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New fic. B/A, rated G, mild spoilers for the new season. Law and Order doesn't belong to me and most likely never will. Constructive critiscism welcomed!

Bobby Goren opened his door, bleary-eyed from sleep. The cold air hit his skin like a punch in the face; he was wearing only a pair of boxers and jeans. Rubbing his eyes, he could see someone walking away from his door.
“Alex!” he called, and she whirled around. The streetlights reflected off the tears streaming down her face.
“Bobby,” she said, fumbling for a tissue. “I…I couldn’t…” She stopped searching through her pockets, giving up. “I couldn’t sleep…”
“Come in,” he said, stepping towards her, reaching for her hand. Her small frame and gotten even smaller in the weeks since she came back to work. Bobby only saw her eating Skittles, and even that was rare. Sometimes, passing him case files or pointing over his shoulder, he could notice her hands shaking. Just barely, but shaking.
He led her into his apartment, turning the lights on low. Bobby’s cat, Rex, purred around his ankles.
Eames didn’t notice the cat and almost tripped over him. Bobby caught her before she could overbalance, and before she knew what was happening he was holding her, all of her, in his arms. She was enveloped in his scent and in the solid feel of his body against hers. And she was weeping, weeping tears that hadn’t come with the therapist and hadn’t come with her sister and hadn’t come alone.
He held her like that all night, his tears mingling with hers. When she woke up the next morning, the sun streaming through the windows and illuminating his face, she sighed and closed her eyes again. There had been no nightmares that night, no dreams at all other than the scent of his body floating through her mind.