Title: Trust
Author: Debb
Rating: PG
Show/Pairing: LOCI Goren/Eames
Synopsis: Eames is arguing with herself.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Never was.
Thanks to my beta reader.

She'd always been worried - about working with him, taking him home. She'd spend all her free time with him, sleep with him, wake up and ride to work with him. What if he got tired of her? Her subconscious kicked her. Mike hadn't gotten tired of her. She argued back at it - they'd only been married a year when he'd been killed, he hadn't had time to get tired of her. Deep down in her gut, she knew he wouldn't have. Her dad always said you couldn't be a good cop if you didn't trust your gut. She was a damn good cop.

Right. Trust. Trust. Shit.

Did she trust him? Yes. With her life, yes. With her heart? Did she trust anybody with her heart these days? Maybe she was just jaded. Cold.... frigid. Well, no. Not that. Not her.

Her gut really liked him. It did backflips when he smiled at her. It did more than that when she walked into her bathroom in the morning while he was showering. She had a clear glass shower door and he had a sexy, uninhibited charm that made her want to just stand and admire him for awhile. A reaction he encouraged. In fact, sometimes he enjoyed it so much, he would refuse to get out, which forced her to jump in and share if she wanted to get to work on time. He liked to share. Her bed, her shower... he picked food off of her plate. She liked to sleep in his shirts. That, and a pair of lace panties. He had a definite thing for lace. Not that he left them on for very long.

The term "honeymoon phase" crawled out from under a rock. No. This was no new relationship. It had... grown. Changed, yes. She'd known him for seven years. You could hardly call that new. He wasn't likely to get tired of her now.

What if she got tired of him? He was... well, he was him. He had a lot of qualities that she would find annoying in someone else. She found them endearing in him. Or at least tolerable. That worried her. There was a hint of rose colored glasses about it. Which is where that seven years came in again. He'd been the way he was for a long time, and it was still kind of cute. She even liked his friends, once you got past the tattoos or the cars, or whatever it was. He was attracted to single-minded people.

With her, it was the job. There were other things, of course. Her looks didn't hurt any. He liked getting inside her head. It wasn't enough for her to tell him what she thought, he had to know why she felt that way. He was serious intelligent, driven...playful.

Awake.

He walked his fingers up her belly, making her laugh, and wrapped an arm around her ribs, resting a cheek against her hair. "You're awake," he said sleepily.

"You noticed," she said dryly. Then, more seriously, "I was thinking."

"About what?"

"Us. You. Consequences."

"That sounds.. ominous." He pulled away a little, brushing hair out of her eyes, studying her for a moment. Such a gentleman. He hadn't asked her what she'd decided. He hadn't asked her if she'd decided. He just propped himself up on his elbows and waited... watched.

She looked up at him. Not so much because she needed more time as because she just liked the way he looked.

"We're not living at your place," she said finally, grinning when his face lit up. "We need a second bedroom for all of your hobbies."

Bobby leaned down and kissed her, disregarding everything else she had to say in favor of celebrating her long awaited decision.

If there was one thing she'd learned from her life so far, it was that there was no such thing as spending too much time with the people you love.

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