A/N: Almost done. Thanks for the reviews.

When Bobby and Alex got back to New York, all the proper channels had been notified about Nicole Wallace (the abridged version of her exploits) and Deakins was waiting for them with a grin on his face. He just shook his head at their easy demeanor after getting the woman who'd been a thorn in their sides for years.

"I don't know how you two did it," Deakins said, passing Bobby a bag from a nearby bakery, "But you got her. Great work. A signed confession and everything. Not to mention the Air Force backing up the charges and sentencing to make them stick."

Bobby took the bag and smiled softly when he saw what was inside – two blueberry muffins. He handed the bag to Alex who scoffed and asked, "What, no scones? We bring you back Nicole Wallace with a signed confession to everything she's ever done … and we don't even merit a scone?"

Deakins just rolled his eyes, "Get back to work, you two. Nicole Wallace isn't the only psychopath in New York."

As Deakins walked away Alex grinned at her partner, "Just the only one it took us three years to pin a conviction to."

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Weeks turned into months as Bobby and Alex got back into the swing of chasing and catching criminal masterminds in New York. Once a week Sam called Alex and they discussed their lives (leaving out the classified bits): Sam's growing stomach, and Alex's budding relationship with her partner and friend.

Bobby and Alex had begun sleeping in the same bed a few days after they got back to New York from Colorado. Not too soon after that, Alex had effectively moved into Bobby's apartment. Deakins didn't know the difference between a chocolate muffin and a Napoleon.

Four months after the kidnapping of Scott Douglas and Cassie Fraiser, Bobby and Alex walked into the office together, laughing and drinking coffee. They were rather surprised to see two people in Deakins' office, and a rather large package sitting on Alex's desk.

Furrowing her brow, Alex moved toward the package (more of a basket, really), "Who in the world would be sending me a gift basket?"

"Is there a card?" Bobby asked, walking up behind her.

Alex found it, addressed to her, and opened the card written in an unfamiliar scrawl. She scrunched her brow in confusion at the note, passing it to Bobby for him to read. Her eyes flickered back to Deakins office, only to find that she recognized the woman and man standing with the Captain, inside.

As the woman and man walked out into the bullpen, Bobby looked at Alex with a confused look on his face, "Eames, whose Henry?"

"I told him to sign it President Hayes!" the man complained to his wife as they walked up to the pair.

The woman shook her head, patting her husband's arm gently, "Jack, he wanted it to be informal. You think 'President Hayes' the first thing that comes to mind is the war in Iraq – not the SGC. Hi, Alex, Bobby."

"Hi, Sam, Jack" Alex said, giving her very pregnant friend a hug. She felt two kicks come from Sam's stomach as she pulled away, "Wow, those two are busy."

Sam sighed, "They never stop. Not even when it's four in the morning and I have to be up at six. I seriously think they take turns playing 'Let's annoy Mommy and make sure she doesn't get any sleep'."

Alex laughed at that as Jack said, "Well, at least you don't need that much sleep to begin with, Carter. Remember all those all-nighters you used to pull?"

Sam's amused face turned to her husbands, "You mean the ones I would pull trying to fix a problem you, Daniel or SG-3 got us into? Or do you mean the ones I pulled trying to save Earth from utter destruction while trying to calm down enough not to kill McKay for calling me a dumb blonde?"

Jack smirked, "Want me to sent Shepard a message to spike McKay's food with lemon?"

"As tempting as that sounds, honey, Rodney McKay is a brilliant scientist and he's the best out there," Sam said, a wistful look in her eye.

Bobby cleared his throat, waving the card in front of them he asked, "This is from the President of the United States?"

Jack looked at him with wide eyes, "Yep. I think he put two plane tickets in there, too. The missus really wants to meet you guys after they found out what happened."

"Dinner at the White House?" Alex asked, scrunching her nose.

"Private dinner at the White House," Jack elaborated. He noticed the detectives eye the basket on Alex's desk with wary uncertainty. Finally, he could take it no more and asked, "What? You don't like fruit baskets?"

"Is that what this is?" Alex asked, her eyes wide in mock innocence. "Here I thought it was a new engine for my car."

"Actually, that's being delivered to your house tomorrow," Sam's eyes were as wide as her smile as she sheepishly shuffled her feet.

Alex snorted as she shook her head, "Only you, Sam."

"Why are you guys here?" Bobby asked.

"Oh, that," Jack said, pulling out a letter from his coat pocket. "We're the delivery boy and girl." He handed it to Bobby.

The big detective opened it and started reading the letter inside:

To whom it may concern:

I, President Henry Hayes, hereby authorize a special dispensation for Detectives Robert Goren and Alexandra Eames in regards to the non-fraternization policy upheld by the NYPD. This dispensation is under the conditions that any relationship hereby taken up and pursued by the two detectives in question does not in any way effect their solve and conviction rate of crimes in New York. (That means no making out in the break room.) Their superior officer will be responsible for overseeing that this rule is carried out.

If they are willing to accept this dispensation, effective immediately, all that is left to say is one thing: Don't screw it up.

Sincerely,

Henry Hayes, President of the United States of America

A/N: There's this long running thing in the SG-1 realm that the only way Sam and Jack can get together is if the president gives them permission. ... I thought I'd share the love (and the joke).