A/N: Another chapter so soon? Yes, it is possible!

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Major Case Squad

She had left Staten Island with Nathan in tow early that morning. Terry hadn't slept and she barely did as she kept hearing him walking the floors the whole night. She had wanted to stay until Liz got there but she remembered she had to meet with Bobby that morning. The fact that she had forgotten that last night startled her, but then again her emotions had clouded her thinking.

Calling up her parents, she hoped they could take him but they couldn't. Her mother had a doctor's appointment and her father was taking her. They were already in a cab and on their way to the doctor's office. She then called Angie and got an almost exact result. Her niece, Amy, was sick with a hundred and three degree temperature; they were at the emergency room at a hospital on Long Island. There was no way she could watch Nathan. Her other niece, Amber, Amy's twin, was at school and their parents agreed to pick her up in the afternoon once they were done at the doctors. And last she heard, her oldest brother Richard was still on vacation with his wife Melissa, and their two teenage kids were in school. Her younger brother, John Jr., Junior for short, was on the job.

So, she was stuck with the kid. Normally she wouldn't have minded, if she didn't have to go into work and then meet with Bobby.

When she walked into the office, Nathan following behind her as he pulled on his thick coat, Deakins only stared before coming up to her desk.

"Eames-"

"Captain, this is my nephew, Nathan," she said as she sat down at her desk and started to take Nate's coat off. "I'm going to need a half day. A family emergency came up and, well, I was the only one who could take him." It wasn't entirely the whole truth, but it was enough. And Deakins was a parent, he would understand. At least she hoped he would.

Deakins stared down at them and then let out a deep sigh. "You're still meeting with Goren this morning?"

She gave a nod as she tossed the coat on her desk. After she'd hung up with Bobby last night, she called Deakins. They had agreed that she go alone, to gain Bobby's trust, but he was still worried. Why, she didn't know. This was Bobby after all, not a serial killer. However, just as Bobby as said, how could she know him if he didn't even know himself. Bobby did run from the cops last night instead of turning himself in.

Deakins went to the break room and grabbed a chair from the table and brought it to her desk so Nathan could sit down. "Okay, he can stay here. I'll keep an eye on him."

"Thanks, Captain. I'm sorry for the inconvenience."

"Hey, it's okay. Family's family, and sometimes it can't be helped."

He left her alone at her desk while he went to his office. Alex turned to Nate who was looking around the room at all the people as he sunk back in the chair. She could tell that he wanted to get up and explore but he was also becoming really shy around people. Digging into his dipper bag, she pulled out one of his toys and handed it to him. He took the truck with a smile as he started driving it over the seat and then her desk.

"What's with the kid-o? He a suspect?"

Alex looked up and saw Logan along with Detective Barek walk up. "Yeah, he's wanted for grand thief auto of a Tonka truck."

Logan chuckled as he sat down in the chair opposite her as he sipped at his coffee while he tossed her a file.

"So, who is he really?" Barek asked as she pulled over a chair to join them.

"My nephew," she said as she picked up the file and flipped it open. "A family thing came up and he's mine today. Neither of you don't mind, do you?"

"Me?" Logan asked incredulously as he gestured to himself. "I love kids." To emphasize his point, he reached over and ruffled Nate's hair, causing Nate to reached up and push the hand away. "They just don't love me."

"I don't mind," Barek said as she chuckled as Nate drove his truck over her seat.

"Like I suspected; DNA on the syringe found in Bobby's car matches Bobby. He was drugged. Tox screen on the drug is that of a paralytic…Curare. And the only prints found on Bobby's wallet and cell phone found at the warehouse were his. Just great," Alex mumbled as she tossed the file down and got up to get herself a cup of coffee. While she was in the break room, she got a Sprite for Nathan as well before going back to her desk. She took out Nate's cup and added the soda.

"His parents let him drink that stuff?" Barek asked.

"No, but his Aunt does. Plus, I figured Sprite was better than Coke. No caffeine."

"Good call," Logan said as the phone on his desk shrilled to life. Picking it up, he answered, "Logan. Oh, good morning, Doctor Kendal. Yeah…" he said as reached over to his rolodex and flipped through it. "Our fax number is…1-212-222-8889. Okay, thanks."

