#robert goren x reader

[bullet-prooflove]

How about this for either Alden or Bobby:

“you’re more than just a one night stand”

You don’t talk about what happened at your brother’s engagement party.

The fact that Bobby had taken you to bed that night, made you see God.

It’s a one-night thing, you think when the two of you sit across from each other in the precinct. A little wine, a little music, a little dancing. You’d both got lost in the moment.

The thing is…

It’s the best sex you’ve had in your life.

You’ve never met someone so attuned to your needs, your wants, your desires. When you look at him, you can’t help but think of his firm, heated form pressing against yours, his mouth whispering those sweet, honied words in your ear.

It’s on the way out that he catches up with you. You have your gym bag slung over your shoulder as you head towards your car.

“We should talk about last night.” He murmurs as he falls into step with you.

“I think you made it pretty clear it was just a one-night thing when you disappeared this morning.” You remind him, hitting the button to unlock your car.

He deserves that. He’d slipped from the sheets in the early hours of the morning, no note no explanation. The nursing home upstate had called him, his mom was having a bad reaction to the medication he was on. He would have mentioned it this morning, but the bullpen was crowded, and he didn’t want anyone overhearing your business.

The NYPD isn’t kind to women who sleep with other officers, he’d get a slap on the back, and you’d get a reputation. It had been excruciating, waiting out the day but he would never do anything that would jeopardise your career. You mean too much to him.

“You’re more than a just one-night stand to me.” He tells you, his ducking his head so he can read the expression on your features.  “You must know that.”

There’s such an earnestness in him that you can’t help but feel yourself thaw.

“I haven’t been with anyone since Michael.” You find yourself telling him. “I’m not… I don’t know how things work.”

You’re talking about your ex-husband, the one who cheated on you, the one who’d tried to seduce you last night when you were there with Bobby. That’s what had started this whole thing, the thought of that man taking you to bed, making you his own again. It had unleashed something inside of Bobby, something primal and raw. When you’d kissed him at the bar, he’d lost all sense of control. He’d ended up going down on you at the venue, your dress hiked up over your hips, your fingers tugging at his curls as he fucked you with his tongue. He’d taken you home after that, undressing you with eager fingertips and an urgent mouth.

He wants that again, he wants to spend his nights exploring your body, learning all the ways in which he can make you say his name.

“How about we get dinner tonight?” He asks you, the edges of his mouth twitching up into a smile. “I’m sure the two of us can figure it out.”

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[yourlocalmerchgirl]

Your Person

Bobby Goren X neurodivergent F!reader

Summary: Bobby has spent most if his life feeling like he didn't belong, that it wasn't possible for him to connect with someone the way everyone else does, that is until me meets you, his person.

Warnings: Cannon level violence and language. So much fluff, love and acceptance. mentions of Panic, anxiety and death/dying. Minimal use of Y/N. Very little physical description of reader

Authors note: This is story was a labor of love and my love letter to Bobby Goren and the way Vincent D'Onofrio played him. I've never connected with or seen myself represented in a character the way I do with Bobby Goren. I dont think you need to of seen Law and Order: Criminal Intent to enjoy this story.

The midsummer sun shinned down on Bobby’s face as he walked to the coffee shop. The sun feels similar to warmth that spreads throughout his chest whenever he sees you. The smile you always give him. God that smile. It’s different than the smile you give everyone else around you.

He can’t help but smile thinking about the day you met. How flustered and embarrassed you were when you’d run into him causing his coffee to spill everywhere. How he felt something tug In his chest when your big hazel eyes looked into his when you realized it spilled on him. He wanted to wrap his arms around you and tell you it was ok when it was clear you were prepared to be yelled at.

Bobby knew the moment he started falling for you. He tried to fight it at first because it scared the shit out of him. Pretty much resigning to the fact that he’d always be alone. His job was demanding, which was hard for a lot people to deal with. So he had stopped entraining anything that wasn’t serious. He wanted someone to share a life with, someone that would accept him, quarks and all. So he didn’t want to waste what little free time he had with someone who only wanted sex.

As he dips into the cafe the cashier greets him with a tired smile.

“Welcome in, just to let you know we close in 10 minutes”

“No problem, I’ll have a large coffee cream and sugar”

“Oh, Ah is (y/n) in today?”

“Umm I’m going to grab the owner” she replies eyeing him suspiciously.

Bobby doesn’t blame her, she doesn’t know him, he hasn’t been in, in about a month. She’s doing the safe thing by getting someone.

“Hey, theres this guy out front that I’ve never seen before asking for Y/N”

“Ok, I’ll go up and check it out. Why don’t you start your end of day tasks”

Stacey makes her way to the front to see who’s asking for you. She’s very happy to see it’s Bobby, the one person you’ve really taking a liking too since he started coming in.

“Hey Bobby, sorry about that”

“It’s no problem, I know she was just being safe, doing the right thing”

“She’s here, back in her usual spot doing some ordering on her laptop” Stacey says as she hands him his coffee.

“I wont stay long, I know your trying to close up”

“You’re welcome to stay as long as you want. She’ll be really happy to see you, but you didn’t hear that from me” Stacey chuckles.

She’ll be happy to see me?

Bobby is rounding the corner into the seating area at the exact moment you happen to look up from your laptop.

The way you light up sends a sea of warmth crashing against his chest. He waves awkwardly and you return the wave.

“Hi” he say unable to contain the smile dancing across his face.

“Bobby! Hi. You’re alright?” The smile creeps across your face.

“What do you mean I’m alright?” He asks tilting his head to the side to watch your expression as he sits.

Fuck. You can feel your skin heating up as you pull your eyes down too your laptop.

He realizes by your reaction that he sounded accusatory when he didn’t mean too.

“I didn’t mean for that to sound that way”

“I didn’t mean anything by it, it’s just been a while since I’d seen you in…uh not that I expect you to come in. I know you’re busy. I um just was worried when it had been a while.” At this point youre face is on fire, you’re making an absolute fool of yourself with your word vomit.

She worries about me

“We’ve had several intense cases back to back. We pretty much were working around the clock. Only went home to sleep. Not that I was really sleeping either.” He says studying you intently, trying desperately to figure out if you feel the palpable connection that’s between the two of you.

“I wish I’d know, I would have brought some stuff from the cafe down for you and your partner.”

“That’s really very sweet of you”

“It’s not like you come in everyday, but regularly enough that I just thought something might of happened to you in the line of duty” you say without thinking, almost like you’d forgotten you were talking to him.

Bobby tilts his head trying to look at your face.

“You really were worried about me. I didn’t mean to worry you”

The realization crashing down on you like a brick. Fuck. I really said that out loud.

“I ah. Man I’m saying a lot of things. I’m sorry I’m trying not to be weird. Didn’t really mean to say that out loud” you say dragging your hands down your face as you pull your eyes up to find him already looking at you.

His deep brown eyes are soft, his smile kind as he watches you.

“No it’s not like that. It’s nice to know someone’s worried about me.”

“I’m sure lots of people are worried about you, you’re pretty awesome.”

OH MY GOD. I need to stop talking. What the hell am I doing. This man is not interested in my flattery. Where is literally anyone to cut into this conversation to save me from myself.

Just then as if you materialized her yourself you notice Stacey over Bobby’s shoulder coming towards the two of you.

