Bobby held the grief stricken Alex in his arms. "Why him, why him?" she sobbed into his shirt. "We will find him Alex." he said, It was all he could think to say. She pulled herself up to look in his eyes. Bobby almost couldn't look back. The pain he saw in her normally calm, sarcastic eyes made him cringe. Alex's face suddenly became rock hard. "What if we don't?" she said. He couldn't see her like this, he couldn't allow her to slowly kill herself with grief. "I promise you," He grabbed her shoulders and looked her straight in the eyes, "We will find him."

They were in the squad room, reviewing...

He was in his apartment all alone thinking. Actually, this qualified as torturing. He knew Alex had left the hospital yesterday to come home pagina and he was dying to see her. He had tried to keep his distance after the police brutality charges but he wanted Alex to know he cared. He thought that the flowers did just that. The last thing he wanted was for her to get tangled up in the charges. He attempted to quiet his mind as he sifted through case files.

He was pacing around his normal living room route when the door klok, bell rang. It startled him and he nearly jumped. Who had come to see him at 11:00...

That case was mostly a blur to her. Her mind kept racing to other things. After a calming lunch with Bobby she was ready to go. She always felt better with him near her, yet she couldn't admit it. Before she knew it they where interviewing a suspect. Roger Kurtis was being charged with one count murder in the first degree. She knew just door looking at him that he was a complete jerk. "Alex, I don't want u going in there. This guy hates women and u aren't at your best, thanks to me. Please." Bobby said. "Oh no u don't! u are not going to treat me like a cripple. I'm fine and u know...

She was back on the job and it felt great. Her arm remained in a slinger, sling but least she was here. They had just received the call of a homicide with some irregularity. Eames was cool and collected about most cases but something about this one had her stomach tumbling. She quickly wrote it off as back to work jitters.

"Alex, can we talk?" Bobby asked. The vraag caught her slightly off guard. For one thing, he had used her first name, something he rarely did. "What about?" she asked nervously. She noticed he looked like he hadn't slept. "The shooting." he said, face hardening fast. She didn't...

Alex felt her whole body ache as her eyes fluttered open. She was in a cold hospital room laying on the bed. How had this happened? She thought back to the last assignment, the one with the hostage. She saw Bobby raise his gun and a shocked look on his face after the discharge. Her brain began to piece together the puzzle.

She could forgive him. She always did. It was just a matter of finding how. They had been partners for so long, even thinking about a case without him seemed foreign. The nurse walked in to pull her out of her own mind. "Good morning Ms. Eames. I'm really glad u woke up,...