I ditto Kav's "Egads!" -> Are you going to give Treenie a heart attack here or is Bobby gonna be okay?

"

Jack and D sat in the small, over-crowded waiting room for what seemed like days. Finally, just when Jack decided he couldn't take it any longer, a petite nurse opened the door and motioned for them to follow her. They did without any argument.

She led them to a small office in the back of the Emergency Room and told them to wait there. "Doctor Brown will be in momentarily," she informed them.

They thanked her as she turned and disappeared back into the busy hallway.

Almost five minutes later, the doctor arrived, looking rather frazzled and over-worked. After quick introductions were made, he seated himself behind his desk. "What can I do for you gentlemen?"

Jack started first. "We were wanting to speak to you about the John Doe who was in here this afternoon."

"Ah, yes. Bobby."

Jack and D exchanged a look. "You know his name?" D asked.

Dr. Brown shrugged. "A man sitting in the waiting room recognized him and said that's what his name was. I don't know if he was telling the truth or not. After all, Bobby didn't have any i.d. on him at all. His wallet was gone, and he didn't have a cell phone or anything else."

The agents frowned. Jack leaned forward. "Tell me about this man in the waiting room."

Dr. Brown sat back in his chair and folded his hands together. "Nothing special. Just a kid off the street. We get a lot of those in here."

"Can you describe him?" D asked.

"Sure. Early to mid-twenties, medium build, dark hair, brown eyes. Said his name was Vinnie."

"Did you get a last name?" D asked.

Dr. Brown shook his head.

"Was he here alone or with someone else?" Jack asked.

The doctor shrugged. "I have no idea. We've been kinda busy all day, as you've seen for yourselves. I know I didn't see him as a patient today, but that doesn't mean my co-worker didn't see him. Or he may have decided he felt better. Or he may have been with someone else to see a doctor. I have no way of knowing."

"Why did you release Bobby so soon after he was brought in?" Jack asked.

Dr. Brown pursed his lips, then said, "Besides the wound on his head where someone hit him, he was perfectly healthy. I had no reason to hold him any longer. He really lucked out though. If he had been hit any harder, he could've had a brain aneurism and died on his way here.

"Do you have a security camera in the building?" Jack asked hopefully.

The doctor looked at him, condescendingly. "Please. If we could afford that, we wouldn't be a charity hospital. We survive on donations and volunteers. One of our volunteers found an old camera in a dumpster a few years ago, and we hung it up on the wall next to a sign that says 'You are being monitored by close-circuit television' just to scare off anyone who might try to rob the place for drugs or something. But if they were look at it close enough, they would see it's not even plugged in."

D smirked, but Jack frowned. "And you have no way to know where our friend might have gone?"

Dr. Brown shook his head. Then he seemed to have remembered something. "Vinnie did say that he knew Bobby through his brother. He said he met him a couple of weeks ago. I gave him my business card and asked that his brother call me whenever he gets back into town."

Jack asked, "He didn't, by chance, happen to mention his brother's name, did he?"

Dr. Brown shook his head, again. "But if he calls me, I'll be more than happy to let you know immediately."

D stood up and stuck out his hand. "Thank you, Dr. Brown. We know you're a busy man and we won't keep you any longer." The doctor shook his hand.

Jack pulled out a business card and handed it to him. "And if you happen to think of anything else that might help us, please don't hesitate to call us."

Dr. Brown accepted Jack and D's cards with a grim face. "I sure will. I'm sorry I couldn't have been more help."

The agents made their way back to the car in the parking lot. "Well," Jack said. "What do you think?"

D thought for a moment, then said, "I think Bobby is alive and has no idea what he is up against. I think he is still in danger, possibly in grave danger. And I think we need to find him before whoever tried to kill him in the first place finds out he's still alive. And I KNOW we have a block of plastic explosives missing out on the street somewhere that we need to find before it gets used to blow up a monument or something."

Jack nodded. "I think you're right. But where do we start?"

"I don't know, man. Maybe we should go over his case files, again. If this kid Vinnie met him within the last couple of weeks through his brother, maybe he was involved in the case somehow."

Jack paled. "Maybe his brother is the one who tried to kill him in the first place."

A grim look appeared on D's face. "That's possible. But Dr. Brown just said Vinnie's brother was out of town right now. That just might give us the extra time we need to find him."