“Did our girl over here tell you she’s testing out some new recipes for the bakery case? And that she’s knocking it out of park?”

“No she didn’t, she must of forgotten to tell me how much of a badass she is.”

Your face is beat read at that point, meanwhile the both of them are smiling ear to ear talking about you.

“Yea she’s like that, she’s too modest really. I tell her all the time she needs to brag about her pastries more often”

“Man you two are quiet the pair today” you laugh

“Besides, why brag about myself, I’m just an average baker. I’m no Gordon Ramsay”

“I don’t see Gordon Ramsay making apple danishes and apple bread. I bet you could kick his ass” Stacey adds as you all begin to laugh.

Bobby relishes bring included in this moment of banter. Seeing how light and free you are when your wall is completely down and there’s no anxiety in sight.

“I’d love to try them, can I?” Bobby cuts in.

He doesn’t miss the way your face lights up at his comment.

“Sure, I think there’s still some left from my test batch this morning let me go check”

You say before going out back to check.

“Can I ask you something about her?” Bobby asks, his voice soft with a hint of hesitation.

“Of corse you can, though I might not give you a answer”

Bobby can’t help but smile at Stacey’s direct protectiveness of you. He’s happy you have a friend like her.

“Does she have a boyfriend?”

“No she doesn’t” Stacey says arching your eyebrow in curiosity.

“Do you think she’d want to go to dinner with me?”

Stacey looks over her shoulder to see if you were coming before answering.

“I’m going to be real honest for a second. Yes, honestly I think she would love to go to dinner with you. She really enjoys when you come in and truly was worried something had happened to you when you didn’t for a while. But with that being said don’t ask her if you’re not serious about going actually. Don’t ask her just to blow her off or to only get what you want when it’s convenient for you.”

“I get where your coming from”

“I’m not trying to say you’re the type to do that. She just-she has a big heart and people love to take advantage of that. She doesn’t trust or open up easy. At times she has crippling anxiety. So just be patient with her. Your smart and perspective, I’m sure you’ve noticed that her anxiety eases when she sees that you’re here”

Bobby knows exactly what Stacey’s talking about. He picked up on your anxiety immediately, notcing that over time when he’d come in at peak times you’d sometimes be drowning in your anxiety. But he swore you’d look up and connect eyes with you and he’d see your expression soften, your body become less tense. He always thought it was his eyes playing tricks on him, letting himself see what he wanted to see. But Stacey confirming it was real made the fire in his chest burn hotter.

As they can hear you coming back Stacey leans in quickly to Bobby so you don’t hear.

“She finds comfort in you, please don’t take that for granted”

Bobby nods, you’re too close now to respond. He appreciates the serious heart to heart with Stacey.

“Hey sorry it took so long, I think they taste better heated up so I was waiting for the little oven to heat up so I could warm them up for you”

“Well I’ll leave you guys to it, I’ll be in the office for a bit doing payroll. Welcome back Bobby, it was nice to see you” Stacey offers before leaving the two of you alone.

“Thank you, you didn’t have to go through all that trouble for me”

“Oh no it’s no worries, really. Oh I ah should have asked do you need it packed up? You probably need to get back to work.”

“Im actually all done for the day. But I can go, I’m sure you want to go home.” Bobby says as he starts to stand, worried he’s over stayed his welcome.

“Oh ok, here let me pack these up for you”

You’re disappointed, Bobby can tell by your tone. He feels clueless navigating stuff like this sometimes. He never wants to come off as over baring or clingy, he’s been sold so many times that needy guys aren’t attractive.

“It was nice to see you today, hope you like the pastries” you offer unable to tamp down your smile. There was just something about Bobby that drew you too him, that made you feel like there’s this electricity between the two of you.

Bobby’s half way through the doorway when he doubles back. His hearts pounding but he just has to do it.

“Sorry, one more thing. Would you like to go to dinner with me sometime?”

“Like…on a date?” You ask shifting on your feet nervously. It couldn’t be could it?

“Yes, If you’d want that. If not id still like to go as friends.” Bobby wonders if you can see if his heart pounding in is chest because, fuck- he was nervous.

“I’d really like that…to go on a date with you”

A genuine smile rolls so quickly over both of your faces as both of you look at each other in awe.

You go around the counter to get a piece of paper and a pen.

“Here, this is my number just let me know when it works with your schedule and I can make it work with mine”

“Heres mine as well”

The way your fingers graze his when you take his card send electricity shooting through his whole body.

“I’m off the whole week because of all the over time I’ve worked, are you free tomorrow or is that to short notice?”

“No, that works for me I can do that”

Your smile makes Goren feel like he’s the only person in the world.

“Does 5 o’clock work?”

“Works for me”

“Where can I pick you up?”

“You can pick me up here”

“Oh ah I don’t want to rush you, making you get ready here”

“Oh” you let out a little laugh. “I just live upstairs. Stacey and I both do”

“Just ring the buzzer for Apartment 1 next to the graffiti covered door and I’ll come right down”

——————————————————————

The buzzer sounds as you quickly pad across your apartment to the call box.

“Hello”

“Hey it’s Bobby, sorry I’m a little early”

“It’s ok, let me grab my shoes and I’ll be right down”

Bobby fidgets with his hands, rubbing his thumb into the palm of the opposite hand while he waits.

He can’t help the smile that comes at just hearing the door click open and it only grows as you open the door and step out on to the sidewalk. The way the early evening sun hits you makes you look ethereal.

“You look beautiful, I like your dress” Bobby beams.

“Thank you so much, I had to get it when I saw it, but never had a reason to wear it” you smile.

“You look very handsome” you try to turn away but he catches a glimpse of you blushing. Bobby thinks it’s so cute when to get shy like this.

“I really like your suite, it’s a nice color on you” you say reaching over and rubbing the fabric between your index finger and thumb. “It’s soft too” you say with a smile.

Bobby lets out a content hum, the sound makes you painfully aware that you actually did in-fact feel the fabric of his suite coat.

“Oh god I’m sorry” you say pulling your focus to the ground. “I have this bad habit of feeling the texture of things”

“It’s ok, I get it. You’re a tactile person. Please don’t feel bad. I also have a bad habit of touching things. Picking things up and checking them out or playing with them. And most people really don’t like it when you touch their stuff. I try not to but I just can’t help myself.”

“You can feel my dress if you want”

Bobby can’t help but smile at the gesture and the meaning behind it.

His finger tips lightly graze the bare skin of your arm as he takes the fabric of your sleeve between his fingers.

The little giggle that bubbles out of you when the sensation of his touch tickles you leaves him breathless.

To any just passerby this scene unfolding must look awkward. And it is, but it is the must beautiful kind of awkward. The both of you showing vulnerable glimpses of yourselves to one another and being met with nothing but acceptance.

“Do you like Italian food? There’s a great place near here I thought I could take you too, if you’d like”

“I love Italian, that sounds great”

The two of you fall into comfortable small talk as you walk to the restaurant.

The two of you are met with a warm happy welcome when you walk into a quaint restaurant.

“Welcome back, Bobby! Your usual table and meal tonight?” The hostess says with a smile.

He comes here often

“I…ah actually would like table for two tonight” Bobby responds as he turns to smile at you.

