Disclaimer: Dick Wolf still owns them, damn.

A/N: Well, I'm back! Here is another story. Yes, I know a very cliché, repetitive, predictable one, but a story nonetheless. :)

I'm trying to work on my writing, details specifically, not just flying by events and things. But, I'm not quite sure how well that will work out. We shall see…

This is coming straight from the head, so it might take some time to churn the chapters out, but I'll do my best.

For the purposes of this story Deakins is still there. I have no problem with Ross, I just like Deakins better. XD

Oh, and constructive criticism is always welcomed and wanted, as are reviews.

Enjoy.


Beginnings

It was late on a Friday night in the Major Casey Squad bullpen. Jimmy Deakins came out of his office, closed the door, and turned around. Figures, he thought the only people left are Goren and Eames.

He then walked over to their desks. They were so involved in what they were doing, they didn't notice Deakins come up to them. "Well, I'm heading out." He said to them. Both startled by his presence, they looked up. They realized it was only their captain and half listened to him and half did their work.

"Oh, goodbye, Captain." Alex Eames said.

"Have a nice weekend." Bobby Goren added. And with that they were both consumed again with their case.

"You guys should go home and get some rest." Deakins said.

Both detectives nodded in the affirmative, but he knew it just went right through them.

"Goren. Eames." He said in a stern voice. "You're overworking yourselves. Go home and get some rest… and that's an order."

"But-" Alex started.

"Cap-" Bobby said at the same time.

Deakins cut them off by holding up his hand.

"You are going to leave right now. And I am not moving until you do."

The detectives looked at each other. Defeated it read. They stood up. They were hesitant to pick up some files. Deakins noticed.

"Fine. You can take your papers with you, but only because at home you can conk out while reading them." He said with a smile.

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Alex drove Bobby to his house. When she parked in front of his building he turned to her. "Do you want to come up?" We can go over the case and I can make you some dinner." Alex opened her mouth to speak, but before she could let anything out he continued again. "And yes, I know it's late, but we skipped eating and we need to eat something."

Alex contemplated for a moment and then turned off the ignition. "Sure."

When they reached his apartment Bobby went straight to the kitchen.

"Let me help with-" Alex started but was then cut off by Bobby.

"No, Eames, sit on the couch and relax, it's fine." Bobby said with a smile.

Reluctantly she went and sat. On the coffee table was Bobby's mail. On the top was a letter from a school. His school. She thought. She picked it up. The return address was Carmon High School Thirty Year Reunion Attn: Barbara Stein. Hmm… Alex thought all of the other mail is open, but this isn't. He doesn't want to go? She paused. What am I talking about? Mr. Confidentiality doesn't want to go to a high school reunion. I should be more worried if he did. She then smirked to herself.

After a few more minutes of looking around and trying to sneak in to help cook, dinner was ready. They sat in comfortable silence when they first started to eat. After a few minutes Alex wanted to ask him about the letter, but she figured he didn't really want to talk about it. She ended up asking about the case instead.

When they finished dinner Alex pressed to do the dishes while Bobby made some coffee. When they were done with their assigned chores they sat on the couch.

Spying the perfect opportunity Alex asked, "Not planning on going to your reunion?" with a wave of her hand towards the letter.

Bobby stopped putting his cup to his mouth mid-motion. "Oh, well, no actually I wasn't."

Alex decided to milk this for all it was worth. "Oh why not? Reunions are always so much fun!"

"Well, maybe for you." Bobby started. "Everyone showing off their husband or wife, talking about their children, and their fancy jobs. Sounds like some fun to me. I have no wife or children and I don't really feel like talking about my job, it would be odd, considering half of them probably have been arrested once in their life."

Alex stifled a chuckle. "You could embellish the truth."

"I would have a lot of fun with that, Eames." Bobby said sarcastically.

"No, really, you could become a whole new person, just for this reunion. It's not like anyone is ever going to see you again. You could totally lie about everything. Make up a wife, kids if you want, and some stick-in-the-mud job."

"You proposing something, Alex?" Bobby asked.

"What? Oh no, no, no, you can't drag me into this." Alex said.

"Why? You're the one who came up with the wonderful idea. We could make a game out of it." Bobby said smirking.

"No, no way." Alex said firmly.

"Common, we could use it as practice for undercover." Bobby suggested.

Alex let out a sigh. She knew he was never going to give up on this. She gave him a look that said I hate you for putting me in this position. "What exactly do you propose?" She asked.

"That we make this interesting." Bobby said simply.

"All right. I guess I'm game." Alex said with fake annoyance.

"This is going to be great." Bobby said smiling.

"I never pictured you the one to be mischievous and lie to so many people just to 'make it interesting.'" Alex said jokingly.

"Oh, you have no idea." Bobby said already planning.