"Well, let's get started on it," Jack said, jumping into the car and strapping his seatbelt on.

D immediately copied him, glad to finally have something to do.

*sniffs again* Poor Bobby. Maybe, they will find him on a raid or something, but doesn't that mean he'll be a criminal?????? You know OkieFoster, Treenie's not going to be too happy about this. At all. More soon!

Jenny

Ack! Ack! Ack! Explosives???? And of course we know Bobby's extensive knowledge on that subject...will it come back to him like lock picking>

kav

Yup Okie Treenie isn't going to be very happy about this . . . Do you have say some unquie way of oh i don't know having the now almost criminal Bobby meet up with say said Tara?

WOW, Okie... what a development... but you haven't eased my worries.... I share Jack's fear of Bobby's life !!!!! AND I am not sure if I trust Vinnie in the first place!!!

Restie

I think many of us share the same fear, Restie. I am not sure if Vinnie is bad or not. Maybe he's just foolish and thinks his brother has some not so bad businesses.

ACK!! ACK, I say!! What are you doing to Bobby? He's going to turn to a life of crime, and then when he remembers who he is he's going to be devastated! No...I don't believe it. Amnesia might take his memory, but his values are still in there somewhere. Bobby wouldn't deliberately hurt anyone, even if he can't remember his own name!

Sidenote to English_Chick: I love your avatar!! He's seriously good-looking. Will the next season of BG ever get here??

Sidenote to Bell: I'll fight ya' for Myles!

Double ack! OKIE!! I'm so scared about what Bobby is unwittingly getting himself into. I'm so anxious for Jack and D to figure out where he is and who Vinnie is, etc. And I wouldn't mind a little B/T too. For Treenie of course!

Treenie, don't you trust me??? You should know me better than that.... "

When Jack and D made it back to the Bullpen, they updated the rest of the team on their meeting with the doctor. They agreed the next step would be to look over Bobby's case notes one more time.

One glance at Bobby's desk made them re-think their plan of action. The stacks of files and papers scattered across the desktop without rhyme or reason threatened them with hours of confusion and disorganization.

Myles sighed. "Well, we could always move things into one of the conference rooms and spread out a little bit."

"Do we have much of a choice here?" Jack asked, grabbing a stack of papers off the top.

"Bobby's going to kill us when he sees we messed with his desk," Tara warned. "He says he knows where every piece of paper is and doesn't want anything moved."

"Well, when he gets back, blame it on me," D advised, grabbing the next stack from the desk. "We're doing it to save his life and get him back here in one piece."

Tara nodded, shakily. "True," she said, still not moving from her spot.

The other members of the team took their share of papers and headed out the door. Even Levi reached up with his mouth and took a file into the other room, leaving Tara by herself.

She bit her lip, staring at his desk. She knew she had to do it. She knew it was a necessary evil. But she felt like if she did, she would be defiling his sacred place. He loved that desk and she wanted to keep it exactly as he had left it.

But she wanted to find him and bring him home even more. And in order to do that, she had to do as her co-workers had done. She cautiously stepped out from behind her desk and crossed the room. As she approached it, she studied the items on his desk - every pen and pencil, every paper clip, every sandwich crumb. She chuckled to herself. "Okay, Tara," she scolded. "Now you're losing it. Think like an agent, not his... his...."

What was she to him now? After all, it was just a weekend outing to the amusement park a couple of weeks ago. They had shared an afternoon away from the office and had fun. They rode roller coasters and the ferris wheel, ate cotton candy and hot dogs, and did so many other things she couldn't remember it all. He had won her a humongous stuffed Tigger that sat in her bedroom on a chair in the corner. It took him over a dozen tries to get that baseball inside the milk can three times in a row, but he finally did it for her. And when he walked her up to her front door, and then kissed her good night, she thought she was in Heaven.

But that was the last time they had even explored the idea of a relationship. They both knew it would be impossible to pursue one due to the rules. Then he got called into this case, and now.... Now she might not ever see him again.

"Tara, you coming?" Myles' voice intruded on her thoughts just as the first tear made it to her eye.

Without turning around, she nodded. She cleared her throat and said, "Yes, Harvard. I'll be right there." She grabbed a handful of papers off Bobby's desk and turned around quickly before she could change her mind.

