Clearing the air ... and if believe that, I have a bridge for sale in Brooklyn. Anybody interested?

No beta used/ all mistakes are my own ... tenses included! I write for fun.

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CHAPTER FOUR: Two drunk detectives go for a walk, one has too much to drink and ... (punch line to follow)

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The case was over and it was time for Eames and I to clear the air. Her idea, not mine. I'm waiting for an apology. I already said that I was sorry, she didn't accept it and that turned into a turf war. I'm willing to try again. She was my best friend. I cared for this woman … I really did, but her words and the way she said them, knocked my world off it's axis. My reaction to that was anger with underlying hurt. Key word there, underlying. I showed her my anger. The anger isn't all towards her … it's my own personal anger. I'm angry at Ross, at the Chief and at myself for doing all the stupid things that I've done to put myself in that place and time, staring at Eames' gun. That is why she's so angry at me … I know that.

I went home to change, we met at Doodie's … a little bar on the West Side, half way in between our apartments. I wanted to meet on neutral turf. No sense in getting drunk and doing the deed, she can go her way and I can go mine. Although ….

So, I walk into the bar and there she is with Ross and Mike … great, a fucking intervention! I turn around and walk out. I'm not my brother. I don't do drugs and I don't drink to excess. I'm just mad at the world … my world. Mike came after me, he grabs me from behind and once again I'm slammed up against a wall.

"Look Goren, you need to come back in there."

"I don't think so. I don't drink with Ross. I don't socialize with Ross. I don't see Ross unless I'm on duty. GOT IT!"

"He's not staying. He just needs to know that you're okay. That you and Eames are okay."

"You mean that his precious solve rate is going to be okay."

"Maybe, but, I need to know that you're going to be okay and you're not okay without Eames."

I lean up against the brick wall and cross my arms. I look down at my clown feet and sneer at Mike.

"I don't need Eames to be an effective police officer."

"How about an effective human being, asshole!"

Mike straightened out my jacket and slapped me in the face, not hard, just enough to get my attention … he left me standing there, thinking.

I start walking towards my apartment again … no way was I going in there. A few drinks in me with Ross there, I would lose my badge for good. He did this, I tried to get out of it. He should have helped me more. Deak would have. If I didn't do as I was told, I would have been stuck in purgatory forever. I shove my hands in my pockets and realize how cold it is … how cold my life is. Mike's right, I do have clown feet … Eames is right too, I do have ADD. My thoughts are drifting from Ross to Deak to how it used to be with Eames, back to my clown feet. I look down at them and trip.

"Gee, you didn't even make it all the way into the bar and you're tripping over your own feet?"

I turn around and there she is … following me … my Eames.

"What are you doing here?"

"We were suppose to have drinks tonight, remember?"

"We, you and me. You invited guests. I wasn't in the mood."

She hooks her arm through mine and she walks with me toward my apartment.

"We can drink at your place."

I'm thinking that this isn't a good idea, but I go with it.

"I only have scotch and beer."

"Sounds good to me."

"Since when?"

"Tonight."

Oh boy.

We continue to walk arm and arm in silence. I glance over every few minutes, she glances up and smiles. Weird. We've only exchanged snarky remarks and dirty looks as of late and now she's smiling at me? I must be dying and I don't know it. We make it to my apartment and she kicks off her shoes. She's done this a million times, but this time it seems odd to me. She still has her gun with her, she takes it out of her holster and for some reason my heart quickens. She holds it up and looks directly at me. She unloads the clip and drops it on the table. Then she points the gun at me and pulls the trigger. I saw her unload the gun, but she didn't check the chamber. I jump. She laughs. Not funny.

"I just wanted you to see and feel what I see when I close my eyes at night, Bobby."

"Noted. Can we not do that again, Eames?"

She's obviously had a few at the bar. I quickly down the glass of scotch in my trembling hand.

"Can we not keep secrets from each other anymore, Bobby?"

I walk over to her and grab her gun. I put it in my gun safe, right next to mine. I need another drink after that. I pour but she grabs it from my hand and downs it in one gulp.

"Take it easy, Eames. That's not a girly drink."

"I didn't realize that you knew that I'm a girl."

"I know who and what you are."

I sink down on the couch next to her and we end up sharing the glass.

"Your partner the bitch?"

"I didn't say that."

"You implied it."

"Don't put words in my mouth."

"You didn't answer my question before."

"Which question?"

"Do you promise to not keep anymore secrets from your partner?"

I look straight up at the ceiling … looking for an answer. What if I have to shield her from the truth again, for her protection or even mine. How can I make a promise like that?