“Wonderful, right this way” the waitress beams

“Their food is very good here. The veal parmesan is my favorite but you really can’t go wrong with anything here”

“Can I get anything else to drink besides water for the two of you?”

“I’ll have a glass of red wine please”

“And for you miss?”

“Oh, just water is ok for me”

“I’ll ah I’ll just stick with water too”

“No, no it’s ok, please have the wine”

“Sorry I should have asked if you were ok with alcohol.”

“Really it’s ok. It’s not like that. I just… I’m admittedly very nervous about tonight so if I mix that with alcohol, I’ll just talk your ear off” you laugh.

“I think I’d like that” he smiles. He could listen to you talk all night long.

It’s at this point you’re painfully aware that the restaurant is getting very busy. A huge party arrived taking over one whole side of the tiny space. You’re trying to ignore it, to just focus on the sound of Bobby’s soothing voice. You so badly want tonight to go well, and certainly having a panic attack within the middle of the restaurant would not help in that.

The two of you order dinner, as the loud drone of conversations are crashing together. Your heart starts pounding as all the chatter becomes impossible to sort through. You squirming around in your seat as you try to sooth yourself doesn’t go unnoticed by Bobby. He sees your pulse quickening in the glow of the restaurant, as your eyes squeeze shut. He knows right away you’re having a panic attack without you having to say anything as he springs into action.

Quietly he goes up to the hostess, explaining that you’re not feeling well and asks to pay for dinner and for it to-go.

When he turns back you’re gripping the table so tightly your knuckles are white.

Bobby kneels down next to you,smoothing his hand up and down your back. The way you relax into his touch fills his chest with that familiar warm sensation.

“Why don’t we go” he softly says into your ear.

I really fucking did it now

Letting out a pained sigh you slowly stand. You can’t even bring yourself to look at him as he guides the two of you out of the restaurant, his hand never leaving your lower back.

“Are you ok?” He tilts his head trying to look at your face.

You can feel yourself retreated further and further inward, embarrassed and upset with yourself.

“I should go, I’m sorry I ruined your night. Thank you for taking me out, or atleast trying too”

You turn to walk away but Bobby reaches out for your arm, stopping you in your tracks.

“Please wait. I’ll take you home if you’d like. But you need to know you’d your not ruining my night.”

“That’s very nice of you but…” you start but Bobby cuts you off when he sees tears in your eyes.

“Hey, do you like ice cream? What if we got ice cream and walked around the park?

“Wait you want to continue our date by getting ice cream when we couldn’t even get though dinner”

“I won’t tell if you won’t” Bobby smirks

“Ok” you smile

“Maybe there will be a lot of ducks at the pound” you say smiling up at him as the two of you exit the ice cream parlor.

“You like animals” it’s less of a question and more of making a mental note out loud.

“I do. I love animals. I like them more than most people because all they want is to give and receive unconditional love. They don’t judge you. They’re just there for you.”

“I never thought about it that way, but you’re right. It really is unfair that some of us have to feel that way.”

“It is because I don’t think you ever fully get used to being an acquired for most people. I just wish It hadn’t taken me so long to realize most people were just using me.”

Bobby’s both saddened and surprised by your comment. On one hand it hurts him that you’ve ever had to feel this way, that you’ve had to experience that same kind of loneliness. And on the other hand he’s never had someone pull the thoughts right out of his own head, to be able put to words to what that exact feeling is like.

A thought occurred to Bobby- Would she let me hold her hand. Before he can stop himself hes sliding his hand softly down your fore arm to lace his fingers with yours.

“Is this ok?” Bobby asks bashfully asks as the two of you enter the park.

The way you lock eyes with him when you answer, the way you’re filled with pure happiness radiating off of you makes the breath catch in his throat. He’s never felt this free before with anyone and he’s prepared to make sure you feel that you’ll always feel that way too.

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That one date turned into the two of you seeing eachother every day that week that Bobby was off.

That week turned into months, 4 months to be exact and as you burst onto the street below, your arms full of bags Bobby cant remember a time he was happier.

“What’s all this?” He laughs as he takes the bags as you two wait for a cab to his place.

“We havnt gotten to see each other in a couple weeks, I though I could cook dinner for us and we could just relax, watch some movies or read.”

“You don’t have to go through all that trouble”

“Well I want too, besides I got a new cookbook with some of the gift cards you gave me for the bookstore. So there’s some stuff I’ve been dying to make.

“ you know.. you didn’t have to do that you know. You didn’t have to send that gift card over”

“I know. But I was upset I couldn’t take you to the book store to get that new book you’ve been excited about. Were you able to get it?”

“Yes! I was able to get the last signed edition they had” you beam up at him, unable to contain your excitement.

“I havnt finished it yet, but it’s so good Bobby! I brought it so you could see it, can I show you?”

“Of course” he smiles as he leans against you, looking on as you show him the book.

“Do you mind if shower quickly?”

“Of course, no rush. I’ll get started on dinner. Take your time, don’t worry about me” you coo, wrapping your arms around his neck as you push yourself up on your tippy toes to kiss him.

As Bobby wipes the steam covered mirror with his towel he can’t help but stare at his own reflection, desperate to see himself the way you see him. Everything about being around you feels like a dream, still In disbelief that a girl like you would choose to spend time with him. That a girl like you who’s so kind, patient and loving wants him in her world.

Bobby knew he wasn’t for everyone, that most people thought he was to weird, obsessive and by the book. He had a short fuse when it came to other peoples bullshit and could be somewhat of a loose cannon but the moment someone made comments about him he would shrink back into himself because deep down he always believed their hateful words.

But when you look at him, your eyes are always filled with a level of love and empathy that he’s never received from anyone before. Bobby knows he’s weird, that there’s a lot about himself and his personality that he can’t help. When it comes to you though he feels free, he never feels out of place or like he doesn’t fit into society when he’s with you.

The sight of you swaying to the music you have on as you cook makes his heart thunder in his chest.

I love this women

“Dance with me for a moment while dinner cooks” Bobby whispers, his breath fanning your neck as he wraps his arms around you nuzzling into you.

“I don’t know how too” you giggle, never getting enough when he’s like this- clingy and playfully romantic.

“It’s ok, follow my lead. I’ll teach you.” Bobby relishes moments like this. He loved teaching you things.

“There, that’s it, just like that” he coos as the two of you glide around the kitchen.

You let out the cutest content hum as you buried your face in his chest. He gradually slows the two of you to a stop as he holds you In the middle of the kitchen.

“What are you thinking about?” He asks kissing the crown of your head.

You tilt your head up to find his deep brown eyes watching you intently.

“I’m thinking about how happy you make me”

Just as he’s about to reply Bobby’s work phone starts ringing. He lets out a gravely growl.

“I’m sorry, that’s work I have to get it”

“It’s ok” you whisper stepping back to busy yourself taking dinner out of the oven. You try to hide the fact that you’re sad, but it’s useless, Bobby knows he can feel it, he knows your micro-expressions like the back of his hand.

“This is Goren” he answers the phone as he steps into the living room.

The rest of the phone call is in a quick hushed tone. You can tell Bobby’s frustrated by the call.

“I-I have to go. I’m really sorry. There’s a huge development in our case and they need me”

“It’s ok. I’ll just put this in the fridge and go too”

“No no. It’s ok please stay. Make yourself at home. I will be back I just don’t know when.”

