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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 by looking at him that he was a complete jerk. "Alex, I don't want you going in there. This guy hates women and you aren't at your best, thanks to me. Please." Bobby said. "Oh no you don't! You are not going to treat me like a cripple. I'm fine and you know...

She was back on the job and it felt great. Her arm remained in a 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 question 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 you woke up,...