Hey rindy, Ruby, Dejablue, bammi, charlieboy, chlark, cifan and judeey a little A/N for you all. If this story had chapter titles this one would be called.

….Bishop….Daydreaming….

….Anyway here's….

Chapter Fifteen

Major Case Squad

Piles of files and papers are covering the table. She hates the disorganization but he seems to thrive on it. Deep in thought as always, he is startled by the ringing sound of the one of the two cell phones that sits in the middle of the mess. The partners secretly wishing and hoping that it's theirs, "It's yours," Lynn picks up the phone handing it to him.

"Thanks," he flips open the phone, "Goren," he says quickly.

"Hey Bobby it's me, it's Friday and I'm bored, please rescue me." She pauses for a moment, then continues, whispering, "They're driving me crazy, I love them and all but please get me out of here."

"Sure," he chuckles softly as he checks the time, "I could be there in about half an hour."

"Perfect I'll be waiting and thanks."

"No problem, see you soon." He closes up the phone as he stands, "We….we can finish this tomorrow."

"Sure," she nods her head, "See you in the morning." She watches as he grabs his jacket then slips it on as he exits the room. "Have fun," she says as the door closes behind him.

Traffic was light and he does indeed reach the home of John and Sara Eames within half an hour.

"Freedom," she says as he helps her into the car. "Where are you taking me?"

"Anywhere you want….how about dancing?" he says with a grin. She remains silent but does raise her finger in the air, "Obscene finger gesture and I thought you were a lady."

"Bite me Goren," she answers quickly as he enters the vehicle, laughing. She clicks on the radio as she contemplates where they should eat and what she is in the mood for, she blurts out, "Liberties."

"Sounds fine," he steers the car into traffic. She plays with the radio, and when she finally finds a song she likes she sits back in the seat. She hums to the song as he taps in time on the steering wheel. Words are not spoken; the silence in the car is comfortable, not like the old days. She does however notice the quick glances he keeps giving her. "What," she says sounding slightly exasperated.

"Nothing," He answers sheepishly.

"Don't Bobby; please….that is the same look that my parents have been giving me all week."

"Sorry, it's just that….well what if it happens at dinner I mean you look as if you're…."

"Finish that sentence Goren and I swear to God I'll shoot you." She pauses as he steers the car into the right lane. "I….I got a good look at myself in the mirror, the full length one in my parents bathroom, oh my God I look like a blimp."

"No you don't, you look sweet," he clears his throat, "So, ah….what are you in the mood for, to eat?"

She smiles at the comment, knowing his shy but honest manner about things, she answers, "Anything that is full of calories and tastes awesome."

He steals another quick glance, she notices, but ignores it.

November 22, 2003

Day After Alex's Nephews Birth

"Hi," he says shyly as he enters her hospital room.

She sits up slowly, "Hi yourself," waving to him. "Come on in, it's quiet for a minute. The family all went to get something to eat."

"I won't stay long," he says with a bowed down head. He then notices the hospital basinet, "Why is the baby in here with you I…." he pauses, face turning red, "Sorry Eames, I'm sorry."

"It….it's alright, he'll stay with me until we are ready to leave."

"How do you feel?" he asks as he paces around the room.

"Thin," they share a laugh. She follows him with her eyes walking right to left, playing with his tie, "Christ Bobby sit down."

He hesitates as he unbuttons his coat, "What if your family comes back."

"So," she frowns, "What do you think they'll do, kick you out?"

"I….I…."

"Don't stutter Bobby say it."

"I don't think you family likes me."

"How can you say that," she pauses as she moves on the bed trying her best to get comfortable. "They hardly know you." He catches the sweet little smirk on her face and smiles in return.

"I was going to bring some flowers but I thought I'd give you this instead."

She laughs hardily as he hands her a jumbo pack of skittles. "Thanks," she says as she opens the pack then places a handful in her mouth. Sucking on the fruit flavored candy, for just a moment then chewing and swallowing. She raises the pack, "Want some?"

He shakes his head, "Nah, not now."

She places a few more in her mouth repeating the process.

He finds himself looking at her and seeing not just his partner but a warm, caring and feisty woman who even though the day before had just given birth, looks radiant. They turn their attention toward the door, when they hear voices. Bobby immediately steps back. The older man holds out his hand, "Nice to see you again," John Eames says.

Bobby shakes his hand, "Good to see you, Sir."

Sara Eames flashes a warm smile as she holds out her hand, "Hi Bobby."

He nods his head as he gently shakes her hand, "Ma'am."

The baby boy makes a sound and they all turn to look in his direction. "I'd better go," he leans down and kisses her cheek, she needless to say is a bit surprised but elated by his show of affection toward her. "See you later," he turns to face her parents, "It was nice to see you again."

"Nice to see you," John and Sara say in unison.

