When she saw that it was Frank who was murdered she instantly took Bobby's arm and pushed him away from the scene. She found a bench and sat on it beside him. His eyes were directed at the floor and he looked as if he was miles away. He was so pale and quiet that it made her worry even more.

"Bobby?"

She laid her hand on his arm and leaned closer to him running a hand through his hair.

"Don't touch me, Eames. I'm alright. I don't need your help. How do you want to help me anyway? Sleep with me again? You know…if I want to have sex to forget something of find comfort I go in the bar near my apartment or call some old girlfriends of mine. I don't need you for this."

"I'm sorry I left. I was just so scared. I thought that when you woke up you would think that this was a mistake and that you would leave me then. I feared that you might break my heart."

"Ohhh…no I understand everything. So instead of being hurt you hurt me. And you don't even know if I would have really hurt you. What part of 'I love you' didn't you get? I think it's pretty easy to understand. For me 'I love you' means that I want to be with you. Every time, every where. I don't want to loose over something stupid."

"But we are so different."

"If you really love me, Alex, then there is nothing different between us. We feel the same, want the same. And I know that we aren't very similar. But I think that this is what makes us so good together. We complete each other."

She sighed and looked at the floor. A second before they were shouting at each other and now he was trying to save a relationship they didn't have. He was irritating but she understood him, she always did. Just like he understood her. Maybe he was right, maybe they were meant to be together. She never ever felt something strong like this for a man before. And she was sure that she would feel like this with no other man.

"What if it doesn't work out?"

"That won't happen."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because I love you. Because it felt right what we did, because I was happy. And because when you left I wanted to die. I never want to live without you."

"But I'm scared."

"So am I."

She looked up at him and saw him smiling at her. Butterflies flew around in her stomach and her heart beat faster again. It would be hard and they would risk a lot but it would be worth it, wouldn't it?

"So you're not going to run if something doesn't goes like you want it to?"

"It depends. Do you want this something to go in this direction, because if you do, then it's right for me too."

"What about work?"

"I want to marry you. I want every one to know that you're mine. And if it means that we can't be partners any more then I can life with it because when I come home, you'll be there. You could make captain and I would work for the FBI, CIA or at an university. We can manage it and as long as I'm with you I don't care where I work. I could sty at home, with the children."

"Children? You want to have kids?"

"Do you want to have kids? I want to, but just if it's okay with you. I never thought that I would be lucky enough to have you, it makes me happy to be with you and I don't need children to be happy with you."

He stroked her cheek and looked her deep in the eyes.

"So what do you say? Do want to be with me?"

"You could get the chief laid if you would charm him like this."

"Good thing then that I just want to charm you and no one else."

She kissed him gently and pressed her forehead against his.

"I love you, too, Bobby. Can you forgive me that I broke your heart?"

"There's nothing to forgive. I understand that you were scared. I was really hurt but you just made every thing good again. No, good is an understatement. You made every thing perfect."

He kissed her again and this kiss turned a little bit more passionate.

"You really want to marry me?"

"Yes, but I'll make my proposal an other time. It has to be perfect."

"This is perfect."

"Oh…so….do you want to marry me?"

He fell on his knees and looked her in her eyes. His beautiful brown warm eyes were warming her and his boyish smile made her knees go week.

"Yes, I would love to marry you."

He stood up and swooped her into his arms, kissing her frankly. He swore to god that he would never let her go again.

I hope you liked this story. I never intended on ending it like this but I think that I'll write a second part to this story. I don't want to end this here, I want to let you all know how happy they are and there is this thing with his brother that has to be cleared, so I hope you're looking forward for the continuing story.

Please review and let me know what you would think of a second part to this story.