I don't own the CI Characters, nor do I gain anything by writing these stories, other than pure enjoyment. Please read and review!

A/N: I think we (as a group) don't know a whole lot about Bishop. So, I took a few liberties, and hope you don't mind.

Chapter 2

Meeting Bishop

Alex began securing her jacket. Thank God it's Friday. She was looking forward to tomorrow. She didn't have to set the alarm, she didn't have to get up for anyone. She sighed.

Bobby looked up, leaning on his hand he studied his partner's face. "Big plans?"

Alex shook her head. "Just plenty of sleep. How about you?"

He smiled. "There's a muscle car show being put on by the Cops and Rodders Club this Saturday. Louis and I are planning on going."

Alex smiled. "Tell Louis, I said hi." With that, she slung her purse over her shoulder and headed towards the elevators, leaving him to review his notes.

Monday came all too quickly. For as much rest as Alex got, she felt that she could have used more. Stepping of the elevator, she turned, and stopped dead in her tracks. A tall slender red haired woman was sitting at her desk perusing through her drawers, putting several items in a box. Bobby, was awkwardly pushing the drawers in, as G. Lynn Bishop's hand drifted to the next. He knew all too well how Alex felt about strangers going through her things.

Alex nonchalantly walked over, dropping her purse on top of her desk and leaned against the left side of it, preventing Det. Bishop from further inspection of the drawers.

Det. Bishop looked up at her in surprise. "Excuse me?"

Bobby turned slightly towards the two women, eying them, he rubbed the back of his neck. "Ah, Det. Bishop, this, this is Det. Eames."

Alex crossed her arms in front of her, not wavering in her stare. Bobby cleared his throat.

Det. Bishop, stared back. "Oh, then these are yours."

She lifted the box up towards Eames. Glancing inside it, it held various items from cases, and recent trinkets from Bobby. Bishop reached over and put the Santa Cup on top of the items. She whispered, "It's kind of tacky to have Christmas items out way before, or way after Christmas, don't you think?" She smiled slightly at Alex. Alex's expression didn't shift.

Det. Bishop pushed the chair away from the desk. "I think I'll get a cup of coffee."

She stood and took her cup leaving Bobby and Alex to watch her leave. Alex turned towards Goren, who had by now taken cover behind his desk. "Goren, I thought you had my back."

He rolled his pen in his hands. "I do, it' just,...she's a pretty determined woman."

Alex leaned on her desk, with her arms on either side of the box, her eyes sparking at him. "More than me?"

He cleared his throat, and Alex heard Bishops returning footsteps. "I'll get back to you on that Detective Eames."

Alex glared at him. She turned towards Bishop, bringing her to a dead stop three feet from her desk. Deakins walked by, pausing for a moment to assess the group. "Alex, my office."

She left her purse and box sitting on the desk. Bobby began reviewing a file, careful to avoid Bishop's eyes.

Deakins waved Alex to a chair. "Alex..."

Eames waved her arms out towards the squad room. "Captain...?"

Deakins paused. "Alex, you're going to be stationed at the desk over by the post. The only way Bishop is going to be able to learn how to work with Goren, is to work with Goren, and that means your desk. It's not like I'm moving you another floor."

Alex dropped in her chair and sighed in exasperation. "Captain, she was unloading my things from my desk. Couldn't I have done that myself?"

Deakins rubbed his brow. "Ah, you go finish up, I'll have Bishop pull some files so she's not in the line of fire." He smiled slightly.

Bobby quietly watched as Alex went through the drawers and slammed things in the box, muttering to herself. Picking up her purse and the box, she walked to the desk. She removed her jacket, and began unloading her things from the box. Bobby quietly, set a cup of decaf on her desk. He stood by for a moment.

She ran her hand through her hair and looked up at him. "Thanks."

He nodded and went back to his desk and began discussing a case with Bishop. Eames watched and sighed. "It may not be another floor, but it feels like Siberia."