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Alex jumped awake to the piercing scream of her cell phone. She was lying on her left side, Bobby spooned behind her, his breath warm on her shoulder. Bobby's arm tightened around her waist and he groaned into the back of her neck.

"It cannot be that time already," he said, his words muffled by her hair. She grabbed the phone of her nightstand.

"Eames," she answered, trying to rub the sleep out of her eyes so she could read the clock. It was 2:25 in the afternoon, just a little over seven hours since they went to bed.

"Raum is starting to stir," Munch said by way of greeting. He sounded as tired as she felt. Wasn't sleep supposed to make you feel better? "It'll probably be another hour before he's conscious enough for questioning, but I didn't know how long you'd need to get down here."

"This is good, John, thanks," she said, sitting up and swinging her legs out of bed. She grunted in surprise as a pair of large hands grabbed her around the waist and pulled her back into the circle of Bobby's arms.

"Alex, are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Alex said, "just kicked the dresser. We'll see you in a while." She hung up and glanced back at her partner, who was intently studying the way her camisole moved as his hand slid up underneath it, his fingers playing along her spine. "Looks like somebody woke up in a good mood." He smiled slightly, but didn't look up.

"I had a dream," he said, his deep, resonating voice ground down even deeper by sleep. "I was in love with a beautiful woman, and she was in love with me, and we fell asleep in each others arms, and - and when I woke, you were still there." She leaned down to kiss him, just as his cell phone rang.

"Perfect timing, John," Alex muttered.

"Goren ... Yes. All right ... I - I will." He hung up and gave Alex a bemused look. "He said to put ice on your foot."

"What for?"

"To keep the swelling down, I imagine." He was grinning openly now.

"Swelling...?" It clicked. "Where I kicked the dresser. I'm gonna - " She shook her head. "C'mon, we better get out of here." She started to slide off the bed, but he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her back into his embrace.

"Hang on," he said, "I think we were in the middle of something."

"Oh, really?" she said, raising one eyebrow. He planted a slow, soft kiss on her lips. "Mmm, yes, I remember now," she said with a smile as he drew back. He kissed her again, long and lingering, one hand gently stroking her breast through the thin silk. She moaned into his mouth and he groaned back, but then pulled away, standing up and walking across the room.

"Pancakes or waffles?" he asked, picking up his denim shirt and jeans from where they'd landed on the floor that morning.

"You have got to be joking," Alex said.

"French toast then?" She shook her head.

"What are you doing?" He shrugged into his shirt, concentrating on lining up the buttons straight instead of looking at her.

"Getting dressed, which you might want to think about doing, too." She grabbed a pillow and threw it at him. He caught it and tossed it back on the foot of the bed. "Listen, Alex, there is nothing in this world or the next that I would rather do than stay here in bed with you, but - but we agreed that we needed time to ... adjust, before having sex. This can't turn into just a physical thing, remember?"

"Yeah, I remember, but we were just kissing."

"Just kissing. Just kissing, she says." He shook his head. "You have no idea what you do to me." He shifted uncomfortably and she noticed the tightness across the front of his boxers.

"Oh, I see your ... point," she said, trying to keep the smirk out of her voice. He gave her a dark look, a hint of amusement in his hooded eyes.

"We probably shouldn't violate the terms of out relationship before the ink has even dried," he said, heading for the bathroom.

"They're really more guidelines than actual rules, you know," she called after him.

"Get dressed," he replied with a laugh, closing the bathroom door behind him. Alex flopped back onto the bed and stared up at the ceiling. He was right, damn it, although this had to be the crappiest way to end an otherwise perfect few hours. Breakfast together, an intimate, yet innocent enough shower, waking in each other's arms, and now - get dressed and go interrogate the bad guy. Or well, at least it wasn't a total loss.

Alex slipped into a clean pair of charcoal gray slacks, tossing the matching suit jacket onto the bed while she tried to decide if she felt like red or blue today. She grabbed the blue top and pulled it on, then headed for the kitchen to brew up another batch of instant coffee. The little crystals glittered at her from inside the jar, but she put it back in the cupboard unused. She wanted real coffee, the kind you paid an arm and a leg for and actually had to go inside a building to get. She headed back into the bedroom, stopping outside the bathroom.

"Hey, Bobby, why don't we grab something to eat on our way?" she called through the door. "That coffee shop you go to when it�s your turn to buy, what�s that called? Cafe Oasis? They have the best raspberry scones. We could even swing by your place so you can get a change of clothes. If you show up shaved and smelling like my body wash, but wearing the same things you left in, people are going to talk." As if they weren't talking already. Alex had always dismissed it as idle gossip, but she'd overheard enough in the women's restroom to know that her and Bobby 'hooking up' would not surprise many. She suddenly realized that he had not answered. �Bobby, did you hear me? Are you okay?�

�I�m fine, Eames. I - I�ll just ... be a minute.�

�Oh, give me a break,� she said, trying the doorknob and finding it unlocked. She let the door swing open. He was standing at the sink, staring at himself in the mirror. �You are not �fine�, Goren, and pursuant to paragraph seven of article one -� He smiled, barely, but it was just a movement of his lips; his eyes remained distant and sad. �- you can�t keep me out. And if you wouldn�t give in and make love to me, don�t expect me to give in and let you keep whatever is tormenting you bottled up inside.� He closed his eyes and let his head hang.

�When I�m alone,� he said after a moment, �when it�s quiet, I can see them, I can ... hear them, crying, begging me to - to stop.� He swallowed hard. �I know it wasn�t my fault, but they don�t. I�m afraid to go home, Alex. What if I run into Miss Anderson?�

�I spoke to her Bobby; she�s not going to press charges.�

�That�s not what I - I couldn�t bear to see her look at me the way she looked at me when I - I -� Alex reached out and place a supporting hand on his arm.

�It was a really crappy thing that happened - to the both of you. And yeah, she�s going to carry that emotional scar with her for a long time, maybe forever -�

�Gee, Eames, for some reason that�s not making me feel better.�

�Do you want to feel better, or do you want to hear the truth? She got hurt, but she needs to see that it wasn�t you who did it to her, she needs to see how much you�re hurting, too, and then she can start to heal.�

�Is it too late for you to make me feel better?� he asked with a wry half-smile.

�That was supposed to make you feel better,� she replied with a smirk. �We still need to decide what to tell her, should we see her. For some reason, I don�t think evil warlocks and incubus curses are going to cut it.�
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