Alex stared at him until he was done and off the phone. Doctor Kendal had been Bobby's doctor. "Well, what'd she say?"

Logan held up a finger for her to wait before going over to the fax machine. He grabbed a couple sheets off the machine. Coming back over to her, he sat down at the desk and said, "Results are back from the blood work on Goren. They found a drug in his system…I hate chemistry," he said as he went to pronounce the name and couldn't. "Mid-ah-zoo-lam…what?"

Alex snapped her fingers for him to hand her the sheets, which he willingly did. She looked the information over and said, "We need Rodgers."

"Can I see it?" Barek asked.

Alex handed her the sheet from the hospital along with the sheet from the police report and waited for her to read them over.

"Goren was poisoned with Chondrodendron momentous, also known as Curare. It's a plant found in South America, it causes paralysis. They found a low level of the main toxic ingredient, d-Tubocurarine, in his blood stream." When Logan looked at her with that look, the one usually preserved for Goren, Barek shrugged. "I'm big on plants."

"What about the drug the doctors found in his system?" Alex asked.

"Midazolam. It's used during surgeries to cause the patient amnesia so they don't remember it."

"How long does a drug like that lasts?"

"A couple of hours," Barek said. "And it doesn't stay in the blood stream long. That's why it wasn't found in the blood taken at the hospital."

"Not even if it was combined with the other drug?" Logan asked.

She shook her head as she handed the sheets back to Alex. "No. They are meant to be used together during surgical operations. The paralytic is used to make sure the patient doesn't move, while the Midazolam is used to make sure the patient doesn't remember the surgery. Curare, it paralyses the body but it doesn't knock the patient out. They're still awake. They are able to see what's going on. So they give the patient amnesia in order to block the operation out of their minds."

"And this was given to Bobby," Alex said as she looked at the words on the sheets of paper. "The doctor said he also suffered from a severe concussion, Grade three. Could the effects of the drugs, and then him hitting his head, cause what's going on with him now?"

Barek thought about it but all she could do was shrug, saying, "I don't have an answer for that. It's hard to say, anything's possible."

"Thanks, Barek," Logan said, making both women stare over at him. "What? I can't thank someone for their help?"

Not long after, at exactly nine o'clock, her cell phone beeped. Picking it up, she flipped it open as she answered, "Eames."

Like she expected, it was Bobby. He wanted to meet in an hour at 7th Avenue and Broadway…Times Square. She left Nathan in the company of Logan and Deakins as she left the building.

Royal Motel

He was showered, dressed, and out of the room by seven that morning. Walking into the office, he saw Teresa and pulled out his cell phone as he approached the desk. When she spotted him, she frowned and shook her head.

"You're becoming a repeat customer."

"You lied to me."

Teresa sighed and stared at him like he lost his mind. "I didn't-"

"You told me there was no receipt because she paid cash."

She was quiet a moment before saying, "You talked to Jerome. Figured you men would stick together."

Leaning on the counter, he told her, "Look, you can hate men all you want. I don't care. All I care about is knowing who this woman is. She not only stole from me, but I think she also poisoned me. You said that I was barely alert, and that I couldn't walk on my own. Then she was going to leave me in that motel room for three days. I could've died, okay. And she would be the one responsible."

Teresa eyed him for a long moment before looking defeated. "What'd you want from me? I already told you what I know."

"I don't think you've told me everything. You lied about the receipt." He found the picture he'd taken of Nicole on his phone and showed it to her. "Do you recognize her?"

Teresa took the phone from him so she could get a better look of the picture. She studied it for a moment before glancing up at him. "She was the one who picked the brunette up."

"Are you certain? You said a car pulled up and she got in."

She gave a nod as she handed the phone back. "I left out the part of the driver getting out. She came in and paid me to keep quiet about what I saw."

"What kind of car was she driving?"

Giving a shrug, she said, "Vintage Ford Mustang. Late model 60's or early 70's, I'm not sure of the year but it was in good condition. My boyfriend was practically drooling over it. That it?"

He pocketed the phone as he said, "Yeah, that's it. Thank you." He left the motel and headed up the block toward the bus stop as he dialed a number.

