any details, I want to hear everything."
Bobby felt his blood run cold as he gazed the mirror. Hearing the limey purr of Nicole Wallace seductively whispering for details from a ruthless child killer. He saw the beautiful but deadly blonde stalking the suspect, his suspect.
"What the hell is this?"
Albert put a hand on Goren's shoulder.
"Don't worry, she's on the good guys side now."
"What! What do you mean?!?"
"Well Bobby, she's you."
Bobby's mouth fell open, his face ashen.
"With you not following the destiny of being a cop, other folks destinies were altered as well. That's just the way this whole thing works."
"But that's Nicole Wallace, one of the most ruthless and dangerous…"
"And intelligent and cerebral people you knew." Albert interjected. "And in this destiny, she managed, or at least it appears, that she managed to use her powers for good.
Albert smiled and Bobby felt chilled.
"She could have gone either way too you know."
Bobby gazed the mirror again, just in time to see Stevens break down and confess his sins to Nicole, tears welling in the monster's eyes as he rocked back and forth in his chair.
Bobby looked back at Albert, who was also taking in the scene.
"She's good Bobby, damn good."
The uniforms came in and swept Stevens away to his cell.
Bobby turned back to Albert.
"Okay…..Okay, I can live with this! I can live with the fact that there is one less serial killer in the world and that Nicole is using her brain for the greater good." Bobby nodded as if to affirm his point.
Albert chuckled a little. "This doesn't mean there is one less serial killer in the world, it just means she's not one of them."
They both turned back in time to see Nicole and Captain Ross conferring. Just then, when the two were sure no one was looking Ross placed a kiss on Nicole's cheek. Bobby felt a little like vomiting.
"Yeah, that's a no no." Albert lamented. "But in this world, as in the last, Nicole can't seem to keep her hands to herself. And Detective Ross, well he can't seem to either."
"Detective Ross?"
"Yes Bobby, Ross isn't a Captain. Not really Captain material in this destiny. What you see here is part of the reason why. The man caters to his whims a little too much."
The irony of such an observation is not lost on Bobby as he continues to watch Nicole and Ross kiss and grope.
"Wait!" Bobby exclaims like he just got the best idea ever. "If Ross isn't Captain, then it must be Eames. Yes that's it! It has to be Eames!"
With that Bobby starts to head out of interrogation, aiming for the Captain's office.
"I knew she was better off…"
"Whoa Bobby, slow down!" Albert placed himself in front of the door.
Damn he was fast, Bobby thought. Not a nano-second before, he was across the room.
Stupid scotch…
"Bobby, Alex isn't the Captain. The Captain is someone you don't even know. No one from your former destiny."
Bobby felt his shoulders slump and a new depth of sadness was threatening to take over. He found himself missing Alex profoundly. It was like a part of him had been cut out.
"Bobby." Albert interrupted his thoughts. "We need to stay with the task at hand."
"Let's go."
Bobby solemnly followed Albert out of 1PP.