Talk to Me

Author’s note: This is my first fan fic ever, and man, am I nervous to post it.
Disclaimer: Criminal Intent and it’s characters are the property of Dick Wolf and NBC.

“Talk to Me”


Friday, and at long last the end of a horrible case. The end of two depressing weeks and Alex was emotionally and physically exhausted. So tired and yet wound up so tight she could hardly breathe.

This case. They had had innumerable cases that had disturbed and haunted her, still haunted her. Maybe she could attribute this dark, painfully tight, mass in her chest to the accumulated effects of such cases. Maybe she was just getting old. Hell, another cheerful thought. It didn’t help that she hadn’t slept in days. In addition, she felt like she hadn’t been much help to Bobby in this case, hadn’t pulled her weight and had been especially useless during the interrogation. She had become so angry and incensed with the suspect and with her complete lack of remorse, that she nearly lost it, and in front of counsel.

She sat at her desk, paperwork in her hands, trying to focus on whatever loose ends remained until she could file this crap away and begin the work of forgetting. Bobby was still in Deakin’s office updating him on their meeting with Carver.

Moments ago, she had also been in that office listening to Bobby efficiently run through the major points of the case, beginning, middle and end She watched him as he paced, using his hands to punctuate his sentences. Instead of the usual fascination (and even pride) she felt when she watched him, she felt the mass in her chest churning and tightening. After a short time, Bobby, noticed her expression, and her silence. He paused and looked at her, a question in his eyes. Rather than fill in the silence, or answer the unspoken question, she rushed for the door, mumbling something about needing air. She left the men silent and staring as she fled.

Bobby knew his partner was having…..difficulty with this one. He was so in tune to her, to her moods, her nuances. Over the years it had become his priority. He had hoped the end of their investigation would bring an end to her distress, although logically he knew different. She was indeed more easygoing by nature than himself, but she was still a complex creature, whose waters ran deep.

The case had been a grueling one. The perpetrator was a woman, a sociopath, and unfortunately she had also been a wife and a mother. A mother whose 2 year old son and husband had become obstacles to her and her lover’s perceived happiness. Unfortunately this scenario was not unprecedented. However, the child closely resembled Eames’ nephew, and the murder was an especially callous one. The woman was perceptive, in the way the criminally insane so frequently are. She read Alex’s reactions, saw a weakness there and exploited it….Eames’s own motherhood.

During the interrogation, Bobby managed to break the woman’s lover, and Carver conceded that the way was clear for indictment. The majority of their work on the case was over, but Bobby knew there was still work for him to do.

He felt some guilt in the fact that his methods of solving any case involved his total immersion. His intense focus on the job at times precluded his focus on those around him, including his partner. When he had finally clued in to the fact that Alex was affected more than usual, she had refused his attempts at comfort and counsel. When they were alone together, at a restaurant, or at their apartments, she had been reluctant to discuss the case and completely refused to discuss her feelings. What made it worse, she knew his tricks, and any attempts , however subtle, at getting to her soft candy center were met with semi-hostile resistance. The last several evenings she had preferred to spend alone, and he hadn’t pressed it.

Lord, why did this have to be so complicated. With Eames it was usually less so. He rarely felt like he was expected to read her mind, and for that he was eternally grateful. She said what she thought and wanted to know what he thought, what he really thought. She accepted and respected him and his ideas. She gave him space, but she was there when he needed her.

In the past, with others, the complications had been far too inconvenient to warrant the trouble. They eventually interfered with what he considered the main focus of his life: his job. While he continued to be devoted to the job, his focus had shifted somewhat.

He left Deakin’s office. He walked towards her and, trying not to startle her, leaned down by her side saying her name, “Alex…. Let’s go, We‘re done here for now. I need food . And I know you need to leave.” “Yes, I need to leave.” She replied, her tone flat. “ I’m going home…..” her voiced trailed off. “I’ll get the car and meet you out front” He said, trying to ignore her implication that she intended to go home alone. “Bobby,” She started. “Don’t make things difficult. “ Then he surprised her “Alex, let me take you home and I will leave you there alone. As a bonus I won’t try to talk to you while we drive unless you want me to.” he stated simply. She decided she could avoid a lot of trouble and arguing if she just agreed to his proposal. “Fine.” she consented, “Let’s go.”

Bobby was true to his word. They drove to her apartment in silence, he walked her to the door, and she braced herself. She expected him to want to come in and talk. Instead, however, he smiled grimly and leaned down to brush her cheek with a kiss. With that, he turned and headed back to his SUV. “Hmmm,” she thought, “That was way too easy.” Was that disappointment she felt deep down under all that self-pity?

Alex entered her dark quiet apartment and locked the door behind her. She didn’t bother turning the lights on. Dropping her purse and jacket on the floor, she strode straight to the couch and flung herself down on her back. Alex closed her eyes hoping sleep would take her, and to her surprise, it did. She woke to the sound of a familiar knock, and the sound of a key in the lock.