She almost bumped into Myles, who stood directly behind her. He grabbed her arm to prevent her from falling. She looked up at him, but couldn't prevent the tear from escaping.

His eyes locked with hers and became full of understanding and pity. He brushed the tear from her cheek, and softly said, "It's okay, Tara. We'll get him home."

She nodded and sniffled. "I know. I'm just scared."

He wrapped her in a warm, friendly hug, and said, "Yeah. Me, too."

They stood there in their friendly embrace, taking solace in each other for just another moment. Then Myles looked down at the petite woman in his arms. "He's a lucky guy, you know."

She frowned up at him. "Why? Because he has amnesia and can't remember anything?"

He shook his head. "Because he has you worrying about him." Then a smile appeared on his face and he added, "And because he has the best team the FBI has to offer looking for him."

A smile broke through her face and she squeezed him tighter. "Thanks, Myles. I needed that."

He tossed his head in the direction of the conference room and said, "Shall we? I'd like to get my desk partner back sometime this century, too."

"Sure," she said. "Let's go."

They went out the door together and joined the others across the hall.

It was really sad part, Okie. Tara and Myles were touching... here they are... real friend and woman in love... I hope Bobby will fall for her again during his amnesia !!!


Restie

Well that was B/T although sad B/T but does this hold promise for fuzzy B/T when (not if) Bobby is found and his memory returns and he and Tara declare their undying love for each other?!
Okay, got carried away there. I think you're rubbing off on me too much Treenie!

Okie, great stuff seriously. And frequent updates - awesome, thanks!

I love the the way you're writing it, Okie, I hope Bobby wouldn't do anything he regrets while not remembering his former life.

Um, well, Treenie, and JF, and... well, everybody but especially Treenie, before you read this part, you might re-read the last part again, then know that I am a big B/T fan - almost as big as Treenie.

And if that doesn't work, then let me just say, I'll be moving in less than a month, so if you try to hunt me down, you have approximately three weeks to do so....

Bobby slowly drifted back in to consciousness with the feeling that he was being watched. He kept his eyes closed, listening intently for some kind of clue to the identity of his observer. All he could hear was the sound of their breathing. It was close, within the same room, but not too close. He concluded he was not in any immediate danger.

He ventured to peek through his eyelids carefully and discovered a very voluptuous red-head leaning against the door post and staring down at him. He opened his eyes wider and smiled. "Hello, love."

She returned his smile. "Hi, yourself, cutie." She invited herself into the room and slinked her way to the bed never taking her eyes away from his, then sat down on the edge. "I've never seen you here before," she whispered huskily.

"Maybe that's because I've never been here before," he replied.

She bit her lip seductively and moaned. "Ah. That would explain that." She studied him from head to mid-drift, then back up again, obviously approving of what she saw. "You weren't here last night, either. I would've remembered you."

Bobby shook his head. "I got here this morning with Vinnie. He said I could stay here for awhile."

Her smile grew. "Good. Maybe we could get to know each other a little better." Her hand found its way to his thigh and started working its way upward.

Bobby groaned quietly and closed his eyes, losing himself to her touch. He could tell she knew how to please a man. He felt her body moving closer to his and....

"Bobby!" Vinnie exploded excitedly into the room. "Oops, sorry Karen. But I need to borrow Bobby for a minute."

Karen sat back up. "Vinnie, you worm. Can't you see we're busy? Come back later." She leaned forward again.

"I would if I could, Karen," he said, hotly. "But Anton wants to meet Bobby right now. And when Anton speaks...."

She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah. People jump or get jumped. I know."

She leaned further forward and gave Bobby a kiss on the cheek. "I hope we can finish this later, Bobby," she said with a wink and a smile.

He touched her cheek and smiled back. "You can count on it, love." He watched as she stood up and walked out the door, then he noticed Vinnie still waiting impatiently.

"Come on, man. We need to go. I've got you a meeting with Anton in ten minutes."

Bobby sat up and rubbed his eyes tiredly, then ran his fingers through his hair. "Who's this Anton, anyway?"

"A very important man in this business, and the next rung up the ladder from my brother. He can either send you a lot of work or send you to the hospital depending on his mood for the day. Come on, let's go."