“O-okay”

This couldn’t have come at a worse time is all Bobby can think as he makes his way to the station. You’re always so good about his schedule but this is the first time he’s had to leave abruptly like that for work and while you were at his place no less. A place you havnt been many times and he knows your probably anxious right now about being there alone.

“What’s the update?”

“The manager of a motel in the Catskills called the tip line saying a father and two children matching Nathan and his kids checked into his motel a couple of hours ago. Chef wants us to go out there and stake it out.”

“Alright let’s head out then”

——————————————————————

“Sorry to have to call you in Bobby” Eames says finally breaking the silence in the back of the stake out van.

“It’s fine, wasn’t trying to be short on the phone” Bobby waves his hand as he’s looking out the window.

“Eames I think I got something” he says handing her the binoculars.

“Over there at the vending machine, I think that’s Lilly, Nathan’s daughter”

“She was pretty glued to you when we were there for questioning drew you that picture, maybe she remembers you. If she does she could get us access to Nathan.”

Eames and Bobby cautiously approach the little girl at the vending machine.

“Hi Lily, do you remember me and my partner Alex? We came to your house a few times.”

“Yes, policeman Bobby. Did you hang my picture up?”

“Of course I did, right next to my desk just like I said.” Bobby says kneeling next to Lily.

“You did! I hope everyone likes it!” Lily’s eyes light up as she scoots closer to Bobby.

“Can you tell us where you dad and brother are?” Eames asks

“They are in the room. Dad and bothers hair is turning blonde but the room is really stinky so I came out here. Dad said mine would change too.”

“He’s bleaching their hair” Bobby says locking eyes with Eames.

“Sweetheart, do you think you could take us to the room, we’d like our hair blonde too.”

“Ok, but could I have some more chips? I’m hungry”

“Yes, let’s get you some more chips” Bobby says pulling a dollar from his pocket and slipping it into the machine and handing the chips to the girl.

“Can you show us the way? we don’t know where to go?”

“Mmhmm” Lily hums happily as her little hand grabs Bobby’s.

Bobby and Eames hang back a moment as Lily enters the room.

“Daddy! My friend are here and they got me some chips!”

Nathan looks up to unexpectedly to find the pair starring back at him, scrambling he draws his gun.

“Hey..hey point your gun at me not my partner.” Bobby’s voice booms

“We’re just here to talk Nathan, we walk to help you.”

“Bull shit you don’t want to help me. You don’t give a shit about me. You just want to take my family away.” Nathan gestures angrily, turning his attention back towards Eames.

“Hey what did I tell you focus on me, not my partner.”

“We do want to help you, and we will. We will make sure that you have access to therapy and meds on the inside.”

“Fuck you man I’m not going away, you’re not putting my kids with strangers” Nathan reaches for Lilly while waving his gun at Bobby.

“Daddy please stop shouting at my friends”

“Shut up, they’re not your friends, they want to take you away from me just like they did with mommy”

“Why don’t you let my partner take the kids to the diner to get some food and you and I will have a talk.”

“Give her your gun and phone, put them on the floor and slid them over to her, no funny business” Nathan motions his gun towards Eames.

Bobby does what he’s told. He knows it’s risky but he needs to get Eames and the kids out of here.

“Lily can you draw me some new pictures to hang up at work?”

“Ok I can do that” she says as she takes Eames and her brother’s hand and they all leave.

“You know she looks up to you, ever since the two of you came poking around the house asking question she’s talked about you guys nonstop. It’s pretty cruel to tell a child you care just to get what you want.”

“I’m not lying. I hung the picture up next to my desk.”

“You’re the one lying to her about us taking her mother away.”

“If you hadn’t of been hanging around asking questions….” Bobby cuts Nathan off mid sentence.

“Nathan. Your embezzling money, stealing from your clients. We’re doing our jobs asking questions.”

“If you didn’t come around asking questions that made my wife suspicious she’d still be alive.”

“Don’t put that on me. You killed your wife not me.” Bobby shouts unable to keep his cool any longer.

“You don’t get it do you? This is a eye for a eye situation”

“So what, you want to hurt me? You want hit me? Go ahead, give me the best you’ve got.” Goren snarls.

Nathan laughs

“Only one of us is leaving this room and it’s not going to be you Bobby”

“You’re really stooping to a new low threatening a detective.”

“It’s not a threat. Your not leaving this room alive”

Bobby’s starting to panic, his heart pounding against his chest as he try’s to figure a way out.

“If you kill me youll never see your kids again, you’ll loose everything.”

“I already lost everything when you forced me to kill my wife. My only choice is to take you out.” Nathan says as he takes a step closer

“And what are you going do when your daughter comes in here and sees you’ve killed her friend.”

“Do not talk about my daughter. She needs to learn that the world is cruel and that not everyone is what they seem” Nathan spits as he digs the gun into Bobby’s chest.

Bobby’s mind races as he try’s to slow his breathing. He knows Nathan wants to see him panicking, he’s desperately trying to ease his mind. In all of his career he’s never felt this close to death, he can’t do that to Eames or to you.

“Hope you told the person you have at home that you love them because you’ll never see them again”

In an instant all Bobby sees is your face, the way you looked into his eyes as he lead you around his kitchen in a dance. Everything about it was so simple and romantic and then you told him how happy he makes you. And then he never got to tell you how happy you make him, how he’s never loved anyone the way he loves you. The idea of never getting to see what life would be like with you makes him see red and he snaps.

“Well come on, do it if you’re going to do it” Bobby Growls. The pain of his thoughts being flooded with moments that would never be with you, hurts worse than death it’s self he’s sure of it.

A rapid secession of bangs rings out from the other side of the door rendering Nathan distracted for a slipt second. Bobby lunges forward grabbing ahold of the gun and kicking his knee trying to knock him down.

He pushes against Bobby causing him to stumble back, he attempts to take a shot at Bobby but when does he pushes hard back into him. The bullet lodges into the wall as Nathan regains his footing holding the gun on Bobby.

Eames bursts through the door in this moment.

“Nathan drop your weapon” she shouts holding her gun on him.

“Your going to have to shoot me or I’m going to shoot your partner”

Nathan lunges torwards Bobby and with out hesitation Eames shoots him in the b chest in self defense.

Bobby sits there in the back of the van, his head in his hands as they make the couple hour drive back to the city.

“Are you alright, Bobby?” Eames asks needing to check on her partner.

“Am I am ok? No I’m not ok. I almost died. Almost never saw her again.” He grits out, frazzled and shaken by the whole ordeal.

“Ugh sorry. I didn’t mean to yell, I’m just shaken up”

“I heard what he said to you. You love her don’t you?”

Bobby nods in response, afraid to say it out loud.

“Does she know?”

“No” Bobby shakes his head with a low voice. He lets out a long breathy sigh as he leans his head back against the wall of the van before closing his eyes.

“I feel loved too” Bobby breaths out into the dark quietness of the van as they pull back into the station garage.

Bobby never talks like this, so Eames knows he’s being genuine and vulnerable with her.

“You go, I’ll go up and do our paperwork before I go home.”

“No it’s ok”

“You’ve had a long night, you deserve some rest. Take a few paid days off. If the captain has an issue with it he can take it up with me”

“Thank you, Eames” Bobby gives her a tight lipped smile before heading to his car.

