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Title: Crossing the Line
Summary: Eleven ways Robert Goren and Alexandra Eames break the no-fraternization policy.
Rating: PG
Genre: fluff, romance
Notes/Warnings: Written for 11_reasons. This is my first time writing anything CI and I'm trying out a new writing style, so we'll see how things go. Each chapter will be a distinct ficlet, a story in an of itself, though I will try to post them in some semblance of chronological order.
This chapter contains specific Season Six spoilers up to and including 'The War at Home'. You have been warned.
Prompt: Smile/Smirk/Grin
Chapter 1 - Piano
Chapter 2 - Quirks
Chapter 3 - Baseball
Chapter 4 - Official
Chapter 5 - Necklace
Their last few cases have been complete and utter hell, what with her being abducted and then both of them being held at gunpoint by a fellow cop and then the deputy commissioner’s daughter being murdered and she doesn’t think he’s slept since before his mentor showed up and threw their lives into complete chaos. But they still go to work, they still catch the bad guys, they still piss off their new captain and they still go home together each night, too emotionally and physically exhausted to do anything but watch a few hours of mindless TV and go to bed.
She isn’t sure when she notices that he never smiles anymore and she isn’t sure when it starts to bother her; all she knows is that she’s noticed and it bothers her. Maybe he stopped smiling when his mother’s health started to decline too rapidly to keep track of. Or maybe he stopped smiling when he dared the captain to fire him and the captain didn’t take the bait. Or maybe it was when she stopped catering to his insecurities and he realized that even though she loved him she wasn’t going to put up with his bullshit forever.
It’s finally Sunday and even though they got called into the office yesterday, they still have the day off and she is bound and determined to spend at least half the day in bed and the other half running the errands that have continually gotten pushed back by work. She is surprised, then, when she wakes around ten-thirty and he is still in bed next to her instead of up and looking at case files like she expected him to be doing. What is even more surprising is the fact that he is still sleeping and not just laying there with her until she wakes up.
In an odd reversal of their usual roles, she rolls onto her side and faces him and just watches him sleep for a little while, wondering what he’s dreaming about that has him frowning slightly in his sleep. If she asks him, he will claim that he doesn’t remember or he’ll just refuse to tell her, so she accepts the fact that she will more than likely never know the content of his dreams.
Slowly, gently, so as not to wake him, she caresses his face, his stubble tickling the palm of her hand, his breath warm against her wrist. She isn’t trying to wake him but he’s too highly attuned to her to remain asleep for long and after only a few minutes, his eyes slowly open and he glances at her sleepily. She doesn’t take her hand away and she doesn’t apologize for waking him and she doesn’t ask him what he was dreaming about. She just lays there, palm against his cheek, willing him to not look away.
And he doesn’t look away. He doesn’t ask her what she is doing and he doesn’t want to know how long she’s been watching him sleep and he doesn’t volunteer the content of his dreams. He doesn’t speak at all and he doesn’t look away from her. And, for the first time in what seems like forever, he smiles.
Summary: Eleven ways Robert Goren and Alexandra Eames break the no-fraternization policy.
Rating: PG
Genre: fluff, romance
Notes/Warnings: Written for 11_reasons. This is my first time writing anything CI and I'm trying out a new writing style, so we'll see how things go. Each chapter will be a distinct ficlet, a story in an of itself, though I will try to post them in some semblance of chronological order.
This chapter contains specific Season Six spoilers up to and including 'The War at Home'. You have been warned.
Prompt: Smile/Smirk/Grin
Chapter 1 - Piano
Chapter 2 - Quirks
Chapter 3 - Baseball
Chapter 4 - Official
Chapter 5 - Necklace
Their last few cases have been complete and utter hell, what with her being abducted and then both of them being held at gunpoint by a fellow cop and then the deputy commissioner’s daughter being murdered and she doesn’t think he’s slept since before his mentor showed up and threw their lives into complete chaos. But they still go to work, they still catch the bad guys, they still piss off their new captain and they still go home together each night, too emotionally and physically exhausted to do anything but watch a few hours of mindless TV and go to bed.
She isn’t sure when she notices that he never smiles anymore and she isn’t sure when it starts to bother her; all she knows is that she’s noticed and it bothers her. Maybe he stopped smiling when his mother’s health started to decline too rapidly to keep track of. Or maybe he stopped smiling when he dared the captain to fire him and the captain didn’t take the bait. Or maybe it was when she stopped catering to his insecurities and he realized that even though she loved him she wasn’t going to put up with his bullshit forever.
It’s finally Sunday and even though they got called into the office yesterday, they still have the day off and she is bound and determined to spend at least half the day in bed and the other half running the errands that have continually gotten pushed back by work. She is surprised, then, when she wakes around ten-thirty and he is still in bed next to her instead of up and looking at case files like she expected him to be doing. What is even more surprising is the fact that he is still sleeping and not just laying there with her until she wakes up.
In an odd reversal of their usual roles, she rolls onto her side and faces him and just watches him sleep for a little while, wondering what he’s dreaming about that has him frowning slightly in his sleep. If she asks him, he will claim that he doesn’t remember or he’ll just refuse to tell her, so she accepts the fact that she will more than likely never know the content of his dreams.
Slowly, gently, so as not to wake him, she caresses his face, his stubble tickling the palm of her hand, his breath warm against her wrist. She isn’t trying to wake him but he’s too highly attuned to her to remain asleep for long and after only a few minutes, his eyes slowly open and he glances at her sleepily. She doesn’t take her hand away and she doesn’t apologize for waking him and she doesn’t ask him what he was dreaming about. She just lays there, palm against his cheek, willing him to not look away.
And he doesn’t look away. He doesn’t ask her what she is doing and he doesn’t want to know how long she’s been watching him sleep and he doesn’t volunteer the content of his dreams. He doesn’t speak at all and he doesn’t look away from her. And, for the first time in what seems like forever, he smiles.