A/N: Here it is! The Bobby/Nicole interrogation! I really hope you guys like it.
Bobby walked into the room that held his arch-nemesis, behind the four members of SG-2. It wasn't that he needed them in there – but he was taking no chances with this interrogation. Nicole was going down, and the more witnesses the better.
She was sitting calmly at the table placed in the middle of the room. Other than the size difference and the eight heavily armed men standing guard both inside and outside the room, Bobby could have sworn that the NYPD and the Air Force had the same decorator. … Probably the same budget, too.
"I was wondering when you'd be up," Nicole said, her accent heavy as she gazed adoringly at Bobby. There was blood on his clothes, and she noted he still seemed visibly haunted, and charmingly disheveled. Nicole assumed she was seeing grief in his eyes, and, with satisfaction, she decided that Alex must be really and truly dead, along with the foolish Colonel Carter. Smiling in her condescendingly sweet nature she greeted Bobby, "Or is it down? I never can tell in this mountain."
Bobby just raised his eyebrows at her seemingly carefree demeanor. She still thought she'd won. "Cut the crap, Nicole," he said harshly. "You've lost."
Her smile was cold and pure evil, "Oh, no, Bobby. I won. Killing her was the single most satisfying moment of my life. Memories of that will keep me warm in my prison cell. Everyone leaves poor little Bobby. No one ever stays long. Not even Mummy."
Anger flashed in his eyes as he desperately tried to remain in control of his emotions. The members of SG-2 watched the scene with seeming impassiveness. Ferretti had been in Germany with Jack and Bobby – he remembered the kind profiler, and it made him sick to think that someone like this psychotic bitch could do this to him.
Without warning to any of them, Bobby started to laugh. It was a cold, impassionate laugh that sent chills of fear down Nicole's spine. To the members of SG-2, it sounded very similar to one of the Goa'uld System Lords back when they were still a viable power in the galaxy. "You really think you've won? You really think that you can use my own insecurities against me, Nicole? How old were you when your father started molesting you? Was it five?"
Her silence was enough answer for him as he loomed over the table; his tall, thick frame making him even more imposing as he did what he had yearned to do for so many years. "It's not going to work this time, Nicole," his voice hard, low and with a hint of a predator stalking his prey. Bobby's eyes flickered up to the observation room, and saw Sam enter with Alex.
The change in his gaze drew Nicole's eyes there as well. Her heart nearly stopped as she realized that the one thing she wanted to do: recreate Bobby in her own image, was lost to her with that woman standing alive and well.
Bobby walked over to the other side of the table and knelt at Nicole's side, his mouth level with her ear as he whispered, "She's everything you're not – and you will never take her away from me."
Nicole's eyes, worried and broken, turned to look at Bobby, "I want to go to my cell."
At that the big detective smiled, menacingly, "What makes you think you have that right? You lost all your rights when you pretended to be an Air Force officer, got yourself assigned to a top secret military project and killed two women."
Nicole's eyes flickered back up the observation room before turning back to Bobby, "They seem very much alive to me."
It was all Bobby could do to refrain from slapping the smug look off her face.
Instead he started pacing in front of the wall between Ferretti and Denison. After a few minutes of silence, he spoke again, "You have two choices, Nicole. One: you confess to everything you've ever done – including your daughter's murder. You will, of course, get a needle in your arm. Two: you don't confess and it goes down on the record anyway that you confessed, but instead of getting a needle you get whatever General O'Neill and the rest of the SGC decide to do to you."
Since her idea to have him eating out of her hand through grief over Eames wasn't working, Nicole took another route – compassion. "Could you really do that to me, Bobby? Would you really let them hand me over to the Free Jaffa Nation to be tortured to death?"
Bobby turned to look up at Alex, gaining strength from her gaze as she silently watched the scene. Quietly, without turning away from his rock and foundation, he said, "After all the people whose lives you've manipulated, and all the people you've tortured mentally and physically … you expect mercy? Either confess and get a needle, or don't and face the death they give you."
Her composure fell, and she had to turn away from the looming detective. She turned toward the table, trying her hardest not to break down in tears. Try as she might, she couldn't play the game anymore. How was that possible?
She and Bobby had been playing cat and mouse for the past three years … how could she not be able to play anymore? He wasn't supposed to win in the end! "I want to see my lawyer," she said, falling back on her rights as an American citizen.
Bobby laughed again, turning to her with real humor in his eyes, "That's funny, Nicole. I'll bet you've been waiting hours just to say that. You don't have that right anymore. Not here, not now. Never again."
The detective didn't even wait for an answer: he'd already won, and now he had to go finish something he'd started four years before when he'd figured out that he was in love with his five foot four inch tall partner. The blast door opened as he reached it, and he walked out calmly, never even looking back at the woman who had tormented him for so long. The game was done – and she lost.
A/N: So? What do you guys think? Any good? Don't worry, BA fluff galore coming up. ... and maybe a presidential pardon.