It All Started With a Nap 
 
by mardel 
 
Rated R 
 
I just borrowed them for the story. This is a ficlette that just grew 
and grew.  
 
 
Bobby groaned as he woke up from his nap on the Keeper's exam table. 
He'd covered himself with his suit jacket, and now he was hot,  
the air must not be working in her lab again. He stretched his 
arms over his head as he tried to work out the kinks from the 
hard table.  
 
He moved off the table and walked to the sink on the far wall 
of the lab. Claire had a small mirror mounted over it, and he 
yawned at himself in the mirror as he ran some cold water to 
splash on his face. Man he'd needed that nap, but now his  
shirt was all wrinkled and he needed to change it. He looked 
for his stash of stuff he'd hidden at the back of the lab, 
behind the locker. He had a small bag with a couple of shirts 
and some shaving stuff there.  
 
Claire came back into the lab from the storage room connected 
to it. She got a bit of a shock when she found Bobby, standing 
half undressed at the back of the room. It was the first time 
she'd ever been treated to the site of him shirtless, and a 
treat it was. He was well muscled, his shoulders wider than his 
trim waist quiet noticeably. She noticed the ripple of muscle 
in his back as well, as he lifted the shirt and slipped his 
left arm in a sleeve.  
 
She thought she should let him know she was in the room with  
him so she cleared her throat. Had the air stopped working  
again? She was feeling a bit over heated, all of the sudden.  
 
"Oh, Claire sorry, I was catching a nap while everyone was  
gone. I thought you had a meeting with the Official about 
that new research you want to start." Bobby turned as he 
was about to tuck his shirt into his slacks. He'd not heard 
her come in, and his hearing was usually very good.  
 
"Yes, I did, but he had to cut it short when an important 
call came in from Washington." She smiled and set down her 
arm full of files.  
 
"I'll just get out of your way. I'm sure Fawkes is back from 
his...." Bobby trailed off, realizing she was grinning at him 
like a star struck kid or something.  
 
"Claire are you alright? It's a little hot in here, do you 
need to sit down?"  
 
"I'm fine, it is a bit warm, but I'm use to it." She finally 
shook off the image of him shirtless and focused on his face. 
He had a very handsome masculine face, strong jaw, dark eyes 
that were very expressive. A beautiful mouth, and that extra 
added attraction of the dimple in his chin.  
How had she not noticed these details during the past months? 
Claire continued to stare. 
 
Bobby took a few steps forward, "Are you sure you're alright 
Keepy?" She looked dazed to him. He was expecting her to faint 
or something, so he was getting into position to catch her. 
 
"I never realized before..." She started to say, then stopped 
herself.  
 
"Hey, Bobby you ready?" Darien came into the Keep then and  
Bobby never did learn what Claire had been about to tell him. 
 
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"Hey, buddy what were you doin' in there?" Darien noticed Hobbes, untucked  
shirt and the dazed expression on the Keeper's face.  
 
" I was changing shirts, and Claire came back from her meeting early.  
Man why is it always straight to naughty Ville with you?" Bobby repeated a  
phrase 
he'd heard somewhere then remembered Fawkes had said it to him only a 
month ago.  
 
"Did she get a little peek of you with your shirt off?" Darien continued to tease 
his partner, mostly because he was so easy to get to. 
 
"I don't know, I didn't hear her come in. You know I don't understand that,  
I have very good hearing." Bobby was tucking in his shirt and took his jacket 
back from his partner. He'd shoved it into Darien's arms as he exited the 
Keep, to distract him.  
 
"Maybe you should take a nap on our lunch break more often." Darien 
moved in front of his partner and walked backwards to watch his reaction 
to that suggestion. 
 
"Bobby Hobbes doesn't fish off the company pier my friend. I've told you 
that more than once." He nodded, and pushed through the doors to the 
parking area.  
 
"Yeah, but you want to fish, if she gave you any sign that she was interested." 
Darien smiled at Bobby. 
 
"Well she hasn't. So it's not a topic for conversation." Bobby sounded angry 
at Darien's line of questioning. 
 
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Claire was sitting at her computer, but she wasn't working. She was replaying 
in her head the sight she'd just seen. Bobby shirtless, she'd not realized he 
was so well built. But then she didn't usually notice such things. She was a 
scientist and a doctor, she was used to seeing the human body.  
 
Then why was she having such a hard time putting him out of her mind.  
She focused on her computer screen and began to type. But she had to 
type the page over once she stopped to check it for errors.  
 
She worked the rest of the afternoon on her various projects, including making 
up a new batch of counteragent for Darien. She was just re-stocking her supplies 
when there was a shout from the hall.  
 
"Claire a little help in there." Bobby's voice came loud and clear from the other  
side of the door. He was half carrying, half dragging Darien.  
 
"What happened? How badly is he hurt." Claire rushed to help Hobbes with  
his partner.  
 
Between them they managed to get him onto the exam table. Bobby did most of 
the lifting. His shirt was covered with blood, and Darien had a long gash in his  
side. 
 
"It was all my fault, I pushed a little to hard and had to bail out of a window."  
Darien groaned as she propped his side. 
 
"Yeah, he thinks he's superman with this invisible thing. How many time do I 
have to tell you partner it doesn't make you bullet proof." Bobby was worried 
that Darien was hurt worse that it looked.  
 
"It looks nasty, but it just needs stitched and bandaged and he should be fine." 
Claire turned back toward her instrument table. She picked up a needle and 
went to the cool cabinet for the local.  
 