Intersection of 7th Avenue, 46th Street and Broadway

Times Square, Manhattan

Times Square, the most crowded tourist spot in all of New York City, and she was right in the middle of it. The tall buildings, big moving billboards with half naked people and advertisements of Broadway shows and credit cards, to television shows and everything in-between flashed around her. Cars were constantly passing by along with buses and cabs, and hordes and hordes of people. It's no wonder Bobby chose this spot to meet. If she had betrayed him, bringing other cops along, it would've been easy for Bobby to slip away.

Her cell phone vibrated in her pocket. Looking at the ID, she saw it was Bobby again. "Eames."

"Take the number 9 bus. It's coming down 7th Avenue now, a block from you."

She looked down the street and saw the bus coming. The line went dead as she crossed the street to the bus stop. Seconds later, she got on the bus and looked around the seats. Bobby wasn't on it. She found an empty seat and sat down. At the next stop more people got on and off but still no Bobby. It wasn't until the fourth stop that she saw him get on and pay the fare.

He was wearing a Yankees baseball cap and he still hadn't shaved. Bobby saw her near the back but instead of walking back to her, grabbed the overhead bar and motioned for her to get up and do the same. Alex got up and walked toward him, grabbing onto the bar as the bus took a right turn. After a couple more blocks, Bobby got off and she followed.

They were in Hell's Kitchen at 39th street and 9th Avenue, and she had no idea why until Bobby nodded across the street. There was a restaurant next to a Laundromat that was open and serving breakfast.

"I hope you're hungry."

"I am, actually. I had to skip breakfast this morning."

They got a booth in the back and by the hallway that lead to the restrooms and exit. Neither said anything until after they ordered.

She could tell that something was bothering him, but didn't jump on it. It wasn't the right time; the last thing she wanted to do was put him on edge. He looked to be on edge enough. He also looked like he hadn't been sleeping. "I can't sleep either," she said, breaking the silence.

Bobby looked her over and gave nod as he took off the cap and tossed it on the table in the corner. He rubbed over his eyes and leaned back in the seat until the coffee was served. "I had a memory, uh…I was walking last night, couldn't sleep, and I ended up at Yankee Stadium. I guess that uh…that we were there once, for your birthday?"

Alex smiled. He was remembering. "Last year. That was a great game. That catch by Jeter in the twelfth, amazing."

He was smiling as well as he gave a nod. "It's not much," he said. "But at least I have hope now that my memories will keep on coming. I still don't know who I am, and I still don't know what happened. I stopped trying to force myself to remember. I think that's making it worse. I just need to let it happen, you know. The sounds, and smells…a touch, they're what's helping me remember."

"It's good. However it's happening, it's good." She watched him and smiled when she saw that goofy smirk of his; the one he would got usually when he figured something out in a case, and then she would tell him to not look so happy. But this time, she was really happy.

Their food was served and she felt her stomach growl at the smell. She was starving. "I made a decision to tell you anything you want to know. No more holding back. You're right, you deserve it and even though it's an ongoing investigation, I don't care. You need to know, and I want you to know. Heck, you might start remembering things because of it. Or you might know something and not realize it."

Bobby watched her as he took a drink of coffee. "Have you been to the motel?"

"No; I'm not on your case, but two other detective have already been and interviewed the staff."

"They should go back. The woman who was on duty was paid to not talk."

Alex gapped at him and waited for him to continue. When he didn't, she asked, "Paid by who?"

"The woman ID'd Nicole Wallace. She picked up the woman, a brunette, who was with me in the room."

She stared at him and asked in disbelief, "You've seen Nicole?"

Bobby glanced up at her as he started to eat. "She approached me."

The anger she felt nearly caused her to snap at him until she remembered that Bobby had no memory. He had no idea who Nicole was. "They were working together then," she said as it clicked into place. Bobby frowned at her in confusion. "The reason why you're wanted for another murder, Bobby. It was of a woman, Brenda Hanson. She was found in a warehouse, along with your wallet, cell phone, and suit jacket. Wallace must have taken her there after picking her up at the motel and killed her, framing you."

"What would be the reason to frame me?"

"To tarnish your reputation," she said as she realized that it was the only explanation. "Nicole tried before a few years ago. She murdered a suspect in a case involving anthrax and made it look like a suicide. Before she killed him, Nicole forced him to write a suicide note implicating you as the person responsible in driving him to do it."