"Fine, I'm coming." Bobby hurriedly got dressed and ran down the hallway and out of the house after Vinnie.

don't like the sound of anton, hope he isn't the guy who put bobby in hospital in the first place

pleased to see bobby rejected karen

cath

I don't like the sound of this Karen. What kind of a lady would just come onto a man like that? And for all we know, she could be the bad guy, working for this Anton person.

Bobby followed Vinnie to a parking lot a couple of blocks over. It was empty except for a lone Suburban parked in the middle. They slowed to a walk, and, as they approached, a window in the back slid down, revealling the man inside. "Get in," he ordered them. Then the window slid back up.

The door opened and they climbed in. The Suburban drove off while Bobby and Vinnie settled in their seats. Bobby looked anxiously at these new people, but tried to remain calm.

"Are you Anton?" Bobby asked.

"Hmph. You wish," the man in the backseat responded before looking over at Bobby. He squinted his eyes, then asked "Have I seen you before?"

Bobby shrugged. "Not that I know of."

The man smirked and looked back out the window as they drove on.

Bobby fiddled with his fingers, then asked, "Where are we going exactly?"

The man said, "You'll see when we get there."

They drove in silence to a warehouse in the middle of nowhere. When the truck stopped, they got out and went inside where Vinnie and Bobby were led to an office. They were instructed to sit down and wait. Anton would be there momentarily.

When they were alone, Bobby leaned over to Vinnie. "Are they always this friendly around here?"

"They need to make sure you're legit. They're just watching you to see what you're going to do. Just act natural."

"But what's that?" Bobby asked.

"I dunno," Vinnie said. "Just don't act suspicious or they'll kill us both."

"Right," Bobby said, growing a little more nervous.

Finally, after several minutes, a door creaked open and a short, squat man and two bodyguards appeared. He strolled casually across the floor in Bobby's direction, watching him the entire time. Then he motioned towards Vinnie and said, "He says you can pick locks."

Bobby shrugged. "Yeah."

"Can you prove it?"

"Sure. But I don't have any of my tools with me. I'm afraid I left them in my other jacket."

Anton smiled. "That's okay. I have some you can use. Come here."

Bobby and Vinnie took a step forward, but Anton held his hand up towards Vinnie. "Not you. You stay here. Just your friend for now."

Vinnie nodded. "Gotcha."

Anton led Bobby into a back room where three other men were sitting around a table playing cards and smoking cigars. They looked up as Anton and Bobby walked in, but resumed playing when Anton ignored them and led Bobby over to the corner.

He picked up a lockbox stashed under a tarp and handed it to Bobby. "Here. Open this." Then he laid a set of miscellaneous tools on the table and said, "You can use these."

Bobby looked the box over. Just a standard lockbox, should be a piece of cake. But where would the test be in that? Something inside told him to look closer. He frowned and examined it, studying it intently. He noticed something that wasn't quite right. There was a trigger hair inside the keyhole. That meant a trap. He held it up and looked underneath, where he found a switch. He held the switch in, the selected a small pick from the collection of tools to work on the lock. Moments later the lid popped open and displayed its contents - an envelope and a small explosive. Bobby frowned up at Anton, questioningly.

Anton smiled. "Good job. You've passed the test."

"I did?" Bobby asked.

Anton nodded. "You see, that's my test box. If you were any good and passed the test, which you did, you get to see what's inside the envelope."

"And if I had failed?"

"Well, let's just say you would need to find another line of work that didn't require the use of your hands."

Bobby nodded as he gently lay the box down, then picked up the envelope. His eyes automatically swept over it, too quickly checking for any booby traps. Anton caught his reaction and smiled more. "I see you are as paranoid as I am. Perhaps this is the start of a beautiful working relationship."

Bobby smiled slightly up at him. "I don't know. I barely know you, mate."

Anton's smile quickly disappeared. "Well, if you know what's good for you, you'll accept my offer. I can make life very easy or very difficult for you."

Bobby glanced back down at the envelope and ripped it open. Anton's smile reappeared instantly. Inside the envelope was a note with a time for later that evening and an address. Bobby looked up at Anton again. "What's this?"

"It's your next job. You and a few of my select men will go to that address at that time. Once you get them inside, they'll take care of some business for me. When you get the job done, report back to me and I will reward you for your efforts."

Bobby nodded. "So I'm supposed to break into this place and go back to the car and wait while they do everything else."

Anton nodded. "Yeah. That about sums it up."

"What kind of building is this? Apartment? House? Skyscraper?"