"I'll just give you a bit of a shot, then stitch this up." She cleaned the area with 
gauze and betadine soap. Darien hissed between his teeth as she infiltrated the 
area with the local.  
 
"Hang in there buddy, at least you get a local. I've been stitched up plenty of 
times with nothin'." Bobby was holding Darien's shoulder so he wouldn't move 
while Claire was working on him.  
 
It didn't take her long to finish then she clean his side again and applied a  
dressing.  
 
"What about you Bobby? Is any of that blood yours?" she turned to him. 
 
"No, he's the one that jumped out a second story window." Bobby shook his 
head. "I guess I'd better get cleaned up. I think I have one more clean shirt 
around her somewhere."  
 
Claire's eyes grew wide, at the suggestion that he'd be changing clothes again. 
 
"Are you sure? I mean that you aren't injured?" She stammered.  
 
 
"Yeah, I'm fine. Do you have a shirt for Fawkes? One of those green scrubs 
that you have around maybe?" He asked always on the look out for his partner. 
 
"Yes, of course." Claire went to the closet at the back of the lab and found a  
shirt for Darien.  
 
Bobby was once again standing by the sink, this time he'd removed his bloody 
shirt and was washing up. Claire tried not to state, but Darien say her trying 
not to.  
 
"Hobbes did we get the right information? Or do I have to sneak back in there?' 
Darien asked, to distract his partner from noticing her watching him. 
 
"Yeah, as far as I can tell it's the stuff they sent us for. Eberts will have to  
make sure." Bobby was drying his chest off, and was about to begin to pull  
on his clean shirt.  
 
Claire was pretending to clean up her equipment, but she was shooting glances 
at Bobby the whole time he was changing.  
 
"Darien you didn't appear to need a shot, why did you hurry out of the building  
so quickly? " She asked as she turned back to him on the table. Bobby was  
buttoning his shirt up, the show was over.  
 
Darien thought if he wasn't in the room with them. She might just say something 
to Bobby.  
"You know Claire, I think I need to visit the men's room. I'll be back." Darien 
wasn't feeling his wound now, so he eased off the table and made for the door. 
 
Claire was alone with Bobby for the moment, she felt suddenly nervous.  
But in for a penny in for a pound, she might as well tell him.  
 
"Bobby, I don't recall ever you with your shirt off before. You have a very nice  
build." She told him, then even though she tried not to, she blushed slightly.  
 
"Thanks, I've been workin' out a little more since Fawkes got here. I was losing 
my stamina." Bobby explained, he was thrilled she had noticed.  
 
 
"It shows." She looked over at him from under her lashes.  
 
Bobby didn't know how to respond. So he stayed quiet. When he  
was younger he probably would have followed up her complement  
by asking her out. But that didn't seem like a good idea.  
 
They both stood there in an awkward silence. Claire hadn't felt so  
self conscious since her freshmen year in college.  
She was kind of wishing he'd offer to take her to dinner like he was  
always doing. She was seeing him in a different context, he was  
a attractive man.  
 
Finally Bobby broke the silence. " Ah, thanks for fixing up Fawkes, he  
had me really worried the way he was bleeding everywhere."  
He was watching her face, always on guard for any sign that he  
was being put on.  
 
"You're welcome, I'm glad you got him here so quickly." She took a  
deep breath and let it out. What she wanted more than anything  
at the moment was for him to kiss her. She wanted some contact  
with him, it was beyond her control almost how attracted she was  
to Bobby at the moment.  
 
Bobby was aware of her interest, he was getting a vibe that she  
wanted kisses. But he didn't trust his own instincts where Claire  
was concerned. He was going to need more response for him  
to risk a kiss.  
 
Claire looked into Bobby's eyes and placed her hand on his arm.  
His arm was very warm, and solid under her fingers. She'd  
decided if he wouldn't make the first move, she would. She leaned  
the few inches forward it took to let him know her intentions.  
Then they were kissing, a very tentative kiss at first.  
 
Bobby lifted a hand to the back of her head, leading the kiss into  
a deeper territory. She was even sweeter than he'd imagined, his  
heart was racing. She was responding, both hands spread wide  
over his back. Her mouth willing and warm. His fondest dream  
was coming true.  
 
Claire was positive she'd never been kissed so thoroughly before.  
Bobby was  
making her melt inside. When their lips parted she gazed into his  
dark eyes,  
"Oh my, you wanted that as much as I did."  
 
"Did you think all that flirting was just for show?" He stroked a  
strong hand up  
her back and buried it in her long hair.  
 
"I was never sure." She shifted one hand from his body to his face,  
smoothing  
her thumb over the rise of his cheek bone. She studied his dark eyes,  
they  
were darker than usual, dark with passion and it was directed at  
her.  
 
"What happened to make you take me seriously?" Bobby thought he knew  
but didn't want to believe it had been that simple. Not with Claire,  
she was  
special.  
 
"Seeing you today, this morning with your shirt off. It kind of  
jolted me into  
noticing you. As a man, I mean. A very attractive, powerful man." She  
all  
but purred. Then covered his mouth with hers, seeking even more  
contact.  
 
It had been that simple, she was turned on by his build. He could  
handle that,  
what ever it took she was in his arms now, and she felt perfect there.  
 
 
 
Bobby felt like he was dreaming, having Claire in his arms was a dream come true. 
 
