Title: Two of a Kind
Rating: T
Summary: Goren thought they were perfectly matched, but Eames disagreed. Fluffzilla.
Location: Major Case Squad room
It was 2:30 in the afternoon. Detective Bobby Goren was sitting with his long legs stretched out. His partner, Detective Alex Eames, walked over to hand him a file. She had to detour around the long legs attached to the, ahem, size 13 shoes, so as not to trip over him. It was then that she noticed. She managed to hold back a grin, but a small snort of repressed laughter did escape her lips.
Goren caught that sound. Looked up at Eames.
"What?"
Another stifled snort.
"Nothing."
"What are you trying to...uh...not laugh about?"
Cough. Fake cough, at that.
"It's nothing."
Bobby looked around at the floor, at his desk. Didn't see anything even remotely amusing.
"Eames?.."
Snort.
"If you don't tell me...," he hissed, "I'll just have to get it out of you later."
Giggle.
Giggle? Since when did Eames giggle at work?
"What is it, for god's sakes?"
Alex picked up a folder, opened it and leaned over Goren's desk as though sharing the contents, and spoke softly.
"Mr. Armani, you are wearing one black sock and one navy blue sock."
Goren froze. Looked down at his feet. The socks both looked black to him.
"Am not."
"Are too."
"Am not."
"Are too."
Goren picked up a file folder. Walked over to the windows. Accidentally dropped the folder on the floor, which allowed him to squat down to pick up the papers...and to check out his socks in the sunlight.
Eames was right. One was black and one was navy.
Sigh. He knew how that had happened. When he was getting dressed this morning, Alex had come back into the bedroom after her shower ...with a towel wrapped around her. She had dropped the towel to get dressed. Oh, lord...He'd tried to pretend he wasn't watching her, that he was just getting dressed. That his blonde, beautiful partner could stand stark naked, a few feet from him, putting on that deliciously lacy lingerie...and that he could still function. That was when he'd taken his socks out of the drawer...apparently without even glancing at them. At the moment he was glad one wasn't black and the other white. And that his shoes matched.
Goren picked up his papers and folder from the floor. Walked back to his desk. Passed behind Eames.
"It's all your fault, Eames."
"My fault? Why?"
"You distracted me..."
"Me? How?" she asked, feigning innocence.
The vision flashed behind Goren's eyes. Eames and the towel, or the lack of said towel, and her lingerie...down, boy. He wasn't about to tell her, for god's sakes.
"You'll pay for this later, Eames."
"Really? How?"
"Oh, you know that I have my ways, Eames.."
"I'll look forward to it then."
Eames didn't suppress her grin this time.
FIN.