Title: The Follies of Youth
Author: Debb
Rating: G
Show/Pairing: LOCI/Goren, Eames
Synopsis: The title says it all...
Disclaimer: Not mine. All my worldly possessions include 3 cats, 2 dogs, and my car.
Archive: Amorous_Intent. All others, please ask.
Thanks to Kara for the beta reading. Any and all mistakes contained herein are my fault and happened because I try and ignore the fact that there are people out there who are smarter than me. It's bad for my ego :).



Goren sighed. Eames would be here soon. He'd searched her desk, and it wasn't there yet, (or, not anywhere he was willing to search,anyway,) but he was sure from the muffled sniggers surrounding him that it would be.

She was NOT going to be happy.

He busied himself with paperwork, deliberately not looking up as she seated herself at her desk, coffee cup in hand.

"Good morning," she said, leaning forward over folded hands to look at him. "We seem to be drawing a lot of attention today."

Bobby looked around. "Uh... I hadn't noticed," he said innocently. Alex gave him a disbelieving look as she pulled the papers from her in box.

Bobby swallowed the last of his coffee and set the cup down, tapping his desk thoughtfully. The coffee machine was all the way across the squad room. He looked across the desk at Eames hopefully.

"I'm not getting you coffee," she said without looking up. "I have coffee." She tapped the styrofoam cup in front of her pointedly.

"Oh, come on," he wheedled, "I'd do it for you..."

"That's because you're a pushover," she said smugly, looking up to smile sweetly at him.

Bobby looked at her thoughtfully for a long moment, then smiled. "Well. I guess I'll just...," he waved a hand vaguely, "go get my own, then." He rose, grabbing him mug, and wandered toward the coffee stand to pour himself a cup and dither over cream and sugar for a while. He preffered his coffee black, but... "pushover?" he muttered indignantly to himself. He'd been trying to spare her, but since she clearly didn't want to cooperate... well, he was many things, but shy wasn't one of them. If it had been, Johnson wouldn't be sneaking up behind Eames right now with a fat manila envelope in his hand.

Bobby watched out of the corner of his eye as the detective dropped it in her box and kept walking casually. "Nicely done," he murmured to himself, starting back toward his desk. Eames' curiosity got the better of her and she dropped what she was doing to open the envelope.

He seated himself, coffee in hand, just in time to see comprehension dawn. She slapped the photos face down on her desk and looked toward the ceiling, cheeks flaming.

Someone behind her sniggered, and got a venomous look for his effort. The rest of the department was conspicuously busy. Eames turned her glare on him, back ramrod straight, head high, nostrils flared; in full outrage mode. It was corny as hell, but he couldn't help thinking that she was one of those rare women who got more beautiful when she was angry.

"Don't glare at me," he said mildly, struggling to control his expression. "I tried to stop it, but you made me get my own coffee."

She took a deep breath, letting it out slowly, still ignoring the people around her. "What is this?" she asked with more composure.

"Uh... I needed money when I was younger. That," he indicated the stack of photos on her desk, "was the fastest way I could get it. Legally," he added as an afterthought.

It's on my desk," she said flatly.

"Uh... yes. She made a calendar out of it about ten years ago, and then last year she published it on the internet... I really have no control over what she does with them, you know," Bobby said defensively. "She doesn't even have to tell me. She just does it out of courtesy."

Eames put a hand to her head, obviously trying to shut out the image of a very polite old woman publishing naked pictures of her partner on the internet. She slapped a hand down on her desk decisively. "We have to interview Michael Hunter," she said, rising. She stalked toward the elevator, leaving him to gather up the necessary files and endure the cat calls.

"Yeah, yeah," he hollered back, "Just so everyone knows, it costs thirty-five dollars to download that off the internet. Someone must have wanted real badly to see me naked!" He stepped into the open elevator door just in time to see his partner roll her eyes.

"Thirty-five dollars?" she asked incredulously.

He poked her shoulder playfully. "Yep. The callendar is out of print," he added, "but if you ask the photographer, I'm told she still has the negatives, and you can get one for two hundred,"

"Dollars?!" she demanded, shocked.

"I'm worth every penny," he said mock-seriously.

"You couldn't pay me enough", she replied, shaking her head.

"I know. You've mentioned that. Myself, I very much enjoyed the entire experience," he added, sure from the set of her shoulders as she left the elevator that she hadn't missed the not-so-quiet satisfaction in his voice. He grinned. She'd get over it. Or she'd spend the rest of her life thinking about him naked. Either scenario worked to his advantage, really.

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