"It's a house of a friend," Anton answered cooly.

Bobby nodded. "And what about home security alarms? Do any of your people know how to disarm one of those?"

Anton frowned. "Why?"

"If you could get the alarms taken care of in a reasonable amount of time, that would give your men more time to conduct their business before anyone was notified something was even going on."

"Do you?"

"I might," Bobby answered, honestly.

Anton considered his input, then nodded. "Tell ya what. I'm going to give you an opportunity to prove yourself further. Go with them. Get them inside, and take care of the security system for them. If you can do that and get back here in one piece, then I will pay you twice as much."

Bobby smiled. "And how much is that?"

"Why are you concerned about the amount, Bobby?"

"Because nothing twice is still nothing. Or two bullets to the brain still means I'm dead. I would like to know ahead of time what I'm working for before I go out and risk everything for someone I just met."

Anton chuckled and pointed a finger at Bobby. "I like you. You are very smart. You won't let anybody pull one over on you. I'll give you $1,000 total if you're successful."

Bobby almost choked at the amount, but kept his cool. Obviously, his services were needed, so he might have some room to negotiate. "$1,000 for each job, for a grand total of $2,000."

Anton furrowed his brow in contemplation, then nodded. "Fine. $2,000. But you've got to have it done and be back here before the cops are called."

"Deal," Bobby said, holding out his hand for a handshake.

Anton looked at the hand, then up at Bobby. He stuck his hand out and clasped Bobby's firmly. "See you later, Bobby."

"See you."

1) Karen back off! Or we'll stick Treenie on you to teach you a lesson!

2) Bobby, be careful...

3) Ack!

sure hope bobby starts remembering who he is before he gets in too deep


cath

Yup. I know you're all thinking 'how can jenny be so calm at a time like this???' but the thing is: OkieFoster will bring us through the fog and into the sunshine!!!!! Have faith. Please bring Bobby back to Tara safe and sound soon!


Jenny

Well, I think Tara has a rival in Karen... but I believe you, Okie!!!!

I have one question in my mind... who lives in this house???? Someone we know???

And Anton... good news is he didn't recognize Bobby... so he doesn't know Bobby is with FBI... and what our team???


Restie

Ack Ack Ack What kind of business are they going to do????

kav

"Ugh," Myles commented, peeling another candy bar wrapper with a hand-scrawled note on it from a sheet of paper. "We have got to get Koala Boy a note pad to write things down on."

Lucy waved her hand, "Already on the supply list."

"Good. Order him five," he said. Looking down at the wrapper he reported, "This one has the name Luke on it and a phone number. Do you think it pertains to this case or one from six months ago?"

Jack shrugged. "Put it on the list with the others and we'll figure something out."

Myles handed the wrapper over to Lucy, who took it with two fingers and a wrinkled nose. "We should've done something like this a long time ago," she commented, "Like the last time he was on vacation."

They all chuckled together in agreement.

Sue relaxed slightly. She noticed since Jack had returned from the hospital, he hadn't been so tense and edgy. Now that he knew his best friend was still alive, he had something to hold on to, something to work for. He had a purpose again. He had been at this for a few hours now, and showed no signs of stopping. She watched as he studied the papers from the desk and attempted to get them organized, and she smiled to herself. Here was her man back again, the one she admired and adored so much.

She shook her head to clear her thoughts and concentrate on the job at hand. She looked down at the piece of paper in front of her. It held another name and phone number. She handed it to Lucy to add to the growing list.

D sat back and sighed. "Perhaps some of us should start contacting some snitches to see if they've heard anything from Bobby."

Myles looked up. "I agree. News of a missing FBI agent loose on the street would probably spread fast in those circles."

"But what about his enemies?" Tara asked nervously. "He has sent a few people away for a long time in the last couple of years, you know. Some of them might take advantage of the situation and get rid of him for good."

Jack nodded. "We need to be careful who we talk to and what information we give out," he said. "In this case, too much would be a bad thing."

"Right," D said. "So, who wants to go first?"

Jack and Myles lay their stacks of papers on the table. "I'll go," they said in unison.

D nodded. "Good. We'll see you two in a few hours. Meanwhile the rest of us will continue digging through these... notes." He grimaced as he held up a plastic spoon stuck to a fax cover sheet and shook his head.

