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Gonna get trippier…

There was very obvious shouting and arguing going on inside the brownstone. Bobby could hear it as soon as they entered the living room. He heard Alex. She had a tone to her voice that he only heard a few times. Moments after his secret undercover operation was uncovered, came to mind.

Except this time, it was more frantic. Her words louder and etched with a stress that could only come from being trapped in the confines of an unhappy marriage.

"WHAT the HELL DO YOU MEAN, wait another year!?!" Alex wailed. "I'M NOT getting any younger!"

"LOOK Alex! I'm just not ready to commit to that… That level of…."

"NO KEVIN, YOU were NEVER ready to commit to THIS." Alex gestured around the room to illustrate her point.

"You never had any intention of having a family with me, did you?" Her voice dropped to a tear soaked whisper.

"You're right Alex… Maybe you're right." Kevin was whispering too now.

"I don't think I'll ever be ready."

"Why…." Alex choked back her sobs.

Kevin just shook his head and marched upstairs. Hiding from Alex and the truth.

Bobby backed away from the scene. He felt a level of disgust unmatched by any he ever experienced.

"Why is he doing this to her?" He pleaded with Albert.

"Bobby, Alex worked in homicide, in major case, very briefly. She worked on the Boz Burnham case right after Joe died. Even in this destiny, she still met Mulrooney and since you weren't present to avert her destiny. She ended up falling in love, or at least what she thought was love, with him."

"But he's such an….. An asshole." Bobby couldn't take his eyes off of Alex, still trembling and sobbing against the kitchen counter.

"Yes Bobby that part of him is the same. But when Alex found that letter, the Jenny Burnham letter, and she was accused of planting it."

"Yeah the case fell through and Mulrooney's career went down the toilet.." Bobby interrupted.

"Yes, well, he dragged Alex down with him. She lost all hope of being a major case detective and she resigned. Of course Mulrooney had a hand in convincing her to do so. He's still manipulative too. And still, unbeknownst to Alex, an active cross dresser. Hence his hesitation to bear children with her"

"Oh Alex….Why?" Bobby walked over to Eames, who was now drying her tears with a kitchen towel. He wanted nothing more than to sweep her up in his arms and carry her away from Mulrooney and her broken dreams.

"She can't hear you Bobby."

Bobby glared at his guardian angel. Frustrated he started to pace.

"Well maybe the asshole will change his mind. Or maybe Eames will divorce him and find someone who loves and respects her like she deserves. This HAS to get better for her!"

Bobby stopped pacing and looked at Albert with a fury.

"IT does get better for her. Doesn't it?"

"Well yes and no."

"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Bobby threw his arms in the air.

"It means….. Bobby, that she has some successes, but it won't be this particular thing. This thing that she feels she wants and needs right now. In this path, it's just not meant to be for her. It's not her destiny."

"Then what happens to her?" Bobby whimpers.

They were back on the street, and this time Robert Goren was absolutely sure they didn't walk there.

It was like they simply materialized.

"Our last stop Bobby."

"Where are we?"

"In the present." Albert clapped his hands together and looked around the dark alley they were standing in.

"This is your life Robert Goren. Your present. The one you asked for."

"I didn't ask for this." Bobby felt his pulse quicken. He was getting scared. A claustrophobic, closed in, Tates, kind of scared.

"You did. You asked what life would be like. You were frustrated Bobby, sick of being a cop and just a cop. With no family and friends. You felt like you were circling the drain. You asked and I answered, it's as simple as that."

"I…I didn't ask…" Bobby squealed.

Just then he spotted Eames sashaying down the street, toward the alley. Adorned in short skirt and tight low cut tank top, Bobby assumed she was working vice again.

"Time is running out Bobby. It's the moment for your past incarnation to let go and allow this new one to take over. The present day Bobby Goren."

Bobby glanced around looking for an escape, something, anything, to stop this madness. It was then the image of a lumbering and large dark figure emerging from the alley, caught his eye.

That figure was him.

Bobby watched as a scruffier and darker version of himself waited in the shadows for Eames to approach.

"No….." Was all Bobby could muster. His eyes pleading with Albert.

"I gotta go Bobby. It's all you now. And you are a serial killer, who's main victim preference, are prostitutes."

Bobby felt like he was falling a million miles a minute. He couldn't even find the words.

Albert took pity on him and touched his face.

"You always knew you could have gone either way."

Bobby felt tears cascading down his face.

"Goodbye Robert. Your destiny is fulfilled."

As Albert dissolved into thin air, so did any hopes or dreams that Robert O. Goren the detective ever had.

He suddenly felt himself getting colder.

He suddenly felt himself getting hungry.

Hungry for blood. Right now the only color he saw was red. All good instincts and pure light gone.

Robert Goren, the serial killer was about to pounce on his next victim. A cute blonde, who was no more than a few yards away.

And she couldn't see him.

And that thought made him very excited, aroused even.

Very aroused.

With a swoop, fueled by red hued blood lust, he grabbed the blonde by the neck. At first he entertained snapping it like a twig, but then he changed his mind.

He wanted this one alive while he performed his rituals.

Something seemed a little different about this one. He wasn't sure if it was the smell of her or her aura.

Something was so….

Familiar.

And not right.

Suddenly this felt not right to him.

Not right to Bobby,

The man responsible for slicing and dicing about twenty prostitutes in the greater metropolitan area over the past ten years.

And this feeling overwhelmed him so…

So much that he fucked up and let one of the blonde's arm's go.

That's when Alexandra Eames reached for her piece, tucked under her skirt.

And blew a hole through Robert Goren's chest.