Claire was trying for some control of her emotions, but all she could think of at 
the moment was how wonderful it was to be this close to him. She'd always liked 
Bobby, she knew about his flaws, and loved him anyway. Oh God, where did that 
thought come from? But it was true she loved him, as a friend. And wasn't the 
saying that friends always made the best lovers? Their second kiss ended, and 
she curved her chin over his shoulder and hung on. If they had started this 
anywhere but in the Keep, she would have encouraged him even more. But as 
much as she was wanting him, she knew it wasn't the right place. Discounting 
any fantasy she may have had about frantic hot sex on the exam table. Their 
first time together should be more normal.  
 
Bobby felt her tremble in his arms, she curved her chin over his shoulder and 
hung on to him like she was afraid if she let go she'd wake up or something.  
He was in control, but just barely, he was glad they weren't somewhere else. 
He knew in the Keep there was no chance of them pursuing this further. 
Not that he wasn't up for hot sex in the afternoon when the opportunity presented 
it's self. But he loved Claire, he wanted everything to be perfect their first time. 
 
" My this feels nice." She sighed. Snuggling into him even closer.  
 
"You fit perfectly in my arms." Bobby sighed, he liked to cuddle, maybe he was 
weird but like holding her almost as much as kissing her.  
 
 
 
Darien thought he'd been gone long enough, so he returned to the Keep to have Claire  
give him an Ok, on going home and getting some rest.  
 
He wasn't surprised to find them holding each other, at the other end of the room. 
He was just sorry he'd interrupted them, but at least they had gotten together. 
He just hoped they continued the way they had started.  
 
"Hey, sorry, is it OK for me to go home?" He stayed on the other side of the room. 
 
Claire looked up when the door slide open, she didn't want to leave the comfort of 
Bobby's arms. But she knew this wasn't proper behavior for the work place.  
She eased back from him.  
"Ah, Darien let me get one last look at you, then you can go home."  
 
Bobby released her slowly, he wished Fawkes could have stayed gone a little longer. 
 
Claire gave him one last meaningful look, then moved to exam table and checked 
Darien's side one last time.  
"You monitor looks fine, don't get your stitches wet, you'll have to take a bath 
for a few days. I want to see you first thing in the morning before you go out on 
a case."  
 
"Right, I'll check with you in the morning." Darien hoped she'd be a little late tomorrow, 
he hoped his partner didn't let his chance go.  
 
"Night Bobby, I'll see you tomorrow. I've got my car outside." Darien lied, he planned 
to catch a cab home, but Claire didn't know if Bobby had picked him up or not.  
 
"Night Partner, I'll see you. Don't do anything to pull your stitches out." Bobby called 
to Darien as he walked towards the door.  
 
Claire turned to Bobby as soon as the door was closed. " Come home with me tonight  
Bobby?"  
 
"I'd like that." He smiled.  
 
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Darien wasn't even home when his cell phone rang. He checked the number, it was  
Eberts calling him. That couldn't be good.  
 
"Yeah Eberts what's up?"  
 
"Darien I'm afraid something has come up, we need you and Hobbes back at the Agency 
right away."  
 
"Are you sure, this can't wait?"  
 
"No, I'm afraid it can't. Please return as soon as possible."  
 
"Right." Darien flipped his phone closed.  
 
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Bobby was in his van following Claire to her house when his phone rang. He almost  
didn't answer it. But he knew that wouldn't keep them from calling him in, if it was 
important. Or even if they thought it was important. 
 
"Hobbes?"  
 
"Yes, Robert something has come up, if you could return to the Agency as soon 
as possible."  
 
"Eberts, you have some really bad timing. Right I'll be there in a few minutes."  
 
Bobby followed Claire the last few miles to her house. He climbed out of the van 
and meet her beside her car.  
 
"Claire I just got a call back. I have to report to the Fat Man something important." 
He apologized. Placing his hand on her arm and looking into her eyes.  
"I'm sorry."  
 
"Oh no," She sighed, "Well it's not like this doesn't happen all the time. I guess I'll 
have to take a rain check on our date." She kissed him on the cheek.  
"But I expect to see you safe and sound back at the Agency very soon." 
 
" I promise, and I always keep my promises." Bobby grinned at her.  
 
 
Claire was at work all day with no news about Bobby and Darien. She didn't understand 
Eberts had told her the mission wasn't any more dangerous than usual.  
 
She didn't want to sound like a worried mother hen. But not only was she worried 
about Darien as his Keeper, now she was worried about Bobby as his lover.  
It was late the following evening, when Eberts entered the lab.  
 
"Dr. there is still no news from Fawkes and Hobbes, but they are farther a field  
than usual. They aren't due to check in until midnight."  
He looked a little worried himself.  
 
"Thank you Albert, I've been taking care of him for so long now. I can't help but 
worry." she gave him a weak smile.  
 
"I was about to go out for some Chinese food, can I get you anything?" He offered. 
 
"No, but thank you for the kind offer. I'm not really very hungry."  
 
He noticed the picture on her computer screen, "Is this the new model for the 
Jensen Project?" He asked to try and take her mind of her worries, and also because 
he was interested, he was interested in everything that went on at the Agency. 
 
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Darien hadn't liked this mission from the first second he'd heard about it. 
 
The Fat Man had sent them to Mexico, it was only over the boarder a few miles 
they were just an hour from home, but still he hated visiting foreign countries 
when it was for work. He liked them when he was just goofing off.  
 
Bobby spoke a little Spanish, something he'd forgotten, if he'd ever known it. 
So they weren't completely at the mercy of the locals. But he still felt like 
a fish out of water.  
 
