"Man, I haven't been on a stakeout in forever."

"Oh what fun we've missed." Goren raised an eyebrow, and looked at his partner.

Alex grinned and pulled her sweater tighter around her.

"Are you cold?"

"Just a little. It would be nice if we could turn the heat on."

"Mm." Goren stretched out a bit more, as much as he could in the small space. "You know.."

"Don't even start."

"What? What did you think I was going to say?"

Eames narrowed her eyes at him.

"You were going to offer to warm me up."

"Oh, you wish. I mean, lovely as you are Alex," He smiled and leaned towards her a little bit. "That would hardly be professional."

"Yeah, when I think of Robert Goren, the first word that comes to mind is "professional." You are nothing if not by the book."

He grinned and they lapsed into silence. They were sitting outside a dark suburban house, watching for any signs of life, and none were forthcoming.

"My butt hurts." Eames muttered.

"Gum?" Goren offered her a pack of orbit.

"That was quite the non-sequitur," She laughed.

"You know, every time you complain about your ass hurting, something happens and we have to get on our feet." Goren eyed her with feigned suspicion.

"What are you talking about?"

"Remember the Van Acker case?"

"Yeah.. and?"

"When we were staking out the sewers."

"We weren't 'staking out the sewers.'"

"Whatever, the second you complained about your ass getting cold, our guy showed up."

"You really think there's a connection between my ass and apprehension of suspects?"

Goren rolled his eyes toward the window, and tried to remain straight faced.

"Well, not exactly. I mean, I can't really imagine your ass making anyone apprehensive.."

She punched him lightly in the arm and he laughed.

"...You sure put a lot of thought into my ass."

"Well, my theory seems to be flawed."

"Hmm?"

"We're still sitting here."

"True." She sighed deeply, and pushed her shoulders back. "When are we getting relieved?"

"Not for another half hour."

"I'm starving."

"Me too."

"What are the odds that the second we get relieved, Patrick will waltz up to that house and the other team will arrest him.. and call us right back here?"

"Too good. I'm not taking that bet."

"Wise man. D'ya think that if we're really significantly inebriated they'll call us out? Or do you think that they'd just lock him up for the night."

"You sneaky.." He grinned.

"Sneaky what?"

"Brilliant, conniving love of my life?"

"Oh, I like that. That's good."

Eames yawned, then Goren did too.

"I think when cops go to hell.. they are forever doomed to stakeouts."

"I don't think I'll ever sit again."

"I'm warning you now, Goren, I'm blasting heat when we get out of here."

"Can I roll my window down now? I'm sweating at the thought."

"God no."

"I was kidding, Eames," He laughed at the look on her face.

"Hey, you guys ready to go home?" The voice crackled over the two way.

"But we were having so much fun..." Eames mutters.

Goren laughs softly as he picks up the two way. "Yeah, we were taking bets on how long it would take you two to find the place."

more? Please R&R!