A/N: I'm updating really quickly because so many of you reviewed really quickly for the last chapter. The title for this story's going to make more sense after reading this chapter.

"Are you okay, Bobby?" Alex asked as she walked into the VIP rooms Landry had set up for them.

The detective nodded, his eyes flickering up to meet hers. "Yeah, I think I am." He motioned for her to come closer to where he was sitting on the bed and she obliged willingly. Bobby gathered her up in his arms, resting his head on her stomach as he breathed in her scent. "We got her, Eames. We got her good."

Alex smiled as she remembered the incident a year and a half before, when Nicole had set up a murder, then killed the main suspect, staging it to look like a suicide. Back then she had been going by the name Elizabeth Hayes. Alex stroked Bobby's graying curly hair lovingly. "Yeah, we did," she whispered back.

He brought his head up, so his chin was resting on her stomach, and he could look his petite partner in the eyes. "Don't leave me, Alex."

Her smile was warm and loving as she said, "Never again."

His eyes held a look of a child's trusting nature – he wanted to believe her, but he'd been burned so many times before by almost everyone he'd ever loved. "Promise me?"

Alex's head dipped down to kiss him sweetly. When they pulled apart she whispered, "I promise, Bobby."

There was a knock at the door, causing the two detectives to pull apart quickly as it opened and Daniel walked in. Alex frowned, "Where's Vala?"

The space pirate's head popped into the room, "Hello. Bobby, if you ever decide to leave the life you have of enforcing this planet's laws, you'd make a great pirate."

Bobby blushed as Daniel glared at the woman, "That's not why we're here, actually. I just wanted to let you guys know that Nicole took the deal. She'll be transported back to New York City where she'll be incarcerated at a maximum security prison until her death sentence is carried out."

Alex looked at Bobby closely, to gage his reaction to the news. She was a little surprised to see that he wasn't upset, but relieved. The detective then turned back to the linguist and asked, "When do we leave?"

"Actually, the Air Force is taking care of her transportation," Daniel explained. "She won't be given any chance to escape. Jack got you guys tickets on a flight leaving tomorrow morning for JFK."

"Sam wants to go out to celebrate our latest victory," Vala chimed in. "And Jack said he's paying."

Bobby silently chuckled at the woman's exuberance before he nodded, "Let's go, then."

He rose to leave, one of his hands opening and seeking out Alex's. No words were needed between the two as they walked with Daniel and Vala toward the elevator that would take them to the surface of Cheyenne Mountain deep within Colorado Springs. There would be enough time later to process the kisses they had shared that day – and to feel guilty about them – right now all he wanted to do was just be with Alex and stop thinking about tomorrow. So he did.

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The group of six laughed as they sat around Daniel's living room, talking about different things – exchanging stories, discussing plans for Sam and Jack's larger wedding ceremony set to take place some months in the future, just talking.

Daniel and Bobby had gone off on some obscure conversation thread about Jews and Russia (don't ask how they got there; Daniel was drunk) when Vala scrunched her brow and asked, "Do your people have any documentation from that time? Sounds awful."

"No, Vala, this was long before Russia allowed things like this to be documented," Bobby explained.

"That's not true," Sam and Alex said at the same time. They looked at each other and snorted. Sam continued with a smile, "There's one movie that comes to mind. Bobby, did you know that Alex had a crush on Topol when we were in high school?"

Alex glared at her old friend, "Better than your crush on Charlton Heston."

Sam furrowed her brow, "How so?"

"Mine can sing."

"Oh, yes, he can sing. But mine played Moses and John the Baptist. Not to mention he was in Planet of the Apes, and stared in Ben-Hur. All your guy's know for is The Fiddler on the Roof."

Alex mock glared at her, "Topol created the role of Tevyer. Not to mention watching him dance around the set when he sings 'If I Was a Rich Man' …" she sighed dreamily before poking Bobby in his side, "You should learn how to sing that song."

Bobby's look of wide-eyed terror caused everyone else to laugh. "I – I don't sing, Eames. You know that."

"Can we watch it?" Vala asked.

"Watch what?" Daniel slurred.

"Watch this movie … Fiddler on the Roof. Please?"

"Sure," Sam said.

"I'm game," Jack said. "I haven't seen that movie in … wow, ever since Teal'c asked about what life was like in Russia before the Bolshevik Revolution."

Sam got up from where she was ensconced within Daniel's loveseat with Jack, and put on the DVD Vala had requested. Soon some of them were humming/singing along with Tevyer as he loudly sang 'Tradition'.

As the cast of the movie was singing 'Sunrise, Sunset', Sam turned to her husband and poked him gently, getting his attention. She motioned with her head toward Bobby and Alex and when he turned he found Alex sleeping peacefully, half on top of Bobby's lap, an afghan from some distant planet keeping her warm. Bobby was gazing down at her, completely unaware that he was being watched. His hand lightly caressed Alex's side, causing her to shift closer to his warm embrace.

Jack bend his head down toward his wife's ear and whispered, "Matchmaker, Matchmaker, make me a match. Who's they're matchmaker, Carter?"

Sam turned back to her husband, a contented smile on her face as she whispered, "The same one we had. And I'm pretty sure it's the same on Adam and Eve had, too."

A/N: I really like Topol and Charlton Heston. Can you tell? The Fiddler on the Roof is one of my favorite movies. ... All except the pogrom.