They had replaced the tail on a pair of men suspected of working for a group 
that had made very credible treats on the life of the Governor of California.  
So Darien's special talents were needed to make sure they leaned who was 
the head of the group.  
 
"We're almost there Partner, get ready to do your thing." Bobby warned him 
as they pulled to the side of the road. Darien was to sneak into the compound 
and get a picture of the head man and learn anything he could about the  
organization.  
 
"I'll do it, but I still don't like it." Darien was wearing his wire so Bobby could hear 
him. And he could hear his partner. He moved out of the van, he was dressed all in 
black so he could be as invisible as possible even when he wasn't really invisible. 
 
"Take it slow Partner,. you know the drill." Bobby spoke softly into his mic. 
He was watching Darien threw night vision glasses, but he would soon loose 
him in the surrounding bushes of the compound.  
 
"They have cameras, but not as many as they should have." Darien moved past the 
outer perimeter, using his invisibility only for short periods of time when he was 
passing the cameras. He made it to the porch over looking a main room, there was 
a man talking on a phone, he sounded unhappy about what ever he was discussing. 
 
"I think I've found Mr. Big." Darien snapped a few pictures with the tiny camera 
Eberts had supplied him with, he prayed it had the proper film loaded in it this time. 
 
"Heads up Partner, the guys we followed are on the move again."  
 
"Yeah, they stopped off at the main gate for a smoke before reporting in."  
Darien told Bobby.  
 
"I have no idea what they are saying." 
 
"Be quiet, let me listen for a second." Bobby could hear a few words on Darien's 
receiver but it was crap, so he didn't get much more than. That something big 
was going down soon. 
 
"You've got enough come on back." Bobby warned him.  
 
"I'll be back in a second, I don't like this place." Darien picked his way back past the 
surveillance cameras, he unquicksilvered and checked his monitor. He still had three 
green to go, so he was fine.  
 
He was just moving past the outer fence line when all hell broke loose. 
 
"Get out of there fast!" Bobby yelled into his mic, then jumped out of the van  
and took up a defensive position to cover Darien on his rush to safety.  
 
There was the sound of gunfire, some rounds hit the dirt near him, and he returned 
fire in the general direction of the house. But he didn't know Darien's exact position 
so he was firing high, aiming at nothing.  
 
Darien came out of the darkness at full speed. He face, pale and his arms churning 
as he ran for the van.  
 
Bobby stepped in behind his partner to block him from any further rounds, and squeezed 
off a few more rounds at the house. Lights had come on, the sound of men running 
coming towards them. 
 
"Come on Hobbes lets get out of here.!" Darien yelled.  
 
Bobby turned to jump into the drivers seat, he'd left the side door open for his partner  
to jump inside. That was when he was hit, when his back was to the house.  
 
Bobby started the van, and drove for several miles shaking off their pursuers and 
then stopping in off in the brush with the lights off. 
 
"Why are you stopping?" Darien moved into his seat from the back of the van. 
 
"I'm hit, I'm going to pass out." Bobby gasped and then did just that. 
 
"Ah, crap." Darien moved to his partner's side and moved him out of  
the  
driver's seat. He looked for the wound and found a blood to show him  
Bobby had taken a round in the left shoulder.  
 
Darien grabbed the small first aid kit from the back of the van and  
tried to  
wrap in shoulder to help the bleeding to stop. He had no idea where  
they  
were and their cell phones didn't work. He might just have to find a  
phone  
and call for help. But he knew Bobby would really hate it, if he had  
to  
be rescued by the mooks from another agency. Darien was trying to  
decided what to do next when Bobby groaned and opened his eyes.  
 
"How we doing Fawkes?" Bobby still felt dizzy, from blood loss.  
 
"Ah, I don't know. Where are we? Which way home?" Darien asked the  
most important question first. He was real worried about Bobby but if  
he knew which way to go he could at least drive the van.  
 
"Go back out to the main road and head north, make a right." Bobby  
told  
his partner. "How's your tattoo doin'?"  
 
"Fine, I'm fine we need to worry about you, what can I do for you?"  
Darien was leaning over Bobby, so close he was breathing on him.  
 
"Has the bleeding stopped? I could use a pain killer, but then I want  
to  
stay awake to help you get us out of here."  
 
"I think the bleeding stopped, how about some water?" Darien handed  
Hobbes one of the bottles of water they'd gotten earlier.  
 
Bobby raised up on his good arm, and took a long drag on the water  
bottle.  
"Thanks, now get that black sweater off, you can't look like a cat  
burglar  
when you are driving us past the border."  
 
Darien pulled off his black shirt and hat, and pulled his everyday  
shirt back  
on, it was a favorite of his, a Indiana jersey he'd picked up  
someplace.  
 
"OK, hang on. I'll get us out of here if you try and stay with me."  
Darien  
moved to the drivers seat.  
 
"Piece of cake my friend. Just don't draw their suspicion." Bobby  
leaned  
back down, and groaned.  
 
 
Darien pulled the van back onto the highway, or what passed for a  
highway in  
this part of the country. He kept checking his mirror every few  
seconds sure  
that they guys looking for them were going to show up at any minute.  
 
Bobby groaned every so often so he knew he was still conscious.  
 
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Claire had given up all pretense of working. Eberts had stayed and  
talked with  
her for nearly an hour. But it was past mid-night now and they still  
hadn't heard  
from Darien and Bobby.  
 