"Call us if you find anything worth noting," Jack said with a smile as he walked out the door.

sooooooooo funny. Bobby may need to take a lesson from ym mum. She keeps everything tidy so me and my sister counterbalance that!

Jenny

I think this it the worst work the team has ever had... Bobby should work on his "love to order"

Restie

perhaps they should enlist howie to tidy up the desk, he's a cleanliness fanatic and he might recognise a few names and numbers while he's at it

cath

I just love this piece.



You, you... back of, or you'll have to deal with many mad girls up here... not to mention Tara.



Uf... thanks God Bobby didn't forget how to deal with that stuff.



Yeah, still an agent... even when he doesn't know that.



Sorry, dear Myles. I simply cannot imagine our Koala Boy using a note pad.

I'm just hoping for Bobby's instinct to remian sharp until his memory catches up with him!!!

Well that last post was somewhat comic relief. Notes on candy wrappers! Geez. BUT I am still worried about Bobby...

Okie, I just caught up on your posts - what a story!!!

I hope the team finds Bobby fast, because I don't believe he's in the best situation right now!!!

I love the last post with Bobby's desk!! I can just see that!! Remember when Howie wanted to clean up his desk???

Joy

Some hours later.....

A jubilant Bobby arrived back to the Animal House carrying armloads of chips and beer to celebrate the successful completion of his first job for Anton.

It had been a simple break and entry of the Victorian-style house. The lock had been simple to pick and a quick cutting and splicing of wires took care of the alarm system. Anton's men were able to get in, clean the place out of all of its valuables, and get out before anyone knew they were even in the neighborhood.

When they had arrived back to the warehouse, they found Anton sitting next to a police scanner, monitoring the activity. He seemed surprised to see them back so soon. The man from the Suburban - Bobby found out his name was Leo - reported Bobby had done precisely as ordered and they had no problems whatsoever. Anton smiled. "Good," he said. "I'm glad to hear it."

He took the cash out of his safe and paid each of the men according to their agreements, then sent them on their way with a promise to contact them tomorrow with their next assignment. As Bobby turned to leave the small room, the call they had been waiting for finally came across the scanner. The owners of the house had just called in their robbery.

Bobby turned back and shared a knowing smile with Anton, silently expressing their newfound respect for the other.

Now, he was in his new home celebrating his accomplishment with his new friends. Vinnie was there, happy as a clam, and Bobby rewarded him with a $100 bill for setting him up with Anton.

Pizza arrived soon after, then the playing cards came out and an intense game of poker ensued. Luckily it was a good night for Bobby and he won even more money. And every time his beer got low, another one instantly replaced it. Bobby was having the time of his life, what little he could remember of it.

Finally, in the wee hours of the morning, Bobby stood up to go to bed. His eyes were tired and his mind was fuzzy. He staggered across the floor and nearly tripped over a couple hanging over the side of the couch.

"Whoa, there, Aussie man," a female's voice came from behind him. Hands grabbed his arms and helped him to catch his balance.

He looked over at his rescuer and saw a blurry Karen smiling up at him. "Thanks, love."

"Here, let me help you," she said, wrapping his arm around her neck, then putting hers around his waist. She led him towards the stairs, doing the dual-drunken stagger the whole way. Their fits of laughter could be heard throughout the house until the slamming of the door informed the others they had made it to Bobby's room. Those left behind shared a grin and shook their heads at each other as they continued on with their game.


Karen let Bobby fall to the bed on his own. He giggled again as he laid back and watched the ceiling spin. He put his hand up to his forehead and said, "I can honestly say I don't remember ever being this drunk before."

She laughed up at him as she untied his shoes. "That's okay. You probably won't remember much of this one either." She pulled his shoes off and dropped them on the floor one by one. Then she stretched across his legs and reached for his belt buckle, undoing it expertly.

As she worked on the button to his pants, he grabbed her hands and stopped her. "Uh-uh. You first."

"Huh?" she asked.

"You took off my shoes, now you take off your shoes. We take turns. It's only fair." He grinned at her.

She bit her lip in a sly smile as she slid down his body again to the foot of the bed. She easily stepped out of her pumps and kicked them across the room. Then with a slow, deep intake of breath, she rubbed her hands against her mid-drift sensually, watching as Bobby's eyes grew wide in anticipation. She performed a strip-tease for him, removing one garment at a time, first her shirt, then her pants.

