Hehehe, I am horrible to Bobby... This little thing was inspired by one of my other stories, The One That Got Away, and the great movie Eight Legged Freaks. So enjoy, everyone, and please remember to review!

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Alex Eames was stretched out on her couch, enjoying the pleasant day. It was a rare day off, and she was enjoying it thoroughly. Her eyes were drifting shut, and she was just lounging there, completely relaxed. Until...

"Eames!" Her partner's frightened voice made her shoot up, and she looked around for the owner of the pitiful sounding voice. "Eames, I, uh, need you in here, now."

She stood up and trotted into the kitchen, surprised to see her mountain of a partner pressed up against the kitchen counter, looking as small as he possibly could for someone of his size.

"What's wrong, Bobby?" she demanded.

He pointed a shaking finger, and she followed it. "S-Spider!"

On the opposite side of the kitchen, a brown spider was sitting on the counter, and she couldn't decide whether to laugh or... laugh. She turned and looked at her partner. "Really, Bobby? A spider?"

He nodded furiously. "Please... kill it."

"You can poke open wounds and deal with corpses every day, but you can't kill a little spider?"

He hung his head and nodded again.

She sighed and reached out, patting his cheek sympathetically. "Okay, sweetheart. I'll kill the big bad spider for you."

He breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you."

She looked around the kitchen and, finding the perfect spider killing object, she picked it up and advanced on the disgusting little creature.

Bobby looked horrified. "Not my Smithsonian, Eames!"

She lowered her arm and stared at him. "It's the Smithsonian or the spider gets away, Goren."

He looked torn, but finally turned away. "Okay...just kill it. It's an old issue, anyway..."

She nodded, and Bobby flinched when he heard the resounding thwap!

She cleaned up the little spider corpse and threw it away, then laid the Smithsonian down on the counter. Wiping her hands on her jeans, she crossed her arms over her chest. "I knew I shouldn't have let you watch Eight Legged Freaks..."

He looked relieved as she walked out of the kitchen, and he followed her. "My hero..."

The End

A/N: I'm still laughing over the picture of big bad Bobby Goren being afraid of a little ole spider. But it's always the big, tough guys who are afraid of the strangest things. I hope ya'll enjoyed this, and please remember to review!