She couldn't believe she'd finally found the man that was right for  
her and she  
might have lost him all in the same twenty four hour period. She  
remembered  
the feeling of being in his arms. She hadn't realized how much she  
needed to  
be held. She'd been burying her feelings for him, ever since his  
faked death  
when they hadn't told her it was fake. Claire had been trying to push  
off any  
romantic feelings she'd felt for Bobby. It was never a good idea to  
become  
romantically involved with the people you worked with. She'd learned  
that  
the hard way when Kevin had just up and disappeared in the middle of a  
project years before. She didn't learn until years later that he'd  
gone to work  
for the SWB on a very secret project.  
 
Claire got up out of her chair and began to pace the length of her  
lab.  
It was silly for her to pretend she could hide her emotions any  
longer. The kisses  
they had shared were only a beginning. If he got back safely. She  
prayed that he  
did, she was so tired of all the violence that was part of her job.  
She was a  
scientist and a surgeon. She was supposed to heal not harm.  
 
As violent as Bobby's job was, and as difficult as his life had been,  
he was  
under it all a gentle, caring man. She'd seen that in him ever since  
Darien's  
arrival in their lives. He not only protected Darien, because it was  
his job,  
but because he cared about his partner. Bobby had gone above and  
beyond  
the call of duty on several occasions already on Darien's behalf.  
They both  
had risked being reprimanded on her behalf when the dream center had  
sneaked that programming into her head.  
 
She'd never believed that the guys cared about her before that had  
all happened.  
But she was proven wrong, they did care. Bobby may have even had  
feelings for  
her way back then. Claire stopped her pacing and tried to recall any  
signs he  
might have given her of his feelings. But other than a few concerned  
looks  
from those expressive dark eyes, she couldn't recall anything.  
 
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Meanwhile Darien was driving through the Mexican countryside. Bobby  
told him  
to head toward the border, but make sure he didn't speed.  
 
"When we get to the border, are we going to have to hide you?" Darien  
was worried  
if they looked in the back of the van and saw Bobby laying there  
bleeding they  
would never get back home.  
 
"If you could help me get a jacket on over this mess, I think I can  
sit up front  
long enough to pass through the border check." Bobby sat up again and  
pulled  
the wind breaker out from it's place in the storage area. He eased  
the suit coat  
off his good side, then gritted his teeth as he unwrapped Darien's  
attempt at  
bandaging. The bleeding had stopped, he slide the coat off his hurt  
arm. Then  
stuffed the gauze pad inside his shirt, just in case.  
 
Darien pulled the van to the side of the road, and helped Bobby get  
covered up.  
"If you zip the jacket up for me I'll be good to go." Bobby told his  
partner.  
 
Darien felt stupid, trying to zip Bobby's jacket from the front, he  
couldn't get  
the thing to work.  
 
Bobby was concentrating on keeping from letting Darien know he was in  
pain.  
" Just slip the thing in there.... there you got it. Now I just have  
to get into  
the passenger seat and we're ready."  
 
Darien saw the clenched jaw, as Bobby moved to get in the passenger  
seat.  
He wanted to help but there wasn't anything more he could do.  
 
"It shouldn't take long this time of night." Darien drove the last  
few miles to  
the border crossing. The men working the border, looked bored, the  
night shift  
was probably not anyone's favorite shift.  
 
"Hey, how's it going?" Darien pulled up to the booth.  
 
"Do you have anything to declare? Have you purchased anything while  
you  
were visiting Mexico?"  
 
"No, we were making a delivery. It was farther south than we  
thought." Darien  
lied, then yawned. "I just want to go home to bed."  
 
"Yeah, we got lost on the way back, my old lady is going to be so  
pissed."  
Bobby chimed in, leaning towards the man in the booth.  
 
"Yeah, tell me about it, you're five minutes late and it's like going  
to confession.  
She wants all the details, who, why, where." The border guard  
complained.  
 
"Yeah, but what are you going to do, you have to have a lady in your  
life, am I right  
or what?" Bobby responded.  
 
"Yeah, can't live with em, can't live with out them. Go on through,  
drive safe."  
He waved them on.  
 
"That was great Bobby, how are you doing?" Darien started to speed as  
soon as he  
was safely away from the border. He tried to dial his cell phone but  
it was still not  
in rang.  
 
"I'm OK just get me back to the Keep, she'll know what to do."  
 
"You sure, you don't want me to take you to a hospital?" Darien  
offered.  
Shooting Bobby a look of concern.  
 
"No, no hospital it's a bullet wound. To many questions." Bobby shook  
his head.  
 
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Claire was beside her self with worry when the phone rang.  
"Yes where are you?" She expected it to be Bobby telling her Darien  
was in trouble  
or something.  
 
"Claire listen Bobby's been shot, he doesn't want me to take him to a  
hospital.  
Do you have what you need to fix him up there?"  
 
"Yes, I have whole blood on hand, how bad is it?"  
 
"I can't tell, he passed out once. But he's hanging in there now."  
Darien told her.  
 
"Let me talk to him." Claire sounded funny.  
 
Darien passed the cell phone to his partner.  
 
"I'm hurting a little, but I'll make it." Bobby told her.  
 
"Bobby, can you tell how bad it is? Where are you injured?"  
 
"My left shoulder, the bullet is still in there. You're going to have  
to cut it out."  
 
"We'll worry about that when you get here. How far out are you?"  
 