She knew it was him, of course it was him ,and she knew he would let himself in. She quickly resigned herself to his presence. He wouldn’t leave. He wouldn’t let things just be. Man, she was so tired…….so very tired. She had told herself she just wanted to be alone, to be numb and not think. In the back of her mind she thought, “With Bobby I feel lots of things but numbness isn’t one of them.” And she almost smiled. But pain can so often make you self-centered, and her thoughts swiftly returned to her own anger, pain and fatigue. She began to tell herself that she resented his interference. Alex tried to feed the flames of her anger with these thoughts hoping it would give her courage to face her partner.

The door opened, and she did not get up or turn her eyes. She laid still with her mouth set, chest tight, barely breathing, waiting. Bobby did not speak. He had sacks, and he went straight to the kitchen. She heard him puttering around, and she waited. Bobby came into the room quietly and sat down gently on the edge of the couch with his back to her. And she waited. Long minutes passed and she watched him. He sat without speaking, and made no attempt to touch her.

Suddenly, in one swift movement , he stood and pulled her to her feet. She was too shocked to protest let alone struggle. He held her tight by the wrist and pulled her rapidly into the bedroom before she had time to think. She hadn’t expected this, and she didn’t know how to react. She had finally gotten it together enough to begin objecting with a growl, when he shoved her roughly down onto the bed. She landed with a soft, ”oof!” Then, without a so much as a,” By-your-leave,” Bobby hastily positioned his bulk on top of her, forcing her into the bed with his considerable size and leaving her little room for movement.

It took a moment for her to catch the breath forced out of her by his weight. When she did, she also found her voice and shrieked, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING, DAMMIT?! GET THE HELL OFFA ME!” And when she didn’t receive a response, “NOOOOW, GOREN!!!”

She struggled to raise her arms and push at him, but they were pinned helplessly to her sides. “Talk to me Alex,” he whispered so low she could barely hear him. She was on her back beneath Bobby. Her head was cradled under his chin , his left arm above her head and his right hand against her face.

“TALK TO YOU?!…….YOU WANT ME TO TALK?!……I CAN’T EVEN BREATHE, YOU BIG OAF!,” she screamed against his neck. Again he murmured, so low it was just a rumble in his chest, “Please talk to me, Alex………I need you to talk to me.” She felt his breath in her hair and the warmth of his body enveloped her.

Maybe it was the note of pleading in his voice or just the absurdity of the situation, but she began to feel the dark churning mass in her chest start to splinter inside her. As the pain from its release flooded her body, the tears began, slowly at first, but gaining speed and force with every ragged intake of breath.

Bobby shifted his weight and began stroking her hair and wiping her tears away with his bare hand as he murmured comfort to her. She was sobbing violently now, As the catharsis progressed, her body was wracked by immense waves of sorrow, the pent up anger, frustration, and woe of months leaving her body Now, instead of being oppressive, Bobby’s weight on top of her was soothing. It was her anchor in the storm, all that kept her from being swept out into the abyss. They stayed that way for a long time. She didn’t know how long. Time was meaningless. Little by little, her weeping subsided and sleep took them both.

When she opened her eyes, the sun was seeping through the blinds into her room. She was alone, still fully dressed, laying on her back . Her chest felt like a ruptured balloon, limp and empty, but relaxed. Alex tested her ability to move by turning her head and scanning the room for signs of Bobby. At last, she heard him in the kitchen making cheerful domestic sounds.

“What a night,“ she thought. She glanced at the clock on the night stand and made a mental calculation. She had to have been asleep for about 6-7 hours! Hallelujah! She lay there thinking only of breathing in and out and enjoying the ease with which she was able to do so. “Hurry up Bobby,” she thought. “Please don’t make me get up. Come in here and check on me.” She didn’t have to wait long.

As big as he was, his steps were light and graceful as he padded into the room on sock feet. He smiled hesitantly, then broader as he saw her smiling back. His hair was tousled and his chin dark with stubble. He still wore yesterday’s slacks and shirt, now wrinkled and untidy. “Well, good morning detective Eames. You look peaceful, and may I say, lovely. Nice to see you with your teeth unclenched,” he said, his smile now a sexy grin. “OK..Goren,…..I…..know that…. I…..,“ She hesitated, searching for words, “Thank you..“ she managed finally and closed her eyes and sighing.

She felt him lie down beside her on the bed. “My pleasure.” he said gently. She reached out and found his hand. She held it tightly and he returned the pressure. They lay quietly side by side on the bed for several minutes. She listened to his steady breathing and turned her head to look at him with deep affection. His warm brown eyes returned her gaze. Thank God they didn’t need to speak. But Alex was beginning to feel the need to express herself in other ways.

