Brooklyn, Bobby's Apartment

8:00am

Sunday

A clatter sounded in the kitchen, interrupting the serene emptiness of Bobby's dreamless sleep. He had been dead tired last night, but the knowledge that his beautiful partner was just steps away had made it impossible to fall asleep. However, after another shot of whiskey he had been out on his couch in moments.

With a groan, Bobby cracked open his eyes and immediately regretted it as a headache settled in. It wasn't as bad as it could be, he hadn't been totally drunk last night, but it was a headache all the same.

Remembering the clatter sounding from his kitchen, Bobby jumped up on the couch—not a good idea. He was hit with a wave of dizziness and his head pounded even more. Slowly, he recovered and he began making his way to the kitchen. The sight that met him completely banished any thought or pain from his headache.

His partner, Detective Alex Eames, stood with her back to him at the stove. Her short blonde hair was slightly mussed from her sleep, but damn did it only add to her sexiness. Slowly, his eyes trailed down her body. She wore his blue NYPD t-shirt. It was too large and hid all of the curves he knew were there.

And that was ALL she wore. From what he could see, anyway.

He found himself having to grip the nearest countertop, fearing that he would die any second from a heart attack. As quickly as he could, he tried to recover from the surprise of finding Eames nearly naked in his kitchen.

His breath evened, he calmed himself, and he opened his mouth to greet her.

Just before he could get a sound out, Alex opened one of his highest cupboards. The item she needed was too far up. That didn't stop her, and without hesitation or a fumble in her seemingly good mood, she stood on her tippy toes to reach for it. As she extended her right arm to grab it, holding the counter with her left, Bobby watched with darkening eyes as his shirt slid up her bare legs, passing her rounded behind. From beneath his shirt, lacy black panties peeked out.

Bobby could have dropped dead at that moment, but the energy of his desire kept him alive and well.

Never in his life did Bobby think he would ever witness anything like this.

Gathering his wits, Bobby decided to press forward. For the first time he noticed the delicious smell of eggs and sausage, as well as pancakes. Looking at the stove, he folded his arms and heaved a loud sigh. That grabbed Alex's attention.

Turning around, she met the sight of a shirtless Bobby with wide eyes. His chiseled chest and toned abs drew Alex's attention.

"Didn't I tell you 'no' last night?" he smirked, catching a light blush from his partner.

"What?" she asked, her eyes meeting his with a look of confusion, and a not very well hidden look of embarrassment.

"Cooking breakfast," Bobby reminded her.

"I was trying to finish before you woke up," she admitted, a smirk of her own slowly forming. How embarrassing was it to be caught by her partner, cooking breakfast in her underwear and his shirt. It elicited a chuckle from Alex, and she shook her head as she turned her eyes to check the pancakes cooking.

'He doesn't seem to dislike what he sees, though,' Alex thought with a smirk as she caught him staring when she turned back to him.

"If it makes you feel better, you can pour yourself a cup of coffee," Alex smiled, taking two mugs from his cupboards, having to reach again. Bobby groaned quietly and his eyes went to the ceiling. How was he supposed to enjoy breakfast when he had such a beautiful, hot distraction on his hands?

"You know, the coffee will help with that hangover," she said, hearing his groan and misinterpreting it. Turning with the two mugs in her hands, she smiled. "That and some Advil."

"Hmmph..." was his response, and he received a raised brow from his partner. Ya, that's what she was, so why was he having such thoughts?

Setting the mugs on the countertop, Alex leaned against the granite and put a hand on her popped hip, and suddenly a very tempting curve appeared beneath Bobby's oversized t-shirt.

"It seems I have succeeded in making Detective Robert Goren speechless," Alex teased, feigning shock.

'If she only knew,' Bobby thought to himself.

"Well its not every day I find a beautiful woman in my kitchen," Bobby shrugged, walking to the coffee pot, grabbing the two mugs on his way.

"Very flattering, Goren," she laughed, shaking her head at him. His comment made her realize how very domestic this all seemed, and how she really wanted every morning to go. It was as if they were a married couple.

Throwing a smile over his shoulder, Bobby poured the coffee into the mugs. Turning around, he saw that Alex had returned to the eggs and pancakes. The sugar was in the cupboard she had been digging through earlier. Pausing in his way towards her, Bobby contemplated his situation.

He had two choices. One, he could ask for her to pass the sugar and have the pleasure of getting another peek at his lace clad partner's ass. Two, he could walk over and reach around her for it and have her body pressed against his, if she didn't step away.

With a sigh, Bobby chose at random and continued on his way towards Alex. Putting a hand on her hip, he held her in place as he reached for the sugar in the cabinet.

"Sorry. Excuse me," he said as he reached, not missing the quick intake of breath that sounded in front of him.

He could smell her coconut and lavender fragrance, and the faint pineapple in her hair.

"You're fine," she said with a carefully controlled voice, holding as still as possible.

