Did you ever notice when Bobby and I feel betrayed by one another, we refer to each other as "Detective"? Not Eames or Goren, certainly not Bobby or Alex and I guess I can take solace that it's not bitch or bastard either.

I try to plead my case to the man who just lost his mother and brother and seems to be losing his mind. The man who held me and told me he loved me last night. And he just called me "Detective"…… Doubt was filling the air between us.

We walk a few more steps and I stop to face him, hoping and praying he'll finally face me, and he does.

I tell him about the insurance policy under William Brady. I knew he knew nothing about it. Instead of spending the day ranting and raving, if he'd only let me talk to him earlier….

The tension in his shoulders dissipated a bit .His breathing slowed. I can tell he's realizing I'm playing on his team now and maybe he knew that all along. But he needed reassurance.

"Somebody's gas lighting you…."

"That's what Declan said…."

"Ever think it might be Declan?"

Bobby seemed to deflate a little before my eyes.

I took him by the sleeve and led him to sit on a bench away from most of the crowd.

"You need to think about it Bobby.. Declan knows more than what he's saying. The man is pointing at everyone, desperate to make you look everywhere, but at him. Bobby, he even said it could be me…..setting you up."

The cogs were starting to turn, I could see it in his eyes.

"Bobby you should head home. Think about what I said. Get some rest….. We'll re-interview Declan tomorrow Bobby…. We'll get to the bottom of this."

When I said the part about going home, Bobby's face changed. The semi-relaxed expression morphed to worry again.

"Eames…. I can't go home….I can't sit around all night…thinking…." He wiped his mouth with the front of his hand and looked down at the ground.

"Bobby you can stay at my place, or if it's more comfortable I can stay at yours. I'll make sure you get some sleep." I laced my fingers over his and tried to squeeze his hand while it rested on his shaking knee. He still wouldn't make eye contact and a pained expression washed over his face. Certainly not the result I was going for.

"Eames..…" Bobby shook his head. "Alex…. what we did the other night….Look I really appreciated you taking care of me…. Comforting me. But I can't…." He finally looked up.. "I can't do this with you right now."

"Do what?" Despite my best efforts I started to feel that my temper was about to be lost. "Do what Bobby? What the hell are we doing? You're life is falling apart and I'm trying to help you. Because I love you, not for any other reason." I struggled to keep my voice calm. "I don't want anything from you right now, other than for you to be alright….to get through this!" My voice started to raise with each word. "This isn't pity Bobby! I've loved you for…..I can't even remember for how long! And you know what, if you can't handle that, I'm not sure there's much I can do about it!" I stood and readied myself to walk away. "You can try to push me away. You can live in inside your head…inside this tragedy forever. But I'm not going away Bobby." I lowered my face to his, so close I could feel his breath on my lips. "I'll never make it that easy for you Bobby Goren."

I turned to walk away when I felt Bobby grab my arm.

"I know." He stated simply and stared up at me with the faintest hint of a smile. How quickly this man could dissolve my anger with even the most half-hearted of attempts.

"I need to stop at my place first, get some things. Then…"

"I'll drive." I interrupted. "I imagine with your little display in the morgue today, Ross won't fight us for taking the rest of the day off."

"Yeah" Bobby chimed in. "He'll be busy arranging my psych consult for the rest of the day anyhow"

I rolled my eyes. "You know Bobby, I'm not siding with Ross, but it wouldn't hurt you to talk to somebody."

A smart assed expression fell over Bobby's face as he looked at me.

"I thought that person was you."

"Touché' detective…. touché.."