She turned her body to face him and he automatically followed suit. Alex raised her hands to his wonderful face exploring the curves and planes, and enjoying the roughness of his unshaven skin on the palms of her hands. His eyes closed in contentment as she traced the curves of his lips with her fingertips. He responded by taking her hands, burying his face in them and covering them with gentle kisses.

His arms reached for her, and he drew her forcefully into his body. He inclined his head and pressed his lips to hers kissing her hard and deep. Their mouths were open, their tongues caressing each other. The feel of his smooth teeth against her the tip of her tongue was intoxicating. Bobby opened his mouth wider to capture her tongue and begin sucking it, gently at first, then harder as the sounds of her pleasure amplified his need.

Her hands skimmed the length of his back until her fingers were easing beneath his waistband, probing farther and farther, pushing his pants low on his hips. Bobby groaned and deepened his kiss, bringing one of his own hands around to gently squeeze her breast. Her breasts felt so small and perfect in his big hands. He knew from experience how sensitive and responsive they were and suddenly he could not repress the desire the devour her.

His mouth moved with urgency from her mouth down to her neck kissing and caressing her flushed skin with his tongue. He pushed her back on the bed, his hands clumsy with desire and began fumbling with the buttons of her shirt. Damn tiny buttons. Impatience growing, he began plucking them off one by one with his powerful fingers as Alex laughed throatily and reached down to help him. Before long, her shirt was off followed quickly by her bra. He wasted no time turning his attention hungrily to her nipples, hardened and aching with desire. Alex squirmed with pleasure under his mouth, twisting her fingers into his hair. Oh, Bobby, Bobby, I need you so much. I love you. “ She panted. He raised his head, eyes smoldering. “Alex. you know I love you with all my heart.

Their lips met again as they drank each other in. Alex used the opportunity to begin undressing Bobby, pausing as she pushed his boxers down to run her fingers lightly over his length and take him in her hands. Bobby moaned her name into her mouth and pushed himself into her hands. He felt so silky smooth and she could feel his pulse pounding wildly as she stroked him and he grew in her hands. The size of him made her whimper with anticipation. A delicious ache accompanied the growing wetness between her legs. Unconsciously she began spreading her legs. “Oh Lord,“ he thought, “At this rate, I don’t know if I can hold out for long.”

Bobby was conscience of his size and knew he had to make certain she was prepared for him. And oh, how he loved the preparation. He kissed his way down her squirming body to her soft curls, burying his face between her legs and inhaling the sweet musk of her. Eagerly he spread her open with his fingers exposing her throbbing clit. As she gasped for air, he drew her into his mouth sucking hungrily on her, making her cry out. The pleasure was so intense as he mercilessly sucked at her tenderness, that it was almost painful, and she tried to pull herself away from him. Bobby grunted in protest grabbing her hips and pulling her forcefully into his mouth, licking and sucking with increased urgency.

She screamed out his name as the magnificent pressure built to the breaking point and she exploded into a million tiny pieces. He felt the rippling waves of her climax against him and eased his pressure until he had her in a gentle kiss. He pulled away slightly as she panted and whimpered. Leaning back in, Bobby blew lightly on her now hypersensitive clit. “Bobby…..” She gasped. Gently he tested her with his tongue, causing her to tremble. Gradually increasing the pressure as she was able to tolerate it, he worked on rebuilding the heat and tension between her quivering thighs.

By now his own need was overwhelming, and he raised himself up to take her lips again. The friction of his thick chest hair against the delicate skin of her breasts and her sensitive nipples heightened her arousal, and she groaned his name again. “Alex, you are so beautiful “ he responded against her sweet lips. Alex wrapped her arms and legs around him, willing him to possess her completely . He responded by tightening his hold on her and pulling her into his broad chest.

“Now, Bobby…..I need you inside me, now!” Alex demanded. “Who was he to deny her?” he thought. Bobby positioned himself, panting with desire, and began easing his erection slowly into her wet tightness. The snug fit of him inside her never failed to take her breath away, and she shuddered with the bliss of it. She angled her hips to accommodate him as he carefully pressed his entire length into her with a loud groan. Bobby began moving slowly, plunging in and out with mounting speed as the pressure built. He paid careful attention to her reactions and adjusted his strokes to maximize her pleasure. He was rewarded with cries of satisfaction. Alex felt herself being driven over the edge into a powerful climax. Her entire body contracted around him and erupted into waves of pure ecstasy. Bobby, overwhelmed by the sensation of her muscles contracting and rippling around him, thrust into her deeply and released himself with a deep throaty groan.

Bobby fell back on the bed, and Alex rolled over to nestle at his side and lazily stroke his chest. “Thanks for the talk.“ she teased. He folded her in his arms, languid and content. Yes, with Alex, the complications were certainly worth the trouble.