She noticed his eyes were mere slits and she smiled seductively, thinking he was enjoying the show. Still in her lingerie, she slinked back to the bed and crawled up his body, helping herself to his pants once more. After she removed them, she lifted his shirt up and over his head, revealing his wash-board stomach and firm pecks. She moaned her approval. She leaned down and licked from his naval to his neck, where she immediately started nibbling on his earlobe.

"Oh, Tara," he whispered quietly, putting his hand limply on Karen's back.

She sat up and stared at his face. A slight snore escaped from his opened mouth. It was then she noticed his heavy breathing was not from her doings, but instead it had deepened and regulated into slumber.

Disappointed, she pulled the covers up over their bodies and laid down next to him. He unconsciously rolled to his side and enveloped her in his arms. "I love you, Tara," he whispered in her ear.

She sighed to herself, miffed, as she closed her eyes in an attempt to find the same sleep that had so easily over-taken him.

picking locks, and gambling!!!!!!!!!!!!????????????

guess his memory isn't going to kick in any time soon but at least he hasn't done anything with karen

cath

I definitely like... no like... LOVE the end of this post!!!!! Unfortunately, Bobby doesn't know who Tara is right now... but he still loves her


Restie

This could be bad for Bobby. Maybe Kren will say something to Vinnie about 'Tara' and then he will know who Bobby really is!!!!!!!!

More soon!

Jenny

Now all we have to do is to get his memory back and have him say the same words to TARA when he is AWAKE!!!!

Oh this isn't good! When Bobby wakes up he's not going to remember anything and he's going to think that he and tart-face there did more than sleep together and so is everybody else and yuck! is all I can say. AND he gambled!!! That can't be good either!!!! AND he commited a crime -- breaking and entering and robbery -- how's he going to get out of that one? AND the team doesn't know where he is because of his unhygenic desk AND

kav

What are you doing with Bobby?!? He looks quite content with his new life.

Glad nothing happened with that sleeze Karen. I'm also glad Bobby seems to have memory of Tara (and his love for her!) albeit subconscious memories. But at least that's an improvement right?!

Great post Okie. Thrilled it is a B/T story.

Oh Tara...I love you Tara. Karen that's your cue. LEAVE HIM ALONE...HE'S TAKEN!!!!!!

You can't let Bobby gamble!!! and you can't let that woman seduce him!! Okie, what are you doing????

Bobby's dreams were happy. He dreamed of a petite, perky blond with a playful smile. He dreamed of a day at an amusement park with her. He dreamed of a big stuffed Tigger. And he dreamed of a kiss good-night that left him flying higher than any kite could ever imagine.

Then he dreamed he was sleeping with her in his arms. He snuggled closer to her and breathed in the scent of her hair. His lips found her ear and his tongue played with her earlobe.

She giggled at his touch and rolled over to accept his morning greeting. Without opening his eyes, he mumbled, "Morning, Tara."

She threw his arm off of him and angrily tossed the covers back. "Geez, Bobby. It's Karen, not Tara. I told you that yesterday."

He blinked his eyes open and focused on the red-haired beauty climbing out of his bed. "Karen! I'm sorry. I was alseep and...."

"Forget it," she spat. "It's obvious you're still in love with HER. Why don't you go back to her and tell her you're sorry for whatever it is you did."

"Her? Who's her?"

"Tara!" she almost screamed at him.

"I don't know what you are talking about," he said defensively.

"Urgh!" she said, plopping down in a chair and grabbing her clothes. "You've only been dreaming about her all night long. 'Oh, Tara,' 'I love you, Tara,' 'Good morning, Tara.'" She rolled her eyes as she angrily pulled her pants up. "Give me a break, Bobby."

"But,... but.... What about last night?" he stammered.

"What about last night?" she seethed.

"You. And me. And this," he waved at the bed.

"You really don't remember anything, do you?"

He shook his head pathetically.

"Nothing happened between you and me. YOU passed out before we could do anything, Bobby."

His jaw dropped. He lifted up the blankets to confirm his state of undress. He discovered his boxer shorts were still right where they were the day before - still on his body. He looked back up at the livid, nearly-dressed woman in his room and reached out for her. "Karen, I'm...."