You��re all he can think about on you his drive home. He’s so distraught and disheveled over tonight’s events. All he wants right now is for you to crowd his senses, to be in your arms with your hands messaging through his hair as you tell him everything going to be alright.

As Bobby pulls up to his places he hope that some luck is on his side, that you’ll still be there but he fears it’s unlikely. After a few minutes he drags himself inside. You left the light on above the sink for him, there’s a note telling him that dinner is in the fridge for him. He takes this as a sign that you’ve left and his shoulders sag a little.

He just stairs at the small plate of food on the counter. His nerves are still through the roof from work but he knows he needs to eat, not really remembering the last time he did. He’s aimlessly pacing around the kitchen picking at the plate of food when he notices warm dim light coming from his bedroom.

Maybe she did stay.

Bobby stops in his tracks at the sight of you sound asleep in his bed with a your book laid across your chest. He can’t help but tear up as he sinks down on the bed next to you, leaning over you to grab your bookmark off the bedside table. As he gently takes the book off your chest and places the bookmark inside he notices your wearing one of his undershirts as a bed shirt.

Softly he lets his body fall onto yours, his head nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

“Mmhmm Bobby” you hum sleepily as you wrap your arms around him tightly, one hand instinctually messaging through his short greying curls.

Bobby lets out a ragged breath as he melts further into you.

“What time is it? I should go and let you get some rest.”

“Please…don’t go. Don’t leave me alone” Bobby chokes out.

“I-I I’m not going anywhere Bobby”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Not tonight, not right now. I’m just to-I was just to scared I’d never see you again. I just want to be near you”

“Why don’t we take a shower, that will help sooth you.

Bobby watches you in complete awe of the way you move around the bathroom getting the shower ready, at how caring and loving you are with him. It’s hard for him to believe that all of this is real. That someone like you would truthfully care for him, would want to spend time with him. It’s hard for him to trust people because of his line of work and the life hes had, but opening up to and trusting you was the best decision he ever made.

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For Bobby?

“'Cause you're beautiful and smart, fuckin' talented”

Bobby doesn’t mean to fall in love with you, it’s just something that happens throughout the duration of your partnership. You’re meant to be a maternity cover, someone to pick up Eame’s caseload while she’s away as a surrogate for her sister.

When you first appear, he hates your sunny disposition. Eames is sensible, practical, it’s a good balance to his eccentric qualities. You’re too bright, too vibrant, it hurts to even look at you. The worst part is you don’t even try to reign him in.

“You’re an adult. You’re smart enough to know when you’re going too far.” You tell him when he confronts you about it. “You’re just pissed off because you’re missing your partner.”

He pauses then because honestly, he never dreamed that you’d call him out like that. He hadn’t thought it was in your nature. He starts to see you in a different light then, because underneath all of the sunshine and rainbows, there’s a core of steel.

He sees it during interrogations, when you go toe to toe with suspects. You have a way of getting under people’s skin, of deducing their secrets. He has a forensic mind but you, you’re emotionally intelligent. You get people.

“How’s she working out?” Captain Deakins him one night after you’ve gone home.

“We had a rocky start.” He tells his captain, his palm rubbing across his mouth as he stares at your desk with the brightly coloured pens and post its. You’re a visual person, you work best colour coding information, it was infuriating in the beginning but now he kind of likes it. It adds a little something to his day. “But she’s growing on me.”

It’s a Tuesday when he realises that everything has changed. You look up from a report you’re reading, and you give him that smile, the one that makes his heart beat a little faster in his chest. He finds the edges of his mouth tilting up as his gaze lowers back to the paper in front of him.

Yea, you’re definitely growing on him.

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Changing it up and going for Bobby Goren with this one:

“look what you do to me”

“Look what you do to me.” Bobby says, his voice a little rough as he grasps his cock in his hand. He sighs as his hand moves up and down his erection, his thumb smearing pre-cum over the tip.

You’re on your knees in front of him, fingers laced behind your back as those pretty eyes of yours flicker up to meet his. You’re wearing that lingerie he likes, a low-cut black number that showcases your breasts perfectly. His fingers thread through your hair, gripping it as he guides your head back so he can see the rest of beautiful face.

You’re wearing lipstick tonight, a deep crimson that highlights your skin tone. He rubs his cock over your lips, smearing the pigment across the tip. He loves seeing the evidence of your debauchery staining his skin. Your tongue flicks over the tip and he moans at the sensation, his hips arching as his dick disappears between your lips.

He takes it slow because he knows he’s a lot to accommodate but the sight of your mouth wrapped around his cock…

It’s a beautiful sight.

He pumps his dick into your mouth, his palm coming to rest on the nape of your neck as he holds you in place.

“That’s it.” He murmurs as he fills that sweet carvern. “You can take it.”

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Valentine's Day Bingo: Red - Bobby Goren x Reader

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Hitting the Red Bingo Square

Bobby can’t take his eyes off your lips. The vivid red hue accentuates them as you run your finger over the outline chasing away any smudges from the lipstick.

Forever Together, the shade is called. He knows that because he’d bought you a new one after you’d spent the night, leaving sensual imprints all over his body.

Your eyes flicker up to meet his over the mirror of your compact. You smile that salacious little grin of yours before you snap it shut, depositing it back in your desk drawer.

You know exactly what you’re doing to him. It’s a game, he realises as you adjust the collar of the pretty blue dress you’re wearing, revealing the faint bruise he’d left on the hollow of your throat last night. A way of driving him a little crazy before the two of you go out this evening.

The edges of his mouth tip up into a smile as he turns his attention back to his paperwork, his pen tapping lightly on the table. Eames is the only one that knows about the two of you, she’d cottoned onto it the second she’d returned to work. Everyone else including your partner Logan have no idea that you’re in a relationship.

“I’m going to head out.” You tell him, raising to your feet and picking up your purse.

“Have fun on your date.” He says without looking up.

“Oh, I will.” He hears the light teasing in your voice and his cock stirs at the implication.

 “Oh Bobby, I left the file you were asking about in your top drawer.” You call over your shoulder, the sound of your heels clicking across the wiles as you head towards the elevator.

He pauses for a moment, the lift chiming in the background before you step onto it as he replays the conversations you’ve had throughout the day.

He doesn’t recall asking you for a casefile…

When he opens his desk drawer, he sees the flash of red lace almost immediately. His hand slips inside, his fingertips brushing over the damp material and he clenches his jaw to prevent the moan working it’s way out of his throat. He glances around before he removes your panties from his desk before tucking them into his trouser pocket. He takes his personal cell out of the interior compartment of his suit jacket before he pulls up your text chain and types out his message.

You have been a very bad girl…

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How about “Oh, is that how you like it?" from the most recent prompt list for Bobby Goren.

“Oh, is that how you like it tonight?" Bobby whispers into your ear as he takes you with deep, powerful thrusts that make you cry out his name. “A little rough?”

His fingers tangle in your hair, gripping it in his fist and you clench around his dick so perfectly he almost comes right there and then. He stills his hips, his fingertips trailing down your body until they brush over your clit. You tighten and he nips that naughty little spot just underneath the hinge of your jaw.