"Twenty more minutes. Maybe less if Fawkes can coax some speed out of  
Golda."  
Claire called Eberts and told him what was happening. Then she  
checked Bobby's  
records for his blood type and prepared two pints for transfusion.  
She turned on  
her operating room equipment and called for assistance from the  
medical personal  
they had on stand by. She would need at least one assistant if she  
had to cut Bobby  
open to get at the bullet.  
 
Claire was waiting at the door to the parking area, when Darien  
pulled the van up  
as close to the door as he could get it.  
 
He was out of the van and around to the side to help Bobby in ten  
seconds.  
Bobby was still pale, and he was putting up a good front, but he was  
in pain.  
 
"I've got a wheel chair." Claire rolled it out for him, knowing he  
had to be  
near the end of his endurance by now.  
 
Bobby allowed them to put him in the chair, and stayed conscious long  
enough  
to answer a few questions.  
 
"I need to get a look before we go into surgery, I may need to get  
him stable first."  
She told Darien and Eberts.  
 
She unzipped the jacket, and lifted the shirt so she could look under  
the dressing.  
"He's bleeding again, Darien help me get him out of his clothes."  
 
They undressed him down to his boxers, Claire slipped a set up in his  
arm and  
started the drip of whole blood into his body. She checked his  
heart, and pulse  
it was strong but rapid. His color was still off, and his breathing  
was shallow.  
"I'll give you a shot for the pain now. Then I'll take a look at the  
wound."  
 
"Thanks Keepie." Bobby moved onto his stomach so she could look at the  
entry site of his wound.  
 
Claire probed the hole, it did look like she was going to have to  
operate to  
get the bullet out. But while she was examining the site, her probe  
hit the bullet.  
"Bobby can you feel that?"  
 
"No, that shot you gave me is working great." He looked dazed now.  
 
Claire thought she might be able to get the bullet with just a little  
manipulation.  
She had already pulled on sterile gloves, she opened her instrument  
kit and  
called Darien over to hold Bobby steady.  
 
"You might feel this a little, but the morphine should take care of  
most of the pain."  
 
"Hey, buddy hang on, she's going to take the bullet out." Darien  
moved in beside  
his partner and prepared to hold him for Claire.  
 
It only took a few seconds and she was holding up the round that had  
lodged against  
his scapula. "That wasn't as bad as it could have been."  
 
"Here that Partner, you're going to be fine." Darien rubbed his hand  
over the lower  
part of Bobby's back in a soothing gesture.  
 
"I'm kind of sleepy, I'm goin' take a nap now." Bobby closed his eyes  
and was out.  
 
Claire put a fresh dressing on his wound, then covered him with a  
scrub gown and a  
blanket to keep him warm.  
 
"If his vital signs stay strong he can go home when he wakes up." She  
told Darien.  
 
"He is going to be OK right?"  
 
"Yes, Darien he'll be just fine in a few weeks. How are you, I expect  
you need a  
shot by now." She reached for his arm and looked at the tattoo.  
 
"Yeah, but I can wait." He smiled, he hadn't been sure Bobby was  
going to be  
OK until just then.  
 
"No, we may as well do the counteragent shot now. Take a seat."  
 
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Bobby woke up with a head ache, his shoulder was throbbing and he  
wasn't sure  
how much of what he remembered was a dream and how much was real.  
 
"Hello, here you'll need this." She handed him a glass of water and  
several pills.  
 
Bobby swallowed them all and drained the glass. "Thanks is Fawkes  
safe?"  
 
"Yes, he's fine he's curled up on the floor over there." Claire  
nodded to where  
Darien had made himself a place to keep watch over his partner.  
 
"How much do you know about what happened?"  
 
"Darien said you were covering his escape when you were hit."  
 
"Yeah, how bad is it?"  
 
"Not serious, other than the risk of infection. The bullet was lodged  
against your  
scapula it came out farley clean, you'll need some rehab on the  
muscles of  
your shoulder but it looks like it will heal well."  
 
Claire was stand close to him on the hospital bed they had moved him  
to.  
She was smiling at him. Bobby wondered if they really had kissed, he  
wasn't  
sure if he'd dreamed that or not.  
 
"How much do you remember?" Sometimes with blood loss and shock your  
memory could play tricks on you. She wondered if he remembered their  
kiss.  
 
"That sounds about right. Only there was something." He paused,  
looking into  
her eyes, he was trying to tell if the kiss had really happened.  
 
"Yes? Something else?" Claire knew what he was hinting about. She  
really shouldn't  
keep quiet about it.  
 
"I remember holding you, at least I think I remember it." He studied  
her face as  
he asked the question, and saw at once that he was remembering  
correctly.  
 
Claire smiled again, "Yes you did, we did and you owe me a dinner."  
She reached a hand to touch his cheek, "We'll take about that when  
you are  
feeling better."  
 
Darien was awake, he over heard them talking. He was glad they had  
finally  
told each other how they felt. His two best friends in the world, he  
wanted them  
happy.  
nap part 9 
 
Bobby was eager to get back to his usual self. He had a date with Claire to look forward  
to but he wanted to be mostly healed. He took his rehab seriously, and followed his  
physical therapists suggestions to the letter.  
 
Claire was also eager for Bobby to get well. But she wanted him better because she  
cared, she wasn't worried. They had only kissed once since he'd been hurt, when he'd 
been cleared to recoup at home, he'd kind of kissed her goodbye.  
 
So the day finally came, Darien stopped by Hobbes apartment almost everyday to check  
on him. The night before he'd been teasing his partner about the date. 
 