"Could you stop thinking with this head … she shoves her finger into my temple … and start thinking more like a man and think with this head" … she pokes me in the crotch.

She starts to giggle … Eames doesn't giggle and she doesn't poke me in the crotch.

"Ah, Eames … leave me crotch out of this. What does it have to do with me keeping secrets?"

"Hey, Bobby … when was the last time you got laid?"

Boy, is she shit faced! Eames and I never talk about our so called love lives.

"Eames, I think you've had enough." I gently remove the bottle from her hands.

"No, no, no. See, this is a trust thing … a secret hush, hush thing. You tell me and I'll tell you. Maybe it will help build our relationship back up again."

"I don't think so, Eames."

She crawled up onto my lap to look me in the eyes. She was really slurring her words at this point.

"Bobby, Bobby, Bobby. You're a good looking guy. I'm sure that women find you desirable. I do, that's my big secret."

"Ah, thank you?, Eames"

"Do you think men find me desirable?"

"Sure … I'm sure they do."

"Do you?"

I knew this was a bad idea … good for me, bad for her. Here comes the devil and the angel. One on one shoulder, one on the other.

Devil -- go for it Goren, she's askin for it.

Angel -- Now, Robert … she was your best friend, don't you take advantage of her. She's had too much to drink.

Devil -- Yeah, Goren heh … too much to drink, you didn't force her. She wants you … take her now!

Angel -- Robert, Bobby, look at that sweet face. She's been hurt by you, don't hurt her anymore.

Devil -- Puhlease, she's a big girl, she planned this … she wants you big guy … take her, take her now!

Angel -- You'll never forgive yourself, Robert.

Devil -- You'll kick yourself. When was the last time you got laid?

That did it!

"Eames, you need to sleep it off. Take my bedroom, I'll stay on the couch."

Her hands start to roam.

Devil -- Told ya so!

Damn it! I'm just a man for Christ sakes! What is she doing to me? First she points her gun at me, now she's pointing her tah, tahs at me. They say I'm the crazy one.

"Bobby, don't you want to get laid?"

Oh my Jesus Christ … this is Eames!

"Eames, you need to stop before I can't."

That must have been a challenge to her because the next thing I knew, her tongue was in my ear. There was no room left for dancing in my jeans, if you get my drift. It had been awhile and my little vixen of a partner was hitting all the marks. Her tongue traveled from my ear to my neck to my mouth. She lingered at my mouth and I started to laugh.

"Why are you laughing Goren, do I kiss funny?"

"I can taste skittles."

She giggles again.

For some reason, this really turned me on. Skittles, giggles and scotch. I was so hard and so turned on, I forgot that this was Eames, my bitchy, snarky partner. I flipped her over onto the couch. She started to undress underneath me. I followed her lead. Before I knew it, my partner of seven years, was naked underneath me and she was pulling off my boxers. I needed a longer and more thorough taste of those skittles. My head was spinning, both of them. Eames wiggled down between us and engulfed my swollen cock into her mouth. It was quite erotic. She wrapped her tiny body around my lower half. I had to stop her and take control of the situation. We ended up in my bedroom with her on top, once again taking control. That's the problem with Eames, she needs to be in control of me. I can't let this happen anymore, in my professional life or my personal life. I flip her over, grab her hands and pin them over her head. I had left my handcuffs by my bed (no, not wishful thinking) so, I used them. I was in control now! I start with her ears. She seems to like that but she's squirming. I move down to her neck, that little crevice where her neck and collarbone meet. I stay there for awhile. All along our naked bodies are flesh on flesh. My hardness on her softness. I continue on my journey as she arches her back seemingly wanting more.

Angel -- (in a sing-song voice) you're going to regret this in the morn-ing!

I stop just as I'm about to cover her breast with my mouth. She's dying for it, I'm dying for it, but, am I gonna pay for it-is the question?

"Bobby, Bobby?"

I crawl off of her and unlock the cuffs.

"Sorry, Eames … I can't do this."

She looks down at my very erect 'Johnson,' and says …

"Looks like you took your V-boost, to me."

Devil -- Idiot!

I get dressed, pick up her clothes and throw them in her direction. She's pissed, what else is new? I hand her the bottle of scotch and she drinks what's left in the bottle. She's good and drunk now and wobbling. She passes out cold and I put her to bed. I have a few beers and contemplate the situation. Tomorrow she'll be transferring out of Major Case or emptying her clip into me. Either way, it isn't gonna be pretty. I somehow end up falling asleep with her wrapped up in my arms.

When we wake up in the morning, in this compromised position, fully clothed. Eames lets me know exactly how she feels about what went down the night before. It changes the course of our relationship for good and it's all my fault.

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