I own none of these characters. NBC does. I think. Anyway, here's the thing: Everyone goes on about Eames –Bobby, so I thought, hey, Bobby- Eames. Enjoy! Sob!

She came in and sat down with the fresh bunch of flowers she had bought for him. The sunlight glanced in through the window and off his pale skin. Eames smiled. He looked so peaceful, his hands folded neatly on his stomach. Eames felt a hot tear roll over her cheek. Her Bobby. Big, bad Bobby, but kind Bobby. Bobby who always protected her. Bobby and his smart, smart head.

Eames felt the tears hot behind her eyes now. Bobby didn't want her to cry, she knew it. His bright, inquisitive brown eyes were hidden behind his eyelids, which were home to soft, curly black lashes. His face was softer now; the worry and stress lines smoothed in his sleep.

Alex put the flowers down and got up out of the chair. His business jacket lay neatly folded beside him, but not from his own doing. She pushed his curly fringe out of the way and planted a soft kiss on his forehead. Bobby might've stirred, but Alex didn't notice. She sat back down, her head in her hands, staring desperately at her partner. Big, brave Bobby Goren. Reduced to this.

Alex knew it had been his worst nightmare, that he had tried to hide it, but he couldn't. Not for long. The medication had done the trick for a while, but the constant stress he was under had set him off. Eames wiped her eyes. If Deakins saw her like this, he would have never have let her come to see her partner. Deakins didn't understand. How could he? He had never had a partner like Bobby.

Eames looked up at her partner. It seemed ridiculous that her Bobby, so tall and brave, should be this person covered in a peach-coloured sheet. Alex allowed herself a laugh. Bobby would probably have complained about the colour being 'girly'. She remembered how he could make her laugh. He took some getting used to, but when you were in, you were in.

'Alexandra Eames?' came the voice. Alex turned and faced the intruder on her thoughts. She paled.

'Is it really time already? I haven't even said goodbye yet,' she protested. The intruder smiled sadly.

'I don't think Bobby can hear you, but if you touch him, I think he'll feel you,' the doctor said quietly. Alex couldn't stop the tears now. Sobbing uncontrollably, Alex Eames kissed her partner-in-crime-fighting several times on the forehead. She didn't know how to say goodbye to the most important person in her life.

'Bobby, come back to me,' she whispered. His eyes twitched, but he didn't move. Alex sobbed.

'I... I love you, Bobby Goren. I always did and I always will. My big, brave Bobby Goren, I'll never say goodbye. I'll see you soon,' she cried softly. The doctor led her away while the nurses switched Bobby's life-support off. Alex bawled as she recalled the night Bobby had been shot. He would have made it out of the alley if the preventative medicine for his hereditary schizophrenia hadn't slowed his instincts.

Alex jerked her head up. The doctor in the private hospital came out and sat beside her.

'He's gone,' he said softly. Alex died that moment. She would live one, but inside, she died with Bobby. The one man she truly loved.