Black Ice: Chapter 2

By: The Confused One

A/N: Had to do this part. Sorry. This chapter would be the night Alex dies. Enjoy and remember to review. Thanks.

Curled up with Bobby on his couch, Alex sighed as the movie ended and Bobby turned the DVD player and TV off. She loved nights like these: quiet and peaceful. A quiet homemade dinner and a movie with him were rare but nice. They hardly ever watched TV or movies. Their tastes were too dissimilar, and they had long since found better things to occupy their time with.

Stretching, she grudgingly sat up. She felt like she could stay there, in that position, forever. She loved him so much. It had taken the letter for them to finally talk, open up, and admit their feelings, and it had taken a few more weeks after that before things had calmed down and they had found a new normal, and Alex knew they had been lucky during that period. All of the awkwardness at work, as they tried to figure out their new boundaries, was attributed to them working through what happened with the letter.

Leaning forward, she lightly captured his lips with hers. With a smile, she pulled away and broke the silence, "It wasn't so bad, now was it?"

Bobby smiled in return. He had let her decide on the movie, and she had made him watch her favorite of all time. Bobby vehemently disagreed with her assessment, but he was content to watch it anyway, just because he got to hold her.

Watching her get up, he commented, "I could really make fun of you for your taste in movies. It's very...female."

Alex rolled her eyes and tried to stifle her snicker. Pouring a glass of wine, she commented, "You've made fun of me enough for it, thank you."

Laughing, he leaned back on the couch and watched as she returned with the glass. As she sat down, he teased, "You're this tough cop with a tomboy streak and love for cars, but your taste in movies..."

Smacking his arm, she settled against him again. She reveled in the feeling of being in his arms, as she playfully responded, "My taste in movies is fine. At least it's not 'Pretty in Pink'. It's the 'Philadelphia Story', Bobby. It's a true classic."

With a nod, Bobby smirked and conceded, "You're right. That's true. At least it's not 'Pretty in Pink.'

With a nod, Alex was pleased with herself. Taking a sip of her wine, she continued, "See, you forget who you're talking to here. I managed to get elected prom queen after all."

Amused, Bobby kissed the top of her head. Running his fingers lightly up and down her arm, he let himself get lost in thoughts of them, again. It was so easy for him to see his future with Alex. There were so many things he was considering lately, things he never thought he'd have or even want. Looking at her, he asked, "Alex, what do you see you when you think about the future?"

Turning to face him better, Alex set her wine glass down. Concern was clearly written on her face as she looked at him. Meeting his eyes, she asked, "Why do you ask?"

Bobby shrugged. He tried to blow it off. He was worried he had asked something she wasn't comfortable answering. "Curiosity. That's all."

With a nod, Alex relaxed again. He didn't seem agitated. In fact, he seemed rather calm, more so than usual. She could tell, by the question and his demeanor that this wasn't just vague curiosity. Something was going on his head, and she was left wondering when or if he'd share, and she was left hiding her slight disappointment that he wasn't being completely honest and explaining himself to her. Thinking about how to answer her question for a moment, she explained, "I see you, Bobby. I see us. That's what I see...for the rest of my life. Why are you..."

Noticing, out of the corner of her eye, that a heavy snow was beginning to fall again, she cut herself off. Turning her attention to it, she stood up and grumbled, "Really wish we had done this at my place. I have to go and deal with Milo."

It took Bobby a moment to remember that Alex was dog sitting for her brother, Scott. Sitting up, he asked, "I thought you fed and took him out before you came over here?"

Alex nodded. Seeing the confused look on his face, she sighed and then smiled. She always found him cute when he was clueless. Taking her wine glass back into the kitchen, she poured out the remainder of the contents and reminded him, "But that won't do me a bit of good if I can't get home in the morning. I don't want him peeing all over my carpet, and Scott would kill me if I let him starve. They're calling for another a couple more feet. If I'm getting snowed in somewhere, it has to be at my place."

Bobby sighed. Leaning back on the couch, he knew she was right, but he wasn't willing to give up quite yet. He hated going to bed and waking up without her. "It's a very small chance."

Rinsing her glass out, she placed it next to the one he had used. Returning to the room, she insisted, "But there is a chance."

Looking up at her, he resigned himself to a night without her. Getting up, he wrapped his arms around her and relented, "Alright. Just...be careful. The sleet from earlier has had time to freeze."

Alex smiled. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she kissed him. Letting it linger, she finally pulled away before assuring her, "I'm always careful. I'll be fine. I'll call you first thing, and we can decide if we're going in or not."

With a nod, Bobby kissed her again. "I love you."

Forcing herself to pull away from him, she whispered, "I love you, too."

Watching her grab her purse, Bobby had an unsettling feeling come over him, and he wasn't sure why. As they reached the door, he replied, "Alex, seriously. Be careful."

Alex smiled softly. She agreed, "I will be. I promise. Night, Bobby."

With that, he opened the door and watched her head down the hall to the elevator. Going back inside, he sighed. Deciding that the wine glasses could wait till morning, he headed to his room. Changing clothes, he slid under the covers and glanced at the clock. It was a little after eleven. Closing his eyes, he tried to get to sleep, but he couldn't shake the ominous feeling that something was about to happen. It kept him awake for an hour.