Okay, who else was totally freaked by the title of last night's episode? Please note that we no longer accept letters of reccomendation from Henry Kissinger. Freaky...

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Alex looked down at her unconscious partner and sighed softly. It had been two days, and he still showed no signs of waking. As much as she hated to, she knew that she had to go home for a few hours. And it wasn't as though she were abandoning him. Mike and Carolyn had been relieved when she mentioned needing to go home, and they had both gladly volunteered to stay with Bobby, on the off chance that he regained consciousness.

Carolyn looked at Alex supportively. "He'll be fine, Alex. We'll be here, and we'll call you if he starts coming out of it."

Mike nodded. He met her eyes. "We'll call you if anything at all changes. We promise." He wanted to reassure her. She wouldn't get any rest if she spent the whole time worrying.

She nodded resolutely and leaned over to whisper into her partner's ear. "I'll be back in a few hours, Bobby. It..." She sighed softly. "It would be nice if you would open your eyes for me when I get back." Nothing.

Reluctantly, she straightened up and headed for the door, before her resolve crumbled.

When the door shut, Carolyn took a few steps back and rested against the wall. "I'm glad she's finally going to get some real rest," she commented.

Mike nodded. He looked down at Bobby. "She's going to need it. If she wants to take care of him, she has to take care of herself. He's going to be a handful when he wakes up." He knew Bobby Goren.

She gave him a little smile. "You're probably right."

Mike looked at Carolyn and gave her a smile in return. "I know I'm right."

Two hours later, Bobby began to stir. Carolyn noticed his hand move before Mike did, and she quickly moved to the bed. Resting a gentle hand on his arm, she murmured, "Bobby? Can you hear me?"

Bobby made a low noise in the back of his throat. Hearing Carolyn, he his eyes started to open slowly. He wanted Alex. He needed Alex. She was the only thing on his mind. She was missing, and he had to know she was okay. He managed her name. "Eames?"

Carolyn gave Mike a worried look. "She's not here right now, Bobby," she said in a soft, soothing voice.

Instantly growing worried, he frowned. He knew what that meant. It meant she was still missing. She was still out there. Declan still had her tied up somewhere. Growing agitated, he started to try to get up, to pull the hospital equipment off of him. He had to find Alex.

Carolyn frowned deeply and gently stopped him. "Bobby, you have to stop. You need to rest." The last thing he needed was to get worked up and to have to be sedated.

Mike instantly moved to him. He tried to grab Bobby's hands. "She's right, Bobby. You have to stop. You have to stay here. It's okay..."

Shaking his head, Bobby insisted, "Eames..." He needed to see her, to know she was okay.

"Bobby, you can't see her right now," Carolyn repeated firmly.

Bobby's heart was starting to sink. There was a reason they weren't letting him see her. She wasn't still missing. She was dead. The very idea struck fear to his heart. Struggling just a little against Mike, he pressed, "Need to see her..." She was the only thing on his mind.

Mike looked at Carolyn. He tried again. "Bobby, you just can't see her right now. You have to relax."

Bobby looked at Carolyn. He pressed, "Why?"

"Because you can't." With gentle hands, she pushed him back against the pillows. "You need to rest."

At the spike in her patient's heart rate, Nurse Myers came in, her brow furrowed. "What's going on in here?"

Mike glanced over at the nurse. He sighed. "He's woken up, and he's upset. We're calming him down." He was trying to keep things from getting worse.

She sidestepped him and went to the bed, where Bobby was still struggling against Carolyn. "Mr. Goren," she said in a firm voice. "You need to calm down before you pull your stitches out."

Ignoring the nurse, Bobby continued to struggle against Carolyn. "Eames. I...want Eames..."

She knew the woman he was asking for, and she looked around. "I'm sorry, Mr. Goren. She's not here. Now, I need you to calm down."

Bobby shook his head. He insisted, "No... I want Eames. I want to see her..." The more they told him he couldn't see her, the more convinced he was that it was because she was dead. She was gone. He had failed her. He had to see her to be sure. He had to know.

Myers frowned deeply and left the room, returning a few minutes later with a syringe. "Mr. Goren, this is a mild sedative. It will calm you down and help you sleep." She slid the syringe into his IV.

Bobby's eyes widened, he fought harder. "No! No!" The last thing he wanted was to be sedated. All he wanted was to see Alex, to know what happened to her.

Carolyn held his struggling body to her. He was getting weaker by the second, and she ran a soothing hand over his back. "It's going to be okay, Bobby."

Bobby slowly went limp against her. He was out in moments, still desperately wanting Alex. The fear and worry was still evident on his face.

Mike sighed. He looked down at the ground. He was not happy it had come to this, and he knew Alex was going to be furious. He offered, "I'm going to call Alex. Let her know what happened."

Carolyn nodded as she gently eased Bobby's limp body back against the pillows. "I'll stay with him."

Mike nodded. Leaving the room, he pulled out his phone and dialed Alex's number, trying to decide what he was going to say. She was never going to forgive herself for not being here, and she was go ream them all out for sedating him.
Alex was in the shower when her cell phone rang, and she immediately dropped the soap and yanked the curtain back. Picking up the phone, she recognized Mike's number. She yanked it open. "Mike?" she demanded breathlessly. "What happened? Is he okay?"

Mike sighed. He glanced back at Bobby's door. "He's going to be okay. He woke up."

Her knees buckled, and she grabbed the wall. "He is? He's okay?"

Mike swallowed hard. This was the part he didn't want to tell her. "Yeah... Yeah, he's okay. He's...asleep though. They sedated him."

She was quiet for a moment. "Why did they do that?"

Mike hesitated. "He got...agitated. They were afraid he was going to pull his stitches. He...wanted you. Kept asking for you."

She closed her eyes and cursed softly. "Damn it..." Sucking in a deep breath, she said, "I'm going to finish my shower and grab some clothes, and I'll be there. Don't let them sedate him again."

Mike nodded and tried to assure her, "If he wakes up again before you get back here, I'll do my best. I promise."

"Do that." She closed the phone, resting her head against the wall for a brief moment. Then she got back into the shower, her every thought revolving around Bobby.

TBC...