Without another word, Bobby backed away from his partner, the sugar in hand, and took it to the two mugs. He didn't personally like lots of sugar and creamer in his coffee, but he knew Eames loved more sugar than coffee in her mug.

"So...what's your plan for today?" Alex asked, turning off the stove cooking the eggs and sausage. Bobby shrugged as he lifted the two mugs from the counter and handed her one.

"At 11:00 I always go visit Mom, but after that I have nothing," he shrugged with a forced smile. It wasn't often that his mother was in her right mind when he visited, and it was getting harder and harder to bare.

"That's nice, Bobby. You are an amazing son," she said, trying to sound as indifferent as possible. Bobby didn't do well with compliments, so if it sounded as if she said it distractedly maybe he would take it better. Chancing a moment of meeting his eyes, Alex smiled and she knew he saw right through her. "I hope you know that."

Bobby looked away—the counter, the microwave, his shoes...

"It smells delicious," he said, changing the topic as easily as flipping a switch. "I'm starving."

Carefully, he made his way to Alex's side and looked over her shoulder at the food she had prepared for him. He could still feel her eyes on him though, and so he didn't meet her gaze.

With an internal sigh, Alex went along with him.

"If you're starving, anything will taste good then," she said with a hint of a smile.

"Naw, nothing smells as good as this," Bobby smiled back at her, leaning against the stove.

"Hmm...keep talking like that and I might just learn to like cooking, for you anyway," she smirked, grabbing two plates from the cupboard next to her. With a smile, Bobby noticed how well she knew her way around his kitchen.

"Does this mean no more takeout and midnight egg rolls?" Bobby asked, adding a wistful note to his voice. Alex laughed, smiling that glowing smile that he loved so much.

"Keep dreaming, Bobby."

Chuckling, Bobby walked away to get silverware and the syrup for their pancakes.

Within minutes, the two of them were seated at the counter on bar stools with their breakfast in front of them, talking about their case and their week.

"...so now I have to be at my mom and dad's early to help with the cooking," Alex explained after a story consisting of her accidentally letting it slip that she had Sunday off and her policemen brothers teasing her she wasn't pulling her weight in the family by helping with family Sunday dinners.

Bobby laughed at Alex as she rolled her eyes. Silence ensued, but it wasn't awkward or uncomfortable. More than often, the most important things said between the two were said in silence, without words.

"Hey, what are you doing at 4:00?" Alex asked out of the blue. "You should come to my parents' with me. They would love to see you again, it's been a while."

"Eames...Thanks, but I don't want to uh...ruin your family dinner," Bobby said, shaking his head.

"Well that's okay because you wouldn't be. Come on, I need one sane person there with me..." she said with a smirk. Bobby laughed, shaking his head at her.

"I might have to tell them that," he chuckled. Alex laughed and let him go quiet, this meant he was thinking about it. She needn't pressure him into it.

The two detectives finished their breakfast in silence, with only the occasional comment or joke. And it was minutes after that Alex began clearing away their things, forbidding Bobby from helping. She had smacked his hand away when he insisted on helping her. So he had no choice but to sit back and watch her as he finished his coffee.

She made such a cute little house wife, and Bobby yearned for her to be his lover, if not his wife. He was very serious about his feelings for her, and after a moment of reflection he knew exactly what he wanted with his beautiful partner. And it all came down to wanting HER.

When she had brought a dishrag to wash off the countertop, he studied her face as she faced him and completed her task. He watched as she tucked her hair behind her ear, and cleaned the counter, moving in circles.

Alex could feel Bobby's intense stare on her, and she begged herself not to blush. She strived to keep her head down, but after moments of silence her eyes were drawn to his as if they were magnets drawing towards their opposite partner.

"Yes," Bobby said, taking a sip from his cup but never taking his eyes off of her. Alex's brows furrowed in confusion, and he could see her mind working to make sense of her eccentric partner that she had learned to understand, yet sometimes he could still surprise her.

"I will go to dinner with you, Eames," Bobby further explained. He watched with delight as a wide grin spread across Alex's face. Tucking her hair behind her ear again, she tried to convey her gratitude and excitement through her eyes.

It wasn't hard to see the look in her eyes, Bobby had grown so used to this woman in front of him. Granted, she could definitely surprise him; she could surprise him easier and more often than he could her. There would always be some things that he couldn't understand about her, but that was because he would never completely understand women. He was a damn good profiler, but women were the hardest.

"I will see you tonight then," she said as way of saying she had to leave. With a nod, Bobby returned her smile and watched as she went back to his room to change. A few moments later, he heard the door open.

"Bye, Bobby. I will see you tonight!" came her sweet voice.

It was that sweet voice that got him through his troubling visit with his mother.

A/N So this is the last update until next week. I have a basketball tournament in Denver this week and won't be able to write. Any way hope you enjoyed and I will have more soon. We get a peek into the Eames family gatherings next haha. Please review and tell me what you think!

~Love