She could see a dark look in Bobby's eyes as he asked, "That was the Dan Croyden case? I remember reading about it on the internet. I thought-"

"The papers never corrected their error, Bobby. You didn't drive a man to suicide. You didn't do that and you didn't commit these murders neither."

"How about cheat on you? I was in a motel room, Eames, with another woman."

"You didn't-"

"How could you be for sure? How can you not have any doubt in your mind that I didn't intentionally have an affair? And that this Nicole woman used it to, like you said, tarnish my rep."

Alex took a breath as she tried not to think about that, but then Terry came to mind and she was at a loss. How did she know? Because she trusted him. However, he was drugged. Anything could've happened. There was no evidence of sexual intercourse found on him during the examination at the hospital, but the nurse did say that a condom could've been used. "I don't," she finally said in acknowledgement that something could've happened. "But I do know that you were drugged."

"I was?" he asked in astonishment.

"You were given both Curare and Midazolam. They're-"

"One's a paralytic and the other was used to make me forget what happened, but neither one of them would've caused me this type of amnesia."

"But maybe the combination of everything, and then you hitting your head. It all came together to cause this."

Bobby seemed to take that all in as he returned to eating his food. "Okay," he finally said after a couple of long minutes. "If you're right, then maybe it was all staged. An elaborate plan to drag me, my reputation and name, through the mud. The appearance of the affair, it could've been used not to just ruin me, but to also make you lose faith in me. I got the impression that Nicole was jealous of you."

Alex rolled her eyes. "She's more than jealous. She's obsessed."

"And if she is behind all this?"

"Then come in. She's extremely dangerous," she stressed. "She'll have no problem killing you."

He shook his head as he told her, "I think you're wrong. She won't kill me. I think she enjoys playing these games with me way too much."

"Then what are you going to do? Continue running and hiding like the criminal that the press and public already thinks that you are?"

Bobby finished his meal and pushed the plate away as he leaned back in the seat. He was eyeing her, but she could tell that he was thinking things over in his head. "If I come in now, will I be arrested and charged and locked up?"

Alex sighed as she shook her head. "I don't know." And it was the truth. She didn't know. "But you'll be given a psychological evaluation to prove this amnesia is real."

"The drugs in my system should be enough efficient evidence to prove that what happened during those two days I was missing had nothing to do with me. The statement from the woman, Teresa, who works the desk at that motel will also prove that I was there Saturday night and that I didn't leave until Monday morning. She can also ID Wallace and this Brenda woman as being with me. So would it matter if I come in or not? And why are you smiling like that?"

She was smiling, and she couldn't help it. "Because," she said. "I miss talking to you. I miss this," she gestured back-and-forth between them. "And I like knowing that you're still you despite all of this. You're a great cop, Bobby. If you're trying to find an identify to hang on to, and to know who you are, that's what you should be telling yourself. You're a cop. You're a detective. All you have to do is just listen to yourself and trust in that."

He was staring at her in contemplation for a long moment before he finally smiled a little. Giving a nod, he said, "Thanks, Eames. That uh…that helps, to hear you say that."

"It's the truth," she told him as she also pushed her finished plate away.

"And, as for being a cop," he continued to say, "you would understand my decision to not come in." Before she could speak, he said, "And you can understand my decision to continue finding as much out about myself, and about what happened to me, and about this Nicole woman."

At hearing that, she nearly went into shock, asking, "You're going to do what?"

Bobby leaned on the table as he quietly told her as he stared at the table, "Nicole is wanting to…I guess, in a way, help me. I don't know why, or how, but she's up to something and I'm going to find out. And maybe, not only can I put her away, but I can finally get to the truth of this whole mess. If you say that she's the one who killed this Caleb kid, and Brenda, and the one who's trying to frame me for it all…then I want her. I want to take her down." Looking up into her eyes, he asked, "Will you help me do that, Eames?"

Alex stared into his eyes for a long moment. This was such a bad idea, but what could she do. Bobby had already made up his mind; all she could do was agree. "Okay. I'll help."

Smirking slightly, he said, "I get the feeling we've done stuff like this before."

Alex couldn't help but shake her head and laugh. "Only because you make me. And I know that no matter what I say, you'll do it anyway."

Bobby gave her a teasing wink as he leaned back and took out his wallet. "Now," he said as the tossed some case down, "that sounds like me."

TBC…