Bobby was away on assignment and Alex missed him terribly. For now she only had her memories for comfort.

Disclaimer: I do not own Dick Wolf's characters or that sound.
Spoilers: Under The Tuscan Sun.

". . . you've filled my heart and mind my love and now I can't resist, the daydreaming in poetry about your precious kiss." - Taken from Prometto.

7 Days
(A Prequel)

It had been 7 days since she'd seen him last - 7 long days. The job had sent him to Ireland to apprehend a murder suspect and bring him back to New York to stand trial. It was only supposed to be a 24 hour trip but there was a snafu in the paper work, and Bobby's return home was delayed.

They had only spoken once since he had left and that was in the full presence of the new ADA and Captain Hannah. Their schedules and the 5 hour time difference made a personal telephone call nearly impossible; and Bobby's cell phone was useless because he had forgotten to bring a charger.

"They finally got that paperwork straightened out so I'll be leaving with the suspect and Inspector Burke tomorrow morning. I've been staying at the Metro Dublin Hotel near the airport. The number here is 011.3531.555 1212."

"Good work detective. We'll see you when you get back. Detective Eames can you gather up..."

"I know. I'm on it Captain. Right after I make a phone call".

She hurried back to her desk to call him on her cell phone only to be greeted with:

"I'm sorry, all circuits are busy now. Please try your call again later."

"Ughhh..."

ALEX'S HOME

Alex had tried several times during the day to call Bobby but she couldn't get through. It was 11 at night and she was wide awake. She desperately wanted to hear his voice and tell him how much she missed him; but she had also heard the fatigue in his voice during the call with Captain Hanna. It was 4am in Dublin and she thought it best that he rested the night before the long flight home. She turned on the television hoping to find some nonsense to put her to sleep. But channel surfing only fueled her frustrations.

"...the African female hippo only mates once every 2 to 3 years . . . ", "KY brand intense arousal gel for her . . . ", ". . . Frances, I'm going to make love all over you . . . "

"Great. Under the Tuscan Sun."

She just couldn't bear to watch Diane Lane and Raoul Bova simulate all that she yearned for. Bobby wasn't there. So for now her only solace was in the memories of several nights ago, and the profound expression of the most intimate details of their love.

"Bobby..."

"Vorrei fare l'amor con te bella donna. Vorrei fare l'amor con te."

They had been together for over 3 years now. But the love that they shared was as passionate as the first time that they had touched.

"Tell me your desires Alex."

He whispered on her cheek and in her hair.

"Tell me what you want sweetheart . . . what you need."

"Kiss me Bobby. Please kiss me."

"All of you Alex . . . all of you."

He brushed his lips against hers, and followed the contours of her neck and her entire body. He knew exactly where to kiss her, where to touch her, where to taste her. He brought her complete pleasure. She was breathless.

"Bobby . . . Bobby . . . don't stop, please . . . don't stop."

She sighed just before falling hopelessly into love's cadence and surrendering to the erotic pleasures that only he could give her.

"Ahhh . . . huh? Detective Eames. What? Where? I'll be there as soon as possible."

A phone call from the job about a murder in midtown brought her crashing down back to reality. It was 7am and she was sure that Bobby was back in the city by now. Too bad their reunion would take place at a grizzly crime scene.

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