It was odd, he thought, how she would drift across his mind, unbidden, now and then. Something seen or heard, and suddenly her face would float up to the surface of his thoughts. It disturbed him -- these uncontrolled and uncontrollable lapses. It was inappropriate, but more than that -- on some level he sensed it was dangerous to him. She was a danger to him. Not because of her homicidal personality or her complete lack of a conscience, but because on some deep, dark level that he didn't really care to examine, she KNEW him. Over the course of those hours in Interrogation, they had learned to recognize those traits, that darkness that they shared.

He had once characterized her heart as a "bunker" -- a cold, hard little coal of a thing, surrounded by unscalable layers of lies, anger, self-delusion and madness. But, he thought, his mouth suddenly twisting with the bitter irony of it, couldn't that accurately describe his own heart, as well? Hadn't he constructed unassailable ramparts around his own heart? How else could he have survived the alternately needy and wounding madness of his mother, the narcissistic self destructiveness and falseness of his brother, the cruelty and contempt of the only father he had ever known, or worse yet, the hideous sadism and depravity of the man he had only recently learned could be his father?

No - he thought, let it go. That way truly lies madness. He made a conscious effort to think of something, anything else. It had been a long day at Major Case. Tomorrow would be another long day. But suddenly he felt that sunrise couldn't come soon enough. He walked the last few steps down the hallway to his apartment door. He was tired. More than tired. His soul was exhausted, and he longed for nothing more than his bed. He turned the key in the lock, opened the door, and walked in, dropping his weapon and holster on the stand near the door, as was his custom.
Too tired to even turn on a light, he slipped out of his shoes on the way down the hall to his bedroom, glad for the comforting darkness.

He pushed open the bedroom door, not really registering that he never closed it. The air in the room seemed fragrant,
the scent somehow familiar, yet not. He heard the slightest rustle of movement from the direction of the bed, and reached out to turn on the lamp near the door.

Before he could flick the switch, a soft, slightly accented voice floated on the air towards him.

"Hello, Bobby. I've been waiting for you."

That's an odd situation. Good writing though!

Then he pulls his gun, and lol. Weird storyy, I would have said, Hello Bubby, lol. I always thought Bobby had "what if" thoughts about Nicole. They say girls like bad boys. But I think Nicole is a little tooo bad.

Very interesting. Good job!

Yeah, there's really only one way that scene could play out. She's still on the lam, so it would be suicide to go where a cop was. Good effort, though, shooter.

Well this is different. I like it. I am thinking Nicole but that's just a thought. I would love to see more.

I love it!

Actually Unsteady, the way it played out in my head was that Nic and Bobby ended up by bringing their psychic wrestling match on to the physical plane... but was it in the passion of conflict -- or desire? Made myself stop
before it all reached a climax, so to speak.

Hi Cixffan,

I'm glad you like it. Your thought is on the money. It is Nicole all cuddled up in Bobby's bed. That's the whole story,
though. I left it open-ended for readers to draw their own conclusions.

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No offense, but this made my skin crawl.... and not in a good way.
Well done. Hope you have more writing to post -

None taken! (Even skin must crawl before it can walk)

Hmm, interesting. I would have thought Nicole wouldn't have wandered into Bobby's bed unprepared, but you do depict that unerving and creepy pull/repulsion they have going on very well. Good job.

Now you know why I call this place "LOCI Land"!

I likes....I likes....I likes . My own conclusion is that Bobby and Nicole got it on in this scenario. Yes...I know...I'm sick. But, the way the story was told it was the perfect layout for something like that to happen. But hopefully afterwards Bobby won't close his eyes. Can't turn your back on Nicole Wallace.

L