Yes, I did take some artistic license with my story and rearranged the actual televised script a little.
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I don't like working Saturdays. Who the hell does, really? But I'm on a mission right now. A mission to clear my partner in the murder of his brother.
My partner….
He woke up before the alarm went off this morning. And it's not like one of those awkward morning after type things. You know the type,. Where one person sneaks out on the other because, they don't want to face the first post-coital talk.
Bobby gently whispered in my ear as he unraveled himself from my bed and body.
"Hey, I'm gonna head out I've got a lot of stuff…."
The morning light was just starting to break through the shades. Everything was gray again, including Bobby. Our temporary vacation of lust and affection terminated. The words he said as he made his way out my door would haunt me, even more than our proclamations of love last evening.
"Whatever happens Eames…. I meant what I said…last night Alex, I meant every word."
I shifted in the bed and turned so I could face him. Peering through sleepy eyes.
"I meant what I said too Bobby. I love you. And we're gonna figure this out….okay?"
Yes, I phrased my answer in the form a of question. I did so because the furrowed brow of worry and regret had returned to it's home on Bobby's forehead. It didn't make me doubt my love. But I was starting to wonder about the "okay" part again.
Like a ghost, Bobby then dissolved out of my bedroom. The gray, predawn lighting, making his exit even more spectral. All he left me with were his words, and they were going to be extra heavy to carry around on this particular day.
*******
Any stress and tension alleviated by last night's earth shattering orgasm, was back in spades not more than ten minutes into my shift. Ross had me run Bobby's LUDs. I'd feel bad about doing it under the best circumstances. But after last night, I was feeling downright awful.
Of course no calls to Phoenix or Pittsfield. And outside of the call Bobby made to Frank the night before his death, the only person he ever seemed to call was me. I shuddered at the thought of how lonely his existence was.
I keep telling myself, this is to clear Bobby. And I believe it with every fiber of my being. There is no way in hell Robert Goren is a killer. His father could be Charlie Manson, for all I cared. There was just no way!
My bigger concern became Bobby's reaction. That concern began to grow, when I found out Ross had someone checking Bobby's financial records too. I'll never understand what Ross's problem with Bobby was. Since he became our Captain ,he sometimes treated Bobby like a delinquent and me, Bobby's parole officer. I was always careful about showing my superiors respect, but right now Ross's tactics were down right infuriating. I wasn't sure how much longer I could hold it together.
*********
The first time I saw Bobby since he left my bedroom this morning, he was barreling his way into Ross's office like a grizzly bear going in for the kill. I jumped and spun in his direction, mid-discussion with Ross about Bobby's possible status as a murderer. The look on my face and the feeling I had were on par with the kind of guilt one could illustrate when being caught cheating on a lover. I had that feeling of unyielding filth. How could I tell this man I love him one night, and help my boss violate his privacy the next day? It didn't help that he addressed his first question toward me.
"You think I'm capable of killing my brother?"
I don't get the chance to tell him how I'm desperately trying to clear him. How I can't and don't believe in a million years that my partner….my friend and now my potential lover, could ever be capable of such monstrosities. I don't get that chance, because like a shot, Bobby is on Ross. Swiping his fist mere inches from the Captain's face. I've never seen such violence or even the inkling of it, come from Robert Goren. All I can do is my best imitation of a statue. Head down or facing the wall ahead, arms folded across my chest, I can no longer make eye contact with Bobby.
"You guys wanna pry? Then knock yourselves out!" Bobby yells and tosses the paternity results at the floor between the Captain and I.
I suddenly find my voice again and desperately try to catch eyes with Bobby.
"That's NOT what this is about!"
He won't give me the relief of even a partial glance. He gets up in Ross's face again and continues on about how if his father's a killer, than he must be. After eyeing Ross and giving him his own version of a psychotic smirk, Bobby storms away.
In shock and mostly out of anger I ask Ross if that worked for him. The light in my head goes on and I now realize, as much as I despise the man, I need to talk to Declan Gage.
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You know there aren't many people who I can't stand to share space with. Declan Gage would probably be my number one choice if I was asked. My portion of the interview ends rather quickly. My anger and stress levels through the roof, it's all can do to not pull out my piece and blow Gage away after he accuses me of setting Bobby up. I'm not even sure what the loon bases his ideas on. But it makes me nauseous that he seems to see through my professional veneer to the deep and rather dysfunctional love Bobby and I seem to have for one another. Honestly, that was the main reason I needed to leave the room. Declan's insight was choking me and he knew it.
I have no idea when Bobby made his way down to the morgue. I just know I ran pretty damn fast when I got the text that he was freaking out on Rodgers. I don't condone Bobby's actions, but I do understand them. When Ross and I get downstairs I hear Bobby yelling.
"THIS IS MY LIFE!"
I whip around the corner to find Rodgers cowering.. Surgical instruments strewn about the room.
This is enough.
I can't hide inside this case while Bobby self destructs. I need to clear him, but right now I need to help him, to talk to him. If he'll even let me.
" C'mon Bobby, let's take a walk."