“Not yet.” He growls into your ear. “You need to come on my cock before you get the rest of me.”

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Bobby Goren Masterlist

Growing - Bobby dislikes you.

Touch Starved: - Bobby doesn't realise how touch starved he is until he meets you.

Self Reflection: - Bobby may be a great behaviouralist but he's terrible at self reflection.

In Time - Bobby's pissed when you get yourself into a probmatic situation.

Triggers - Bobby pushes your buttons when you go toe to toe in the ring.

Moment - Bobby and you share a moment.

On the Wire - Bobby overhears something on the wire that could change the nature of your relationship.

Third Time Lucky - You invite Bobby to your brother's engagement party.

The Way You Deserve (NSFW) - Bobby treats you the way you deserve.

Figure It Out - The morning after isn't what you expect.

Better - Bobby warms you up on a cold night.

Discreet - Eames warns Bobby about being discreet.

Red - You tease Bobby in work.

A Little Rough (NSFW) - Bobby knows you like it a little rough.

Listen - You turn up at Bobby's after a tough case.

Grief - You take care of Bobby after the death of his mother.

What You Do To Me (NSFW) - Bobby enjoys your mouth.

WorkofArt! Series:

Part One: Storm In A Teacup - Bobby decodes the letters you left him.

Part Two: Starry Night - Bobby recieves a postcard.

Part Three: Jackson Pollock  - Bobby gets a phone call in the middle of the night.

Pain Management - You struggle with pain management in the wake of your encounter with Nicole.

Burn - Bobby confronts you with a suspicion.

Bobby's Playlist

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Bobby Goren anon here, no prompt, no specifics, nothing crazy, just some kind of fluff fic. Whatever your heart desires. You are amazing as always.

So Nonny, thank you! I have adored writing for our wonderful Bobby and thank you for that opportunity.

You're beautiful, Bobby has always thought so. Usually it's understated, you don't wear make up, you dress practically, but somehow you still manage to shine. He doesn't understand it. He doesn't have to.

When he sees you tonight though, his heart stutters in this chest. He feels that familiar flush of arousal chasing through his synapses, igniting that drive, that primal desire to claim you. It hits him like a truck because that sensation...

It's something hes not felt in a very long time.

You're wearing a blue dress that hugs your shape and accentuates your assets. Your hair is loose, falling over your face as you use your thumb to chase away any stray lipstick along the line of your mouth.

You're radiant and he knows that tonight you're going to break someone's heart.

When Jonesy wolf whistles you give him the middle finger and Bobby ducks his head to hide the smile on his face.

"You look nice." He tells you.

It's a neutral term, one that's expected between colleagues. He can't tell you that you look resplendent, that he's imagining how good the silk would feel against his skin, bunched in his fists as he pulls you down into his lap.

"Brother's engagement party." You tell him as you open the top drawer of your desk searching for something.

"You don't sound too enthused." He remarks, toying with his pen.

"It's his third engagement." You tell him as you locate the gum you're looking for.

"Ah." Bobby says in understanding.

Your brother David, the hopeless romantic. Every girl he meets is always the one, that is until they aren't.

"I don't suppose you wanna come?" You ask him. "Open bar, decent entertainment and that includes both my family drama and the band."

He looks up because he thinks you can't be serious, but he sees the tilt of your head, the hopeful smile. He likes the idea of seeing where you come from, the dynamics of your family.

"I'm not really dressed for it." He says gesturing to his suit. And you step around the bank of desks to survey his attire.

"Let's see what we can do about that." You utter before reaching forward and loosening his tie.

He stays perfectly still as you undo the knot with practised fingers. Already there's a stirring in his trousers and he has to remind himself that you aren't actually undressing him.

The proximity feels intimate, he can smell the mint from your gum, feel the brush of your fingertips as you undo that top two buttons of his shirt.

He almost reaches out to capture your hand when you take a step back to review your handiwork.

"Ta da." You say. "Now we have causal Bobby, ready to gate crash my brother's engagement party with his style and wit."

He unbuttons the cuffs of his sleeves before rolling them up both of his forearms. He notices the way your gaze shifts, it always does.

"What's the other thing?" He asks you as he raises to his feet, scooping up his wallet and his keys from the desk. "The thing you're not telling me?"

You purse your lips together into a sensual pout, your arms crossing over your chest because you know you've been caught out.

"My ex husband's going to be there." You tell him. "Apparently David's asked him to be the best man."

Bobby pauses.

He's met Richard before, or as he likes to think of him Dick. Your ex is a prosecutor turned defense attorney, the two of you split not long after he defected to the other side. Bobby's been on the other side of the table from him multiple times.

"You want a buffer." He states frankly.

You sigh.

"I want to have a good time, with someone who actually gets me." You tell him. "Also my family really want to meet you, they want to get to know the guy who has my back in the field."

"You mean threaten my life so that I make sure no harm befalls you." He supplements as the two of you head towards the elevator.

"That too." You tell him as you press the button and wait for the doors to open.

When they do he looks up and sees your reflection in the mirrored panelling. The both of you are smiling, his palm is on your lower back guiding you inside.

You look like a couple and Bobby can't shake that image as he steps onto the elevator and pushes the button for the ground floor.

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Can I request a Bobby Goren fic with the prompt “When I watch the world burn All I think about is you”? I love your work

The stench of smoke clings to Bobby’s skin when he lets himself into the apartment the two of you share. He’s returning from a crime scene, one that was still ablaze when he’d gotten to it. It’s been a long night, and there’s a weariness in his bones because he has questions, questions he has to ask but he isn’t sure he wants the answer to.

You’re in the shower when he steps into the bedroom, he can hear the water running. He hopes that isn’t significant, that you aren’t washing away any evidence. He sits down on his side of the bed, his gaze coming to rest on the hamper. He doesn’t want to check, but he has to for his own piece of mind. He picks up your discarded top and presses it to his nose.

Eucalyptus, honeysuckle, the scents he associates with you but there’s something else damp, he thinks. There’s no lingering signs of accelerant or smoke. Bobby thinks if you did set the fire you would have been smart enough to get rid of your clothes before he got home.

The door to the bathroom opens and you step out dressed in one of his t-shirts, your tousled hair falling across your shoulders.

“Where were you tonight?” Bobby asks you, his gaze on the top he’s holding in his hands.

“I went back to the office for a couple of hours,” You tell him, tossing your towel into the hamper. “This case is driving me a little crazy.”

“Crazy enough to dig through the basement files, it was a mess.” You tell him with a sigh. “Apparently a pipe burst a couple of years ago, no one’s been through them to check what was damaged and what wasn’t.”

Your gaze comes to linger on the shirt in his hands, you watch as he returns it to the laundry basket.

“Can someone vouch for you?” He asks you. “Did anyone see you?”

“Probably.” You say, shrugging your shoulders. “I had to swipe my card, sign in… Why are you asking me?”

He looks at you, those brilliant dark eyes of his meeting yours for the first time tonight.

“Someone set fire to Cal Hedgewick’s gallery tonight… They put a bullet in him and left him to die in the flames.”

“The paintings?” You question. “The ones in the backroom?”

