Disclaimer: Don't own 'em. Wish I did, but I don't.

Takes place after "Yesterday", Season 1, episode 18. The dialogue in the first section of this is directly from the episode.


"That's a black denim miniskirt from the London Limited, they only made 'em the one season... 1983."

Bobby looked up at her. He couldn't hide his astonishment when he asked, "You wore one of these?"

A self-confident grin lit up her face. "I looked good in it, too." Bobby quickly looked down as she bent over to discuss the victim's fingerprints. He was happy she changed the subject but he knew the thought of his partner in a little black miniskirt would haunt his thoughts for quite some time.


A few days later they sat in a bar, sharing a drink to celebrate another closed case. They were into their second round when Bobby brought up what had been on his mind for several days.

"So, take me back to Alexandra Eames, circa 1983."


He knew her response was just a stall tactic so he pressed on. "You were what...a junior or a senior in high school?"

She gave him a sly grin. She knew where he was going with these questions. "I was a junior."

His eyes fell to half mast and he leaned toward her conspiratorially, "Tell me what you would have worn that miniskirt for."

"Goren, please."

"C'mon, Eames." He gave he what he hoped she would think was a devastatingly charming smile.

She took another sip of her martini, already feeling the effects of the previous one. She looked at Bobby and suddenly felt the urge to play along with him.

"Okay here goes...I got that skirt in the spring of my junior year and I loved it."

He was buoyed by her sudden enthusiasm. "Would you wear it to school?"

"I only did once, and that was to make sure Tommy Webster noticed me."

"And did he?"

"I had a date to the senior prom by the end of the day."

He nodded and smiled at her high school victory. When he knew she was flattered he continued.

"So… you only wore it to school that one time. That means you usually wore it out at night."

She knew he was profiling a younger version of herself but after one and a half martini's she wasn't protesting. "Yeah, I would wear it on Friday nights when I went out with my friends."

He looked confused. "Why with your friends? Why not when you were on a date with that Tommy character?"

She laughed a little, "I liked to wear it on Fridays… to see what other guys might be out there to date on Saturday nights."

"Ohhhh, Eames…You liked to play the field?" He raised his eyebrow at her.

"Let's just say that I liked to keep my options open."

He nodded a little and ran his eyes up and down her body. "So...what else would you wear…besides your miniskirt."

She gave him a coy smile. "This skirt has really captured your attention."

"Eames…not just a skirt…a miniskirt." He gave her a devilish grin. "And I'm sorry, but the thought of you…" He wouldn't let himself finish his thoughts out loud. His eyes traced her body once again.

"C'mon, Goren…I was in Vice…I'm sure you caught my act there a time or two."

He shook his head. "I'm sorry to say that I never had the pleasure."

She couldn't help but smile, she knew by now she was killing him, "Too bad for you…I've been told I put on quite a show."

He groaned and it made her laugh as she leaned into him. "You never know, Goren…maybe I'll be digging in the back of my closet and I'll come across that skirt again."

He straightened up, "Seriously?"

She tightened her lips and raised her eye brows, "Hey…you never know."

He raised his drink to her, "Here's to one day finding that skirt."

She raised her glass to meet his and gave him a mischievous smile.


The End.