"What a sweet face he has," he hears Sara Eames, say. He smiles to himself and puffs out his chest as the door closes behind him.

A Month Later

Lynn shuffles through some papers, looking for a report she is sure she put in the middle of his desk. She sits in his chair and opens the leather case that seems to be attached to his body. She smiles, six months, she thinks. She finds the paper and after reading the first paragraph three times, damn I can't seem to focus on anything this afternoon, she sets it down, remaining in his chair. A slight smile crosses her face as she remembers the onset of this partnership and all the characters that they have encountered.

Connie, poor misguided psychopath, in a way I think Bobby had some admiration for him. Trying to educate himself and not going along with the crowd, hell I did too…. but his self-loathing brought out the bad side of that kid. Eames with her one liner, when he was listening to that heart retching 911 call from those boys. Should I stick a dart in him, yes admit it….that was funny. She chuckles softly. His self-restrain when the kid hit him. I was a bit surprised at that. Hell, my last partner would have sent the kid flying across the room, shit she was a big nasty woman. She covers her mouth to silence her laughter.

She picks up the report again and begins to read, her mind continues to wonder. Jason and his brother Sam, not knowing Bobby's background, he seemed to connect with the fear that these two little boys faced. Most likely innocent words from their Mother about their father, sending them back to that hell hole if he gained custody of them. She taps the desk with her fingers trying to remember the name of the orphanage; she smiles to herself when it comes to mind, Constantin Virnav. A ringing telephone breaks her concentration, but brings to mind that she should call her mother. Their conversation goes through her mind, the same conversation every time she calls, yes Mom; I know I haven't called in two weeks, no….nobody special. Yes, I realize that I work crazy hours, but no matter how many times she tries to convince her that she loves her work, her mother does not get it. Bet Eames doesn't have to go through that.

She sits back staring straight ahead at the empty chair. Eames, he misses her I can tell, especially after our last case with the computer geeks. I often wonder why he grabbed me by my throat mimicking the killer of Corinne Kennedy. Was it because he wants me gone? No, she shakes her head. Not is that sense anyway, he is a physical guy but….sweet at the same time. Neil, she expels a short breath. Missed his partner so much that he killed just to get him to come back. I bet he'll be thrilled to see Eames next week. The look on his face when she sent him that text message, 7 pounds 8 ounces, was almost as if it was his kid, or maybe he wished it was. What am I thinking, Goren and Eames as a couple, hmmm, well that would be a very interesting match that's for sure. Ok come on focus, her attempt is short lived.

As she reads the report for their current case, she remembers the scene with the coach. He certainly gave him an earful, I had suspected that his childhood wasn't rosy, the whispering conversations he has with his Mom, but when the coach said indifferent father, my heart went out to him. That look on his face, like that of a boy, being a different place and time I would have given him a hug.

A shadow appears over her and when she looks up, her heart races a bit, "Sorry, sorry." She says excitedly.

"It's alright, looking for something special?"

"Yes I was and I found it," she stands up a bit too quickly and loses her balance, he catches and secures her with one arm.

"Thanks, Bobby." She brushes her-self, why she isn't sure.

He pulls out the chair and sits, while she stands to the right. "Do you want to talk about something?"

"Ah," she shakes her head. "No, just wondering…."

Detective Jackson calls to him, "Goren, phone."

He faces forward to answer the call as she walks back to her desk. She overhears a conversation between Deakins and Jefferies, "I heard it this morning that cop killing son-of-bitch Connors was murdered yesterday." The memory of their cop killer case comes to mind. Jerome and Tamara, the 21st century version of Bonnie and Clyde, That stupid little mark in the dirt, who would have ever seen that? She smiles to herself, Goren that's who. I remembering thinking to myself, It's doesn't mean anything, stop wasting everyone's time. Wrong, I was wrong. She chuckles softly as she turns to face him, he's still on the phone, it's not his Mom. She hears him laugh, definitely not his Mom.

Some of the silliest little clues that he finds so important, she shakes her head slightly, the mast from the ship that Lance Brody made. Lena put it in the dryer just so she could start a fight with him and then kill herself to frame him for her murder. All that because she couldn't live with the knowledge of who she was married too, a murderer. She remembers what she asked, We're gonna look for it, aren't we? The way he said yeah was as if we just discovered who really killed JFK.

Little did I know that scene in the restaurant with Elkins would be an ongoing thing, I have to admit it…. the guy is very interesting and I'm going to miss working with him.

"Ok, Tony, see you then, bye," he says then gently places the receiver in the cradle.

She finds herself staring at him. He for her sake is unaware, she nervously scans the crowded room, no one else is either. She lets out a soft sigh of relief. Eames, I wonder if she knows how lucky she is…her smirk is not noticed by anyone, of course she does. Ok enough day dreaming…..

I'm going to end it here, more to come, soon.

Later….The Mominator