He entered the apartment building, shaking the snow from his head and dusting his overcoat. It was snowing heavily, and that made him smile. Eames would be loving this. His thoughts dwelled on his partner as he rode the elevator up to his floor and went into his apartment. He took off his overcoat and hung it up. New Year's Eve, he sighed, looking around the empty apartment. He thought about going out, but ultimately decided against it. He wasn't up to going out with anyone…well, that wasn't quite right. He'd go anywhere with Eames.

He went into the kitchen and opened the fridge. Geez. How'd he forget to go to the damn store? He looked at the time, frowning. Only 6:30? It was still early enough to go down to Ferguson's for a burger and a couple of beers.

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She sat alone on her couch, flipping through the channels and finding nothing she wanted to watch. She turned the TV off and thought about going to her sister's. Walking over to the window she looked down at the street…snow! She smiled. A nice heavy snowfall of fat, fluffy flakes, her favorite kind. Well, she wouldn't be going across town tonight. It was a nice night to just stay home. Oddly, her thoughts strayed to her partner. She wondered what he was doing tonight. Maybe he had a date…she frowned at the odd feeling that thought caused in her gut. What the hell..?

Ok, now, it was official. This sucked. She was bored and what did her mind do? Conjured unwanted images of her partner on a date. Dammit. Well, there was just one way to find out if he was free…

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He pulled the ringing phone from his pocket and flipped it open. "Goren."

"It's me. What are you doing?"

He looked around the busy bar. "Not much."

She could hear the background noises, and she knew he wasn't home. Maybe she had been right and he was out. "Are you busy?"

"Not at all. I just stopped for a burger. Not much to eat at home."

She smiled. She'd seen the contents of his fridge. "There never is, Bobby." They both laughed. "What are you doing tonight?"

"Nothing. Same as every night. Are you going to your sister's?"

"I thought about it. But it's snowing, so I decided not to. Are you up for some company?"

He stopped mid-bite. Her company? When wasn't he up for her company? When he didn't answer right away, she took his silence for reluctance and said, "If you're busy or you'd rather be alone, that's ok. I can find something to do…"

"Hold on, Eames," he managed, trying not to choke. He washed the mouthful down with his beer. "Don't jump the gun on me. I told you I was eating. I'm not busy and if you want to come over, I'll be glad to not be alone. Or I can come to your place, so you don't have to come out in the snow…"

"I don't mind the snow. I'll be over in a little while. Finish your dinner, Bobby." He could hear the smile in her voice. "I'll stop at the store on the way. Bye."

He smiled as he closed the phone and slid it back into his pocket. New Year's Eve with his partner…he couldn't think of a better way to spend the new year.

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