The ones that belonged to Jewish families, that had been ‘liberated’ during the Holocaust. The ones that Hedgewick had collected as part of his history, his families’ history as Nazi officers. The ones you had meticulously tracked down in your role as an investigator for Art Recovery International. You’d had to retire from the NYPD earlier in the year due to your run in with Nicole Wallace and the nerve toxin that had left you with permanent physical damage.

“Gone.” He says, shaking his head. “Removed before the fire.”

“Did you think…” You leave the words hanging because you’re not sure you want to know.

He shakes his head.

“Not in here.” He says tapping the space where his heart resides. “But I’d be remiss if I didn’t consider you a suspect after the run in you had with him.”

“You got any leads?” You say sitting down on the bed alongside of him. Your shoulders bump and he sighs as you reach out and take his hand. He squeezes it tightly before he says.

“We’re gonna need you to come down to the precinct, there are questions…”

“Yea,” You say quietly, pulling away from him “I guess I have a lot to answer for.”

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Another one for Bobby Goren:

“She's the one, she'll always be there”

Bobby struggles in the aftermath of Frances’s death. He doesn’t sleep, he barely eats, he can barely think straight. When he looks at the list of things, he has to deal with his heart just sinks, because it’s too big, too overwhelming. He has all of these feelings coursing through him and he has no idea how to handle them.

It’s you that steps in during his time of need. You go through the list, one thing at a time, liaising with the funeral home, arranging the cremation. When he gets home you make sure there’s snacks available, popcorn, fruit slices, chips because sometimes it’s easier to take bites of the elephant as opposed to consuming the whole thing.

At night you ask him to read out loud to you in bed because you love falling asleep to the sound of his voice. He finds the act relaxing and before he knows it, he’s drifting off to sleep.

On the day of the funeral, he feels numb and hollowed out. He finds it hard to function, his fingers fumbling over the tie as he attempts to adorn it. You take pity on him, the scent of your perfume flooding his senses as you lean in close. You smell like sunshine and honey and for the first time since his mother’s death he starts to feel something again.

“Thank you.” He says, his lips brushing over yours. “Thank you for looking after me.”

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"Cigarettes and tiny liquor bottles" for Bobby? ♥

It’s the tiny liquor bottles all lined up in a nice, neat row that tips Bobby off to the fact that you’re struggling. You haven’t touched a drop in over three years. He picks up one of them and surveys the label.

It’s whiskey, your brand of choice. He sets it back down before looking towards the open window that leads onto the fire escape. He can smell the cigarette smoke from here, it drifts into the apartment on the breeze.

He’s waiting for you when you climb back inside, sitting on the couch with those tiny bottles clustered on the coffee table. You’re moving stiffly today, he’s noticed you have been a lot over the past few days.

“You haven’t opened them.” He says, his gaze fixed on the alcohol.

“No.” You respond, shaking your head.

You’re wearing one of his sweaters, it swallows up your fame as you sit down on easy chair before raking your hands through your hair.

“But you bought them?” He asks you and you nod your head because there’s no point in lying to Bobby, he’ll see right through you.

“I need you to get rid of them.” You tell him, swallowing hard against the well of emotion in your chest. “If I open them…”

You’re scared of what you’ll do, Bobby is too.

“Was there a trigger?” He asks you, his hand rubbing across your mouth.

You purse your lips together as you look at the tiny whiskey bottles sitting in front of you, your fingertips twitching.

“I’m in pain Bobby.” You tell him, your eyes stinging. “I’m in pain all the time. The nerve damage from what she did to me… The pain killers aren’t working anymore.”

You can see the grief in his gaze, because he did this to you. He put you in Nicole’s crosshairs. He’s the reason you’re in agony, day in and day out. The guilt it cripples him, it’s why he sees a therapist on a weekly basis because sometimes when he knows your suffering, he can barely bring himself to look at you.

“I don’t know how to fight this.” You tell him, using the back of your hand to wipe the tears from your cheeks. You look up at him and he looks back.

He knows your searching for a solution, but the truth is Bobby doesn’t have one.

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Better: Bobby Goren x Reader

Part of @storiesofsvu Holiday Bingo! The square was Scarf Sharing!

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You’re in the midst of a New York winter. It’s below freezing outside and the heater in the car is stuck on low, which is absolutely perfect because you’ve trapped in this ice box for over three hours now, and you have another five hours left on the stake out.

Beside you Bobby holds the camera up to his face, snapping off another couple of pictures before he sets it back down on the dashboard. He glances at you, bundled up on in your winter coat, arms folded over your chest and he takes pity on you.

He pulls the scarf from around his neck before looping it around yours. The scent of his aftershave clings to the fabric and you breathe it in.

“You know I run hot.” He says by way of explanation, and you give him that look.

“Noone can run hot in this temperature.” You tell him. “It’s impossible.”

“Honestly I do.” He reaches forward and clasps your hand in both of his.

The warmth radiates from his skin, heating your chilled skin. His thumb chases over the hollow of your wrist.

“Come here.” He says before he wraps his arm around your shoulders.

You tuck yourself under his arm, burrowing against him as he draws you closer. You can feel his body heat emanating through the confines of his coat and you savour it.

“Better?” He asks you, his lips brushing over your hairline.

“Yea.” You whisper, your head coming to rest upon his chest. “Much better.”

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Bobby goren anon here, it was 25, “touch me please”

Bobby doesn't realise he's touch starved, not until he's partnered up with you. He's reserved when it comes to physical space, always respectful. You on the other hand are chaos, you're constantly lingering in his proximity, the scent of your perfume flooding his senses as he tries to show you something on the computer screen.

You pull his sleeve when you want his attention, place your hand on his shoulder or back when you want him to move out of your way. Your fingers even brush his when you hand him a cup of coffee.

The thing is he savours each and every one of those touches because they mean something, they mean that you care about him.

It develops over time, nudges when you think you're being funny and to a clasp of the shoulder when there's been a hard case.

It's the sexual harassment training that changes eveything. They have a seminar on inappropriate workplace touching and he watches the tension in your shoulders because the stuff they're pointing out it's everything you do.

The next time you reach out, you stop yourself. He sees the fight inside you, the indecision because it's engrained into you to show affection. You're naturally empathetic.

"It's fine." He tells you, gently taking hold of your hand and placing it on his shoulder, emulating the gesture you were part way through undertaking. "I'm good with the touching."

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WorkofArt Series! - Part Two: Starry Night

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WorkofArt! Series:

Part One: Storm In A Teacup - Bobby decodes the letters you left him.

Once a month Bobby receives a postcard of a semi-famous painting to his pigeonhole at the precinct. The only thing that is written upon it is the address of where he works, nothing else, and it makes him smile every damn time.

“I feel like I’m the best friend in a 1940s romcom.” Eames remarks as she shuffles the paperwork on her desk back into the manilla folder, before frowning at the image in Bobby's hand. “Huh, it’s different from the other ones.”

Bobby hands it over to her and she studies the painting on the front of the postcard. It’s garish and uncomfortable, a woman staring into the distance while she holds a kitten by the throat. It’s far from the usual images you send him which are usually complex interesting pieces with rich vivid hues. She turns over the postcard and notes the question mark on the back.

“She doesn’t understand why I like the painting.” Bobby explains as Eames hands it back to him. “She must have crossed paths with it when she was looking at one of the ones on her list.”

“I’m with her, it’s horrible.” She tells him, pulling a face. “Not the kind of thing I want hanging in my living room.”