"It's been a long time coming Partner, are you sure you're up the challenge?"  
Darien was just teasing, but he loved to get Bobby started.  
 
"I think I can show Claire a good time. I've been around the block a few times."  
Bobby made a face at his partner. 
 
"You sure now, I wouldn't want you to disappoint the Keeper." Darien chuckled. 
 
"That isn't going to happen my friend. Bobby Hobbes know how to please a lady." 
 
"Well I want all the details…" 
 
"No, a gentleman never kisses and tells, so you'll just have to wonder." Bobby smiled. 
 
"Hey, no far it's not like I have any thing to share with you. With this stupid gland in  
my head it kind of makes for awkward moments when things get hot and heavy."  
Darien protested. 
 
"I seem to remember a little liaison you had with a lady not so long ago. You didn't want 
to share any details then, did you?" Bobby reminded him. 
 
"Yeah, but that was different."  
 
"No, it wasn't, so you're just going to have to wonder." Bobby nodded, and took a sip of 
his beer.  
 
It was only noon and Bobby was already thinking about his date with Claire that evening. 
She wanted him to come to her house for dinner, he was kind of glad for that. He'd feel 
less nervous if they weren't out in public.  
 
He was already planning what he was going to wear. His kind of clingy gray sweater and 
a jacket he looked good in. That and his black dress slacks. He already knew she kind of 
liked his build so he may as well play to his strong points.  
 
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Claire was planning what she would wear that evening as well. She knew Bobby liked to  
see her legs. He'd complimented her on them often enough, so she'd chosen one of her 
favorite dresses, in a soft blue material, that moved when she did.  
 
She wasn't the best cook but she did have her specialties. She was making baked chicken  
with salad, potatoes and cheese cake for dessert. She was rather proud of her cheese cake. 
And she knew Bobby had a sweet tooth.  
 
"Hello Bobby, please come in." She almost ran to the door when he arrived. Pavlov  
following at her heels, he even barked when she opened the door.  
 
"Hi, these are for you." Bobby had debated if he should bring her flowers or not, his old 
fashioned ways won out. He'd gotten her a mixed bouquet with a few roses and other  
flowers.  
 
"Oh, how sweet of you, thank you." Claire welcomed him into her house and took a sniff 
of his gift.  
 
more later you all 
 
 
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"Dinner smells wonderful." Bobby moved into the room and leaned down to greet  
Pavlov. "Hey, there pup. How are you?" He petted the small dog, who stood on his 
hind legs and rested his front paws on Bobby shin.  
 
"You've made a friend I see." Claire smiled at them both, "Please have a seat. I'll  
just go put these in some water." She was floating, as she walked back to the kitchen 
for a vase.  
 
Bobby took a seat on the couch, and Pavlov joined him, putting a paw on his knee 
asking for more attention. Bobby didn't mind he liked dogs, he'd have one of his own 
if his hours weren't so unpredictable.  
 
"He'll make a nuisance of himself if you let him." Claire returned from the kitchen 
and took the seat across from him. He looked smashing, the sweater he was wearing 
showed off his wonderful build. She noticed as soon as she'd opened the door.  
 
"You look beautiful tonight, I don't think I've seen that dress before." Bobby told her. 
 
"Thank you it's a favorite, I don't wear it often. How is your shoulder feeling?" 
 
"It's almost one hundred percent, my physical therapist says I'll be done the end of 
the week." Bobby was glad to report he was all healed. 
 
"That's wonderful Bobby. I'm so glad."  
 
The timer sounded in the kitchen then and she excused herself to go get the food 
out of the oven. Bobby followed her, "Can I do anything?" 
 
"You can pour the wine, or what ever you'd care to drink with dinner."  
She knew he wasn't supposed to drink much with his medications, but she would let 
him decide.  
 
"White wine is good." Bobby found the bottle on the side board in ice. 
 
He poured them each a glass and waited for her to take her seat, before he took his.  
 
They talked during the meal, Bobby complimented her cooking at least twice. 
He helped her clear the dishes, she was standing by the sink when he had an 
impulse he just decided to go with. He slipped his arms around her waist and 
placed a kiss behind her ear.  
 
Claire leaned her head to one side and sighed. This encouraged him to continue 
he kissed the pulse beat in her neck, then gently turned her so he could kiss her 
waiting lips. They stood in the kitchen kissing, the water still running in the 
background for several minutes.  
 
Claire slid her hands under his jacket and caressed Bobby's back, as their mouths 
investigated each other. She couldn't remember being kissed so thoroughly, she 
was nearly overcome. When his mouth left hers for a moment she whispered. 
"Let me catch my breath, we have all night." Claire swallowed her eyes closed 
during their make out session, when she opened them to look at Bobby she 
was struck at once by the love she saw in his eyes for her.  
 
Bobby reached past her and shut off the water. He'd effected her more strongly than 
he'd intended, he wasn't trying to get her to bed. He just wanted to let her know his 
feelings were real. 
 
Her hands were spread wide over his back, her finger pads kneading the muscles. 
She loved the feel of his strength under her hands. She'd never been drawn to a  
man who was as physically impressive as Bobby. She wanted to investigate more. 
 
Bobby was waiting for her to signal she was ready for more, or she wanted him to 
stop. He wouldn't rush her, he'd been in love with her for what seemed like ages, 
he would wait.  
 
"Perhaps we should move into the bedroom." Claire whispered, almost afraid to say 
what she'd been thinking. But she somehow knew the decision was hers.  
 
