Bobby tries Multi-tasking while ill

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CHAPTER FIVE: Sick times three ... four

He's a Profiler by Day and a Chef by Night

Alex finally returned from her small melt down … she usually get's the upper hand on Bobby. Not this time. He called her out on her little ploy to make him jealous. He was jealous, but being the detective that he is, he ruined her ruse. He still wasn't feeling well so they decided to call a truce and have an easy day of it … if at all possible.

When lunch time rolled around, they found themselves at one of their favorite eateries, Big Papa's Diner. Alex was going on and on about Ross and his new girlfriend and how Liz came by with some reports … "if looks could kill Dr. Rodger's eyes may just as well have been Glocks!" Bobby was just sitting … staring. He had his right arm on the table and his left hand was holding up his chin. Alex thought he was still mad at her until she noticed what he was staring at … a very nervous Tammy … the waitress at the cash register. He shifted his left hand down to his side arm and stood up. He glanced at his partner, she grabbed her gun. Moments later, Goren was reading the man standing in front of Tammy, his Miranda Rights and Eames was putting the cuffs on him. As they were leaving, Big Papa said to Bobby … "If there's anything I can ever do for you …" Bobby did an about face … he came back outside with a piece of paper in his hand … stuffed it in his pocket and thanked the uniformed officers for their assistance.

The excitement at Papa's was too much … Ross sent Goren home. His fever was getting worse and his cough was that of a chain smoker. Goren made sure he coughed on the perp … after all, how dare he screw up his lunch hour with his lovely wife. Alex stayed behind and filed the report on the would be hold up at Big Papa's. The guys and girls in the bullpen were laughing at the way Alex spoke proudly about her husband's ability to size up a perp. She said she felt bad for the poor sap … "Figures, his luck, a couple of Major Case detectives decided to eat at the same place he decided to hold-up. Poor guy. That's what he gets for trying to strong arm a Profiler's favorite greasy spoon."

Ross was walking by and chimed in with his two cents … "Even sick, he can still read a perps body language. The guy has instincts … that's for sure."

Under her breath … "He's not perfect."

Under his … "No kidding."

"He can't even color a damn Easter egg."

"Eames, you need to get over that."

Back at home, Mrs. Dawicki was not surprised to see Bobby walk through his front door early. The Trips were delighted … but sick. They had runny noses and little tiny coughs times three.

"Oh no … not my babies."

"Robert, I'm so glad you came home. You look so pale today and the babies have it too."

"I'm gonna kill Logan."

"You should have had my Lewis come over to help you. He knows how to color eggs."

"He was too busy Mrs. Dawicki. Who told you what I was up to anyway?"

"Your wife."

"Of course she did. I'm home now so, if you want to go …"

"I can stay if you want to rest."

Bobby produces the piece of paper that Big Papa gave him.

"Can't … I have a lot of eggs and the best deviled egg recipe in all of New York … maybe even the East Coast."

"But Robert … they're so beautiful."

"They won't keep until Easter, I need to do something with them."

He had the recipe dangling down by his side. John came up to his Dad for his attention, when he didn't get any, he grabbed the piece of paper and ran … sort of. Mrs. Dawicki started to laugh as Bobby tripped over the Trips and his own two feet. John started to giggle which was contagious, but caused a room full of snot. He sat on the floor with his babies and started wiping noses and trying to get his recipe back at the same time.

I'm beginning to dislike Easter… he thought, but then again … the Trips were climbing all over him giggling. Using his suit jacket as a snot rag really had nothing to do with Easter … not directly.

When Alex got home from work … she found tissues and deviled eggs everywhere. Bobby and the Trips were out cold and Mrs. Dawicki was cleaning up the mess he made in the kitchen.

"Oh Alex dear, you're home. You have a house full of sick children … I'm including your husband in that statement."

"I knew you were."

They shared a laugh.

"He made you deviled eggs.

"Figures … I hate deviled eggs."

As Mrs. Dawicki was leaving for the night, she turned back and looked at Bobby lying on the floor and then back at Alex.

"I don't think Easter is going to be one of his favorite holidays."

"Yeah, neither do I."

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