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I NEED PROOF
TITLE: I NEED PROOF, BOBBY
FLAVOR: Criminal Intent
CHARACTERS: G/E
WORD COUNT: 376
RATING: PG-13
A/N: This a continuation from the CI100 "Search Challenge" and the MCS serial killer detective and his lust for Alex. Rawlings is from my own demented mind and not a member of the characters.
Bobby glanced up and froze. Alex was sitting on the edge of Detective Rawlings’ desk her head thrown back laughing.
He narrowed his eyes when Rawlings brushed a curl behind her ears; steaming until she returned to her desk.
At his thunderous expression, “What’s wrong?” she slid into her chair.
“I don’t like you having anything to do with Rawlings.”
Her temper immediately flared. “Excuse me, since when did you become my keeper.”
“I don’t trust him. I don’t like the way he looks at women, especially you. There’s a tincture of evil about him. I don’t like him. I don’t like him around you.”
“Well, you’re really not gonna like this. I’m going out with him Saturday night.”
“What!” he was loud enough to have heads turning toward him, “No. You can’t.”
“Oh? Can’t I? Listen up, Goren,” she’d rounded the desks to stand beside him and poked a finger into his chest, “You’re not my daddy--you’re my partner--that’s work. This is personal, so butt out.”
Bobby grabbed her wrist and though she struggled for a moment to free herself, he wasn’t hurting her, she relaxed.
“Alex, please. Rawlings' is...off. I can sense it. Please don’t go somewhere alone with him. Please.”
“You always get these feelings, Bobby. Where’s your PROOF, Goren. God, Ross is right. You try and profile everyone around you. Not another word.”
He dropped her wrist and turned to look at Rawlings, his brows burrowing down to hood his eyes. Rawlings glanced up meeting Bobby’s gaze and immediately dropped his eyes.
He was comfortable with the lack of emotions. He actually practiced not showing a flat affect. Now for the first time in his life he felt something besides the delicious pleasure/pain he experienced when he watched the light go out in a tortured woman’s eyes as she died.
Bobby Goren. Terror trickled down his spine with a chill. He didn’t like it.
He would cancel his date with his chosen one, Alexandra. If something happened and he could not contain his demons and he took her, Goren would come for him.
So, he would hunt tonight, settle for another--the last had been a Brooklyn dark-eyed housewife, tonight...perhaps a coed, petite and blonde. He’d try to stay away from the chosen one.
At least until he could find a way to terminate Goren.
FLAVOR: Criminal Intent
CHARACTERS: G/E
WORD COUNT: 376
RATING: PG-13
A/N: This a continuation from the CI100 "Search Challenge" and the MCS serial killer detective and his lust for Alex. Rawlings is from my own demented mind and not a member of the characters.
Bobby glanced up and froze. Alex was sitting on the edge of Detective Rawlings’ desk her head thrown back laughing.
He narrowed his eyes when Rawlings brushed a curl behind her ears; steaming until she returned to her desk.
At his thunderous expression, “What’s wrong?” she slid into her chair.
“I don’t like you having anything to do with Rawlings.”
Her temper immediately flared. “Excuse me, since when did you become my keeper.”
“I don’t trust him. I don’t like the way he looks at women, especially you. There’s a tincture of evil about him. I don’t like him. I don’t like him around you.”
“Well, you’re really not gonna like this. I’m going out with him Saturday night.”
“What!” he was loud enough to have heads turning toward him, “No. You can’t.”
“Oh? Can’t I? Listen up, Goren,” she’d rounded the desks to stand beside him and poked a finger into his chest, “You’re not my daddy--you’re my partner--that’s work. This is personal, so butt out.”
Bobby grabbed her wrist and though she struggled for a moment to free herself, he wasn’t hurting her, she relaxed.
“Alex, please. Rawlings' is...off. I can sense it. Please don’t go somewhere alone with him. Please.”
“You always get these feelings, Bobby. Where’s your PROOF, Goren. God, Ross is right. You try and profile everyone around you. Not another word.”
He dropped her wrist and turned to look at Rawlings, his brows burrowing down to hood his eyes. Rawlings glanced up meeting Bobby’s gaze and immediately dropped his eyes.
He was comfortable with the lack of emotions. He actually practiced not showing a flat affect. Now for the first time in his life he felt something besides the delicious pleasure/pain he experienced when he watched the light go out in a tortured woman’s eyes as she died.
Bobby Goren. Terror trickled down his spine with a chill. He didn’t like it.
He would cancel his date with his chosen one, Alexandra. If something happened and he could not contain his demons and he took her, Goren would come for him.
So, he would hunt tonight, settle for another--the last had been a Brooklyn dark-eyed housewife, tonight...perhaps a coed, petite and blonde. He’d try to stay away from the chosen one.
At least until he could find a way to terminate Goren.
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