“I don’t want it in my living room, I just like to think about it.” He tells her before he unlocks the top drawer of his desk and places it along with the others. There’s five of them. That’s how long it’s been since he last laid eyes on you.

He misses you. The sound of your voice, the way you laugh when something ensnares you. He adores the look in your eyes when you give him that smile, the one that tells him exactly what you’re thinking because Bobby can always tell what you’re thinking. He wishes that he was less restrained with his affection, that he had told you how he felt when he’d had you for the first time after your brother’s engagement party. He wishes he had told you every single other time after that too.

I love you, he had said when he had sat down next to you on that bench in Ithica.

It’s the first time he’s uttered those words and he hopes it won’t be the last.

You’re clever, much cleverer that Nicole Wallace has given you credit for, and he knows that that will be her downfall. Despite the fact you’re wounded, that you’re still recovering from the damage caused by the neurotoxin you’ve outsmarted her at every turn. You are the only two people in the world that know about the list.

It had started on the day you had taken him to see the Freud exhibition at the Met, the day he realised that he was in love with you. The two of you had been standing side by side in front of Van Gogh’s ‘Starry Night’ when he’d felt the shift.

It’s when you press your fingertips to your lips that he realises that you’re crying. He nudges you gently with his shoulder and you wipe at your cheeks with the back of your hand.

“Sorry, it’s just…”

He knows because the magnitude of the painting, he feels it too. The madness of the creative, the isolation of a genius. It was the first painting Van Gogh had painted after his break down and you can feel the threads of darkness searing through the brush strokes. There’s an ache in his chest because he knows that this is the real reason you invited him to the Met. You brought him here to see this painting, to show him that you understand his plight, that you know where it may lead.

“It’s not going to happen to me.” He assures you, his hand coming to rest on your shoulder, his thumb trailing over the nape of your neck. “Not when I’ve got you in my corner.”

You tilt your head up and that’s when it happens, that rush of emotion. That feeling, it starts deep in the very depths of his soul, and it surges through every single one of his nerve endings. He kisses you then, in front of a painting that reflects his future, the one he faces if he didn’t have you in his life.

In the aftermath the two of you sit in the café and you make a list of the paintings you each want to see. You plan to do it together. Your pen drifting down the paper and leaving tiny stars near the ones that reside within the state.

Now it seems that you’re taking the trip without him. Each postcard you’ve sent is a painting off that list, your way of telling him that you’re safe. It hurts in a way he can't explain, because Nicole is stealing away his time with you, running down the clock. He thinks that’s the real cruelty in what's she's doing. Even though she hasn’t killed you, she‘s still removed you from his life, stripped you of your own. She's found a way to prolong the pain for the both of you. Each time he receives a postcard is a reminder of another moment that's been snatched away, another time he doesn’t get to share the experience. He wonders how you felt looking at each and every one of those paintings, what you saw, what you thought and it wounds him.

His thumb smooths over the stack of postcards, flicking through them once more. He wants to know what happens when the list runs out, he wants to know what happens when you get tired of playing this game.

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Like My Work? - Why Not Buy Me A Coffee

[bullet-prooflove]

And so I came to see him and listen for awhile

It’s been a bad night, one of the worst you’ve seen, and you can’t seem to get the images out of your head. They play through your mind every time you close your eyes. It’s the reason you turned up at Bobby’s tonight, the truth is you can’t stand to be alone right now.

You can tell he’s been sleeping when he answers the door. His hair is a little unruly, he’s wearing a baby blue t-shirt over dark pyjama bottoms.

“Hey.” He greets you, using the back of his hand to wipe the sleep from your eyes. “You alright?”

You shake your head, and he sees it, the darkness in you.

“Come in.” He murmurs and you follow him inside.

There’s something so reassuring about his voice, the low rumble of it. You can feel the tension starting to seep out of your body as he guides you towards the bedroom. He helps you undress, it’s gentle and methodical. He helps you into one of his t-shirts before he pulls back the sheets. He tucks you in before he clambers alongside of you. He wraps his arms around you and draws you close, his fingertips trailing over the curve of your spine.

“I need you to talk to me.” You tell him, burying your face into his chest. “The sound of your voice…”

You don’t need to finish the sentence, he understands.

“Did you know that elephants develop they’re own tools?” He whispers into your hairline. “There’s records of them honing flyswatters out of tree branches.”

He feels your muscles beginning to unfurl as his palm comes to rest upon the nape of your neck, thumb caressing that delicate little space just underneath your earlobe, the one that he knows relaxes you.

“It’s alright.” He tells you. “I promise you, you’re going to be alright.”

[bullet-prooflove]

i was so happy to see that you know write for Bobby Goren! can i ask for something with him and this prompt from your lists: "I wanna get better".

Bobby knows there's something wrong with him, he's known for a while. It started when Nicole Wallace appeared on his radar and has carried on over the last couple of months. He doesn't sleep that much anymore, he's become more focused on his work, he doesn't take the same joy he used to in the little things. You've sensed his change on mood, he's more serious, more surly. It bleeds into eveything he does.

"You're depressed." You tell him when the two of you sit on a car that's colder than the arctic, hands wrapped around a steaming take away cup of coffee.

Its day three of the stakeout and you have had enough of the oppressive silence that spans between the two of you.

He leans back in the driver's seat, his eyes closing for a moment as be takes in this new information.

"Probably." He tells you.

"Definately." You inform him as you open a packet of sugar and deposit it into the coffee, before stirring it. "You let her get under your skin and now you can't shake it."

He tilts his head, his grizzled cheek brushing against the headrest as he looks at you pointedly.

You shrug your shoulders.

"You're a great behaviourist but you're shit at self reflection."

"You think you know me." He remarks, his brow burrowing. "But you don't know a damn thing about what goes on in my head."

"Alright..." you tell him. "When was the last time you went to that park you like? The one with the fountain? Or picked up a book? Before her you were always reading and now it's like she consumes you and that's on you, you're giving her the space to live in your head."

He knows you're right, he knows that he has the predisposition to get obsessive. He never realises it's happening until he's neck deep and starting to suffocate. You talking to him like this. It's giving him a lifeline, identifying the issue before he let's himself drown.

"I want to get better." He confides in you, rubbing his hands together against the frosty chill. "I just can't seem to help myself. Logically I know how to move forward but when it comes down to it..."

He trails off because he knows you get it. Developing healthy behaviours is tough especially when you've fallen out of sync with it. He used to enjoy his own company and now he hates the idea of being alone because it gives him too much time to think.

"Come out with me tomorrow." You offer, taking a sip from your coffee cup. "There's an exhibition on at the Met, the one you were excited about a couple of months ago. I'll even let you explain the intricacies of art in a post modern society."

He laughs and it feels good. It occurs to him it's the first time he's done it in a while and he knows that somehow you've broken the ice that he's been slapping at for weeks.

"Ok." He agrees. "But you have to at least pretend to be interested, you really have to sell it to me."

"I'll work on it." You promise.

A comfortable silence falls between the two of you and he realises that he's still smiling, that you always have this way of getting through to him even when his head is a messy place to be.

"Thank you." He says quietly into the darkness of the car.

"I've got you." You tell him softly. "When things get a bit too much, I'm here, I've got you."