Disclaimer: Really, not mine.

A/N: I'm ba-ack! And I'm jetlagged. And I was in the first car accident of my life (don't worry, I wasn't hurt). And I have LOTS of ideas for fanfiction... Hope you like this part of it... And just to be clear, if you want me to continue, I need an idea for it. I get writers block really easily.

Synchronous

Together, Detective Goren and Detective Eames looked tough. It wasn't the sort of tough of Hollywood's weather-beaten cops, it was the toughness that came from a meshing of their minds, a sense that they shared one brain, and no matter how hard you tried, you'd never be able to get around it. They projected a wall, one that criminals hesitated to try for. Very few people ever dodged it, and it seemed to precede them wherever they went, and intimidating calling card.

Alex and Bobby looked comfortable. There was no other word for it. They always seemed to be able to finish each other's sentences, and they often unconsciously anticipated the other's movements. It was a familiarity like that normally seen between couples, but deeper somehow. They could be quietly in the background or laughing in the spotlight, but either way it was hard to imagine a pair more relaxed.

Detective Goren and Detective Eames were hard-hitting, uncompromising, wary, and cops, through and through. The job came first, and they threw themselves into it single-mindedly. There was an air of ruthlessness to them, one that helped them solve more cases than anyone else. They ignored commendations, because that wasn't why they did what they did.

Bobby and Alex were friendly, hard working, and honest. They collaborated, willing to share ideas and bounce them around. They made an effective undercover team because they gave off an image of being somebody's neighbor, friend, relative. Nobody worried about them, and they'd even heard old women muttering to their husbands about "that young couple, so in love."

Detective Goren and Detective Eames were two people who backed each other up and worked incredibly well together. Though Detective Goren occasionally snapped and raged around the room, for the most part they were the models of perfect detectives. He wore suits and ties, and she wore blouses and nice slacks. They were the sort of police officers that you would never expect to see outside of an official capacity.

Bobby and Alex were one person in two bodies. Even their captain realized that to split them up would be madness. They rarely argued, because arguing with yourself is pointless. They lounged, laughing at jokes and spouting random facts. Bobby usually took his jacket off half way through the day, rolling up his sleeves and loosening his tie. When he did, Alex would slide her feet out of her heels, and he'd smile at the sigh of relief she gave when she flattened her aching arches on the floor. They looked good in those clothes, but they could look equally at home in jeans and a t-shirt. They were the sort of cops you could see yourself running into in a grocery store.

Alex and Bobby simmered just below the surface of Detectives Goren and Eames. When one appeared, they usually drew out the other, but the reverse was true as well. Detective Goren and Detective Eames called to each other as well, and so the balance was preserved. Those that knew them well realized that even though they appeared to be so different, each one loved all the facets of the other. And that tied it all together, and kept the world as it should be.