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Bobby tells off Eames ... it's about time!
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CHAPTER EIGHT: HE'S MOVING ON!
Cut The Apron Strings
Bobby pulls away from Eames embrace. He looks down at her and then at the door.
"I need to be alone. Could you leave?" He gathers up her stuff, all thrown about and hands them to her. He opens the door and leans on it, head down but eyes on her.
The look on Eames face is that of shock, hurt and disbelief. She cocks her head at him and storms out.
He started thinking about the comments that she has made. Not wasting her life being a vessel, calling him an adulterer … he didn't have a good feeling about living the rest of his life with a hot and cold Eames. He was done with all the bad in his life and although he never looked at Eames as bad … he needed to move forward.
Eames found herself driving back to her parents house. It calmed her … the old neighborhood, being around her father. She sat in her car staring, allowing herself to finally think about being "dismissed" by her lover … her Bobby. What the hell just happened? She exited her car and went inside to find the voice of reason … her stuffed teddy bear with the police uniform on … Bobby Bear. She had "Bobby Bear" since she was five years old and that was his real name. She almost called Bobby that in the heat of the moment the night before but didn't want to taint the memories of the teddy bear that her father had given her when he decided that she was some day going to wear the uniform. He decided that one night when little Lexie figured out who did what to who while watching Adam 12. Officers Pete Malloy and James Reed hadn't even figured out where they were going to buy their donuts yet and John had to shut the TV off because five year old Alex ruined the plot for him. She smiled at the memory … I am a genius.
She clutched onto Bobby bear and sat on her bed, looking out of her bedroom window … looking for an answer that she knew was with Bobby not out there.
"Lex? Honey? I thought a heard you come in. what's wrong now?"
"Bobby and I had a fight … I think."
"I see … what did you do?"
"Me? ME!?
"Yeah … you. Honey, I love you more than life itself … but Lexie … darlin … you can be …ah … snarky … and sometimes those snarky remarks of yours sting. Bobby's been through a hell of a lot … more than I care to think about. Can you imagine the struggle in his mind, the pro and con list he must have made. What he has been going through to make this decision to quit the NYPD after all these years … I really can't. This wasn't a decision he made over night or without thinking about you. He stayed because of you."
"Then why did he just kick me out of his apartment when he has me … all of me?"
"Think about it … you have the answer … somewhere."
She curled up on her bed and fell asleep … dreaming about staring at an empty desk at 1PP. She woke up in a start and headed out to find her answer.
Bobby was home packing and listening to his German tapes. His German was rusty but not bad. The company he was going to work for was American based with a German branch. Most of the employees were American but Bobby planned on taking advantage of his off time and roaming the country side. Out of respect for the land, he wanted to speak the language.
"Könnten Sie mir sagen, der Weg nach Hamburg's Gate."
"I know my way to Hamburg's Gate … that's stupid."
"Gibt es irgendwelche Museen in Hamburg?"
"Aw gees there's like fifty or so museums in Hamburg. He presses the off button. Either my German is better than I thought or this tape sucks!"
"Anybody that can say frog in German must speak pretty good German."
He turns to see Eames standing in the doorway of his bedroom holding onto Bobby Bear.
"Why are you back?"
"I need to tell you that … I'm sorry. I never should have made you talk to the Commissioner and I shouldn't have let the chief come up. You didn't need that or me being nasty … or … snarky."
"Eames, he lets out a long breath, I love you but I think we may have rushed into this."
"Rushed … you're kidding."
"Rushed us, because I'm leaving. We were Partners for eight years not lovers. Last night we just jumped into bed and let all of our pent up emotions get to us and he runs his hand through his hair, I just don't know Eames."
"You don't know if you love me?"
"No, I mean of course I do but I need you to be more … more …" he's thinking.
"More like Peg?"
"What? You know what … maybe you should go … I don't need this Eames."
"I'm sorry … really sorry. I'm just jealous of what you had with her."
Bobby starts yelling … really yelling.
"Had … had! To be honest … it was just a distraction from my life. Nothing more. I can't and won't keep defending myself to you. I made a decision in my life. I want to move on with my life and because of you … for the first time in my life, I want the wife, the kids, the dog, the house and even the God damn mini van! If you're not on board with that … if you don't want to be the vessel that carries my child … then you should move along too!"
Vessel, she remembers saying that. Shit!
"I should go." So she does … she leaves … it's over … for now. As she walks out, she puts Bobby Bear on his couch, not so she would have to come back and pick it up but maybe Bobby would hold onto him like she did so many times and find a moment of peace. Maybe Bobby Bear would be the voice of reason for him and he would see that Eames did love him, maybe it wouldn't be over.
Bobby goes back to packing and hits the play button.
Könnten Sie mir sagen, der Weg in die liebe Kolleginnen Zimmer.
Bobby picks the tape recorder up and throws it across the room … it breaks into several tiny pieces. His breaking point. "Could you tell me the way to the ladies room." Eames never did learn that.
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Air Germany, hier kommen wir (here we come!) Thanks for reading, Judy