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minific. Law & Order: Criminal Intent
no title, contains spoilers for the episode on tonight.
"She played you." The words sound wrong, but Alex Eames has to say them anyway. More than anything, she has to say them. They are reality, here.
"No. I played her."
He sounds so certain. But there's a moment of uncertainty in his eyes and it's enough. "What is so different about her, Bobby?" Or should I call you Robert, she thought, but didn't say.
"She was," he shrugged, "Fragile. Held together with spit and wires and her own desperate need for him."
"Yes." Alex looked at him. "So. In the mood for a beer?"
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For the record, I literally can't think of another thing to write.
"She played you." The words sound wrong, but Alex Eames has to say them anyway. More than anything, she has to say them. They are reality, here.
"No. I played her."
He sounds so certain. But there's a moment of uncertainty in his eyes and it's enough. "What is so different about her, Bobby?" Or should I call you Robert, she thought, but didn't say.
"She was," he shrugged, "Fragile. Held together with spit and wires and her own desperate need for him."
"Yes." Alex looked at him. "So. In the mood for a beer?"
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For the record, I literally can't think of another thing to write.