Title: Don't You Wanna Stay?
Rating: T (just to be sure)
Pairing: Goren & Eames
Spoilers: Trophy Wine
Summary: Bobby Goren was a liar. He knew it. And now she was about to learn the truth, but did she feel the same?
A/N: It took me three days to work up the courage to watch Trophy Wine. When I finally did, I saw the potential to read into Goren's answer to the question I wish was unasked: Did he indeed love his partner in a romantic way? so that it could be taken either which way you wanted to go with it. I chose to go to the romantic side and this is the product.
A/N #2: Thanks, Vicky for the beta. This fanfic has 5 chapters and it's complete and beta'd. You won't have to wait long for updates.
Bobby sat alone in the back of the bar. It was crowded and loud. He went unnoticed for a long time until someone that knew him from his academy days sat down across from him.
"Hello, stranger. Long time no see." Madison, the dark haired, long-legged woman spoke just above the noise. "What you doing, hiding out?"
"Just came in for a drink," he said, avoiding her eyes.
Madison was a nice woman that he had sex with a few times before their class graduated. Then they had met up again about six years ago. They'd dated, but it had ended badly when his mother's health started to go downhill. He hadn't seen her but once or twice since then.
She glanced at his left hand. "Still not hitched, huh?" It wasn't a big surprise to her because he had never been the settling kind. He kept everyone at arm's length, but he was good in bed. Truth was that was the only reason she had sat down tonight.
"The job keeps me pretty busy." Why was she still here? Couldn't she tell he was in no mood for this? He sighed softly before downing the rest of his Scotch. He signaled to the waitress for another.
"I know exactly what you mean." She had finally made it to detective. "Homicide," she said by way of explanation. "What do you say we get out of here?" The itch between her thighs was almost unbearable. She knew he could take care of it. He was more than adequate to handle the situation.
He met her eyes then. "Not tonight." Not ever again. That very afternoon he had been faced with the real truth of his situation. Not only was he lonely, but he was in love with this partner. No matter how many ways he 'explained' that he didn't love her. It was a lie. He did. And there damn well was nothing sisterly about it.
She pouted, a ploy that had worked in the past. "Come on, Bobby. You look like you need to unwind. Just some good old fun with an old friend. For old time's sake."
He narrowed his eyes and shook the ice in his empty glass. "I was just about to head out of here anyway. I have some place to be." Another lie, but he wanted her to get lost.
The waitress sat down another tumbler full of the amber liquid and disappeared with the empty glass.
He grabbed the tumbler and sipped at it. The liquid burned his throat. He pushed it away and dropped several fives on the table top to cover his tab and the tip. He stood. "It was nice seeing you, Madison."
She touched his arm and said quietly, "If you change your mind, here's my address and cell." She slipped a piece of paper into his jeans pocket.
He nodded and stepped away from her. He pulled the paper from his pocket, crumpled it up, and threw it in the trashcan before stepping out into the cool air. Pulling his cellphone from his pocket, he opened a new text. He typed: You busy? Can I stop by for a minute? I need to talk to you. He found her number and hit send.
He purposely chose a bar near her apartment. Fortified with liquid courage, he started to walk in the direction of her building. He kept checking his phone until he was right outside her place. He looked up, seeing her apartment was dark. He shoved his phone into his pocket and started to turn away. Discouraged, he figured he'd just find a quiet place and get drunk. Someone would put him in a cab and point him home. They always did.
Alex was several paces away from her apartment building when she spotted the familiar form of her partner. "Bobby?" she called, forgetting she had her headphones in listening to some music while she ran that evening. Pulling them from her ears, she slowed down to a fast walk and finally she was standing in front of him. She was barely breathing hard.
He looked down at her. "I, uh, if you're busy, I can just come back another time." He rubbed the back of his neck and bounced on the balls of his feet.
She shook her head. "If you got time for me to catch a quick shower, come on up." She could see he had something on his mind and from the sound of his voice, he had had more than a few drinks. "I'll make some coffee while you wait."
He searched her eyes and finally consented with a nod. Following her to the door, he quickly moved around her to open it. He stepped in after her.
The cool air of the lobby hit her flushed face as she glanced behind her at him. Something was definitely eating at him. She hoped after he had a cup of coffee, that he would talk to her.
to be continued...