"Just forget it, Bobby. You're obviously a waste of my time. Go back to Tara." She crossed the room and placed her hand on the doorknob, then stopped. She turned back to glare at him as she said, "Oh, and if anyone asks, I'm the best you've ever had. I have a reputation to protect, too, you know. If they found out you passed out on me, I'd be ruined."

He nodded and she walked out the door, slamming it in her wake.

He put his hands to his eyes and rubbed them furiously, trying to remember who Tara was. He reached inside the depths of his mind, but he came up blank. "Aaarrrrrrrrrggggghhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" he growled as his fists hit the blankets in front of him. "Why can't I remember?"

He threw the blankets off of him and climbed out of bed to face the day.

Well, Bobby, at least your subconscious remembers Tara!!!

Joy

Dang, just as I feared - the memories are all subconscious. At least for now...

at least it's a start, something to get his concious brain working on

cath

Bobby, patience. Memories will come in time. Meanwhile, don't do anything bad.

There is a saying that I get told a lot: Be good, and if you can't be good, don't get caught!!!!

Jenny

Karen... if you were a man, I would kiss you.

I am so glad Karen realised Bobby is already taken!!!! But we still have the same problem... Bobby has amnesia!!!!


Restie

Okay. I'm sorry to say this, but this will probably be the last post for a day or two. I'm having LASIK done today and they say to keep the tv/computer time to a minimum. I don't think they realize how often I'm on a computer, so minimum to me is like, hours. But I believe they mean next to nothing (which to me is hours.... ). Anyway. I hope to be able to post more tomorrow evening, but no promises until at least later in the weekend. Hope this will suffice for now.... Mu-ah!

Ted Garrett walked into the Bullpen and got everyone's attention. "I need to see all of you now. Come to the conference room, please."

Looks of concern crossed their faces as they each stood and followed their boss out of the room.


As they seated themselves around the conference room table, Ted looked around at them. He knew this team - his team - was the best in the Bureau and he really hoped they were up to this case. He needed them to be at their best, but was worried that the disappearance of Bobby would be too much of a distraction to them right now. But that's why he needed them at their best - to bring Bobby home.

When everyone was settled in, he started. "I just received a phone call from Metro PD. There was a break-in last night in a rather elite neighborhood." He passed out papers with the information on it. "Myles, I believe this is right up the street from you, is it not?"

Myles read the paper dumb-founded, then nodded his head. "Yes. This is up two houses up and across the street from me. I had heard about this, but I didn't think it was FBI business."

Ted frowned. "Well, it is now. Fingerprints taken from the scene matched someone everyone in this room knows." He paused for effect, then announced, "Bobby Manning."

Gasps were heard from around the table as they exchanged worried glances. Ted continued, "His prints were found on the door lock and on the security system. They have concluded he was the one who got the rest of them in and disabled the alarm."

Jack sat forward. He quietly said, "We all knew about his lock-picking skills, Ted. It's come in handy for us on several occasions."

Myles added, "And he knows about alarm systems. He helped me pick mine out and installed it for me. He said it was the best in the business."

Ted nodded grimly. "I was able to convince Metro that he was undercover on a case for now, so they have agreed not to press charges on him if they find him before we do. I don't think they need to know about his amnesia, yet. But we have got to find him and stop him before he discovers his... other skills."

The team straightened in their chairs. Sue whispered, "Bombs."

Ted nodded. "We use his knowledge and skills to defuse the bombs, but in order to defuse them, he has to know how to build them. We have a potential terrorist out there wandering the streets with no clue to his identity or what side he's on. The bad part is, we don't want to treat him like any other terrorist. He's one of us. We want to keep him alive and unharmed."

"While the other side wants him dead," Myles mumbled.

"Right," Ted confirmed. "I'm putting this case as your top priority for now. Everything else you're working on can be re-assigned or put on a back-burner. Bring him home, and that's an order."

"Yes, sir," the agents said in unison, standing up to return to their desks.

Well, sometimes is really dangerous to know MUCH... I hope they will find him soon!!!!!


Restie

I hope they can get him back sooner then later. I have a bad feeling about this.

1. Bobby has too many interesting skills to say the least.

2. Was almost killed (probably by Vinnie brother...just speculations on my part)

3. Karen knows about Tara (at least her name and that she is important to Bobby) and lives in the house that Luke owns, that can not be good either. How much do we know about Karen anyway.