Title: To Partners

Author: AerythRavencroft

Pairing: none

Spoilers: none

Rating: M

Disclaimer: These character are not mine, I'm just playing with them, please don't sue, I have nothing to give.

Summary: Wheeler and Eames in pub discussing their partners.

A/N This is my first LOCI story, please be kind. Wasn't sure if this would be a T or M, so rated it M just in case. I would have loved to see a friendship develop between these two.

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Wheeler and Eames are ensconced at a table in a dark corner of a local bar not far from 1PP, fortunate to have slipped in before the masses arrived and even more fortunate to not have been noticed. They found themselves working a case together, when their respective partners both had a rare day off, the case was gruelling and both felt the need for a drink to try and forget the sliminess of the perp that continuously tried to hit on them.

One drink has turned into more and both women are a little tipsy, with loose tongues and minds but not incoherent.

"You know" Wheeler continues on the tirade she's been on for the last 5 minutes about Mike Logan. Waving her half empty glass in her hand, elbow on the table, she points the glass and a finger at Eames "he still didn't believe I was engaged until he actually met Colin….kept asking me to go for drinks, telling me he likes my freckles….." she peters off.

Both women are quite for a long time, lost in their own thoughts

"Would you have gone?" Eames suddenly blurts out

"What?"

"If you weren't engaged, would you have gone out with him?"

"I don't know, maybe….he is hot" she admits

Eames smiles at the younger woman "yes he is"

"But not as hot as your partner"

Eames chokes on her drink, spilling it, she wipes her mouth with her sleeve, a look of shock on her face

"Oh come on Alex, don't tell me you've never thought of pushing him down into a chair or desk and fucking him"

"Not as much as you, apparently"

"Nope I have my own partner for that" she chuckles

"Besides there's no way in hell, I'm going to push him into or onto anything be it chair, desk or bed, the man is a brick wall, he's more likely to bend me over."

"Oh boy," wheeler mutters looking at the Eames, her eyes are unfocused, clearly lost in her own world, Wheeler clicks her fingers in front of Alex's face snapping her back to reality.

"You've got it bad girl" Eames starts to protest "don't even try to deny it, you're head over heels, totally infatuated with Goren."

"I guess I am" she admits with a sigh

"So what is it about him that attracts you" Wheeler asks curious, cause the man actually scare me she tacks on in her head "you know, besides the fact that he wears a size 13 shoe" and waggles her eyebrow suggestively.

"Yeah, I've always wondered if that saying was true, I mean, he a big guy, right, he-he just can't be small, can he?"

"You're evading the question Eames…seriously what the attraction?"

Eames leans forward and lowers her voice, terrified of being overheard, although unlikely as the bar has filled since they first arrived, and at some point someone turned the music up.

"His eyes…the way they darken when he fixes onto something…" she stares off into the distance again "…a piece of evidence, the final clue that puts all the pieces together, when he target a suspect, the look he gets is so intense, so…so focused, and I can't help but wonder what it would be like to have that same look directed at me, focused on me, those dark, deep, brooding eyes, filled with lust, desire and lo…." A glass crashes down to the ground near them, startling Eames back to the bar.

Wheeler just looks at Eames, a soft smile on her face "how long have you loved him?"

Knowing Megan will keep pressing her until she answers Alex doesn't even try to deny it, she sits back in her seat, defeated and sighs "long enough" her voice sad "and there's not a damn thing I can do about it, because he's my partner, so it's just me and my fantasies until we no longer work together and by then we'll both be too old to anything about it," she chuckles ruefully.

Wheeler signals their waiter for another round, when their drinks arrive, Wheeler taps her glass to Eames' "well here's to fucking our partners in our dreams and to getting old with them in real life."

Eames laughs and takes a sip of her drink, "so you do fantasize about Logan."

FIN