"What ever you want sweetheart." He smiled and placed a kiss on the corner of her  
mouth. Bobby stepped back and took her hand in his, walking a head of her slightly 
through the doorway. Then turning to face her in the hall, he kissed her again, a  
soft gentle kiss, meant only as affection. He was sensing some hesitation.  
" Lead the way." He was giving her an out if she wanted it.  
 
Claire was nervous she hadn't been with a man in a while. But she wasn't about to pass  
up the chance to make love with Bobby. She cupped the back of his head with one hand 
and kissed him deeply, to let him know he was what she wanted. Then she pulled him 
by the hand and began to climb the stairs.  
 
Bobby was grinning like a fool, as he followed her, Pavlov running up the stairs and  
jumping on the bed. Claire slipped off her shoes, and turned towards Bobby.  
He was admiring the room, and the large bed against the far wall.  
"This is a nice room."  
 
"Thank you, I'm glad you like it." Claire lifted her hands to his jacket and lifted it from  
his shoulders. Bobby shrugged out it, watching her face, she was smiling.  
"I've been thinking about this for weeks, I want to undress you, if you will allow me to?"  
Claire didn't want to be the aggressor so much as she wanted to explore him. But she was 
aware that a man of his personality type might not enjoy her taking the lead. So she was 
asking for permission.  
 
"I'm all yours Claire." Bobby's eyes locked with hers, he'd never had a partner that  
asked before. For her he'd do just about anything, so allowing her to undress him was a 
small thing to ask.  
 
Claire moved to lay the jacket on a chair by the wall, then returned to him circling around 
him from behind, a hand tracing over the width of his shoulders.  
"You're sure your shoulder is healed, I won't hurt you?"  
 
"It's fine, don't worry." Bobby swallowed and fought for control.  
 
Claire kissed him and slipped her hands under the hem of his sweater, his abdomen was  
taunt, and hot to he touch. She pushed the sweater up his body, going slowly savoring the 
feel of his hard body. Over his ribs, the hard rise of his pectoral muscles. Then off, she  
tossing it to the chair and kissed him while her hands explored, stroking and caressing . 
 
Bobby groaned at the feel of her hands on his hot skin, she wasn't just touching him  
she was caressing him. His breathing was becoming rapid already, he lifted a hand to 
her head as they kissed and buried it in her silky golden hair.  
 
Claire wanted to continue, but she was already aroused to the point that she just wanted 
to throw him on the bed and … 
She lost all of her resolve to experience him before they made love, she couldn't wait. 
"Umm, you make me so hot Bobby." There was more she wanted to tell him but she 
was again lost to the experience of kissing him. His hand was stoking over her back, 
the other buried in her hair. She could tell he was as aroused as she was, and she was 
thrilled. They continued to stand there kissing, being the exact same height as your 
partner had some advantages. Bobby groaned at one point and moved his mouth from 
hers' to her jaw, her neck, the pulse point on her throat. Claire was melting under his  
masterful attention. Bobby realized this and guided her the few feet the bed, easing 
her down on the mattress and bracing his weight over her. They kissed, and tasted, 
he dipped inside the neck of her dress, kissing the rise of her breast.  
 
"Claire you are so beautiful, I can't stop, please don't ask me to." Bobby sighed 
between kisses.  
 
" I want you Bobby, I won't ask you to stop. " She moaned.  
 
Together they undressed each other, lifting and tugging, until she was naked beneath 
him. She'd only gotten a quick glimpse of him, before he was covering her with his 
hard body, but he was magnificently aroused for her.  
 
Bobby made sure she was prepared, and more than ready for him. He wanted to 
please her more than he'd ever wanted anything in his life.  
"Please Bobby, I need you now." he'd waited for her to say the words.  
He had his control locked down, he wanted to hear her pleasure, to feel 
her response before he allowed his own.  
 
Claire was so aroused she was hardly responding to his actions, other than her 
sighs and moans to encourage him. When the first wave of climax over took  
her she cried out his name, along with God's. Then it just built from there 
by the time he reached his own release she was nothing but a puddle of  
contented, satisfied female.  
 
Bobby stay braced over her, even as he climaxed. He kissed her softly on the lips 
then eased beside her, to recover. His breathing returned to normal quickly. 
Claire beside him moved to lay her head on his chest, he gathered her to his 
side and sighed. He kissed her temple, he liked to cuddle.  
 
"Umm, you are fantastic." she whispered, a hand sliding over his chest to 
the curve of his neck and shoulder, the good shoulder. She traced the cords 
of muscle with her finger tips. "Let me hold on to you for a little while."  
She knew that keeping him in bed after would be the true test of his 
feelings for her. How long would he humor her, when he had gotten  
what he wanted?  
 
" I was going to ask if I could hold you." Bobby tightened his hold on her 
and sighed again.  
 
"Really?" She was surprised. 
 
" I kind of like to cuddle, after, before. Just because." Bobby confessed.  
 
"Then you are truly unique, but I already knew that." Claire leaned up to look 
into his beautiful dark eyes. "I think I've fallen in love with you Bobby so 
you must be honest with me."  
 
"I know I love you, I have for awhile." He smiled up at her.  
 
Claire smiled and snuggled back down onto his chest, wrapping her arm around 
his body tightly. "Stay and sleep with me." She asked. 
 
"Always, I'll never get enough of having you in my arms." Bobby kissed her temple 
again.  
 
Claire sighed, please God if this is a dream I don't want to wake up..  
 
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