Title: Irresistible

Author: Rikke,    rikke.t.mellergaard@g...

Summary: I watched the third episode of the first season – the
one 
where B tells L that he wants her to try the tobacco case, and I just 
thought it was soo cute the way he put his arm around her in the end. 
So this story just sort of formed in my head.
It's about how B & L first got together…

Disclaimer: Not mine, but since it's Christmas DEK probably
won't 
mind me borrowing them – At least I hope so… :-)

Author's note: Thanks to Livvy for taking the time to help me.
This new story is a lot different from "Shining through", but
I hope 
you like it.

Feedback: Yes, Yes, Yes!!! :-)


She couldn't quite believe it. Was this really true? Had he just 
asked her to try the tobacco case?
"Hey Lindsay, are you coming or what?" Bobby called from the
door to 
the courtroom. She looked up realizing he was waiting for her. 
Quickly she caught up with him. As they walked out of the room 
together, he put his arm around her shoulders and asked: "So what
do 
you say we go get a beer?"
"Sounds great." She couldn't help smiling. He looked at
her with an 
amused expression in his eyes.
"Stop looking at me like that," she said but couldn't
prevent her 
smile from getting bigger and bigger.
"I can't… I just love that look on your face." He
laughed sweetly.
"What look…?"
"The one you always get when you've been pleasantly
surprised. This 
I'm-so-excited-I-don't-know-what-to-do-with-myself look."
"Oh, come on… I don't have such a look." She swatted
him gently in 
his stomach.
"Yes you do." He laughed while he tried to grab her hand with
his 
free hand to prevent her from hitting him.
"I don't!"
"You do!"
"I don't!"
"You do!"
They continued arguing until they reached the street.
"Look… It's snowing… I love snow!" Lindsay
exclaimed excited. Big 
white flakes were dancing around them enveloping the street in a 
dreamy glow.
"It could be raining rocks right now Lindsay, and you would still 
love it." Bobby teased her and took a step outside. "Come
on… Let's 
get going."
"You're being a major pain in the butt right now Bobby."
She mumbled, 
mostly to herself, as she bent down and picked up some snow.
Bobby was walking slowly waiting for her to catch up with him, when 
he was hit in the back of his head by something cold – and wet,
he 
realized when the snow melted and ran down his neck. He turned 
around. "You childish, immature, little…" Splash! He was hit
right in 
the face with the next ball of snow. Lindsay laughed and clapped her 
hands together. "You deserved that!"
He bent down, picked up some snow and started walking towards her. 
"You asked for it…"
"Oh, no you don't Donnell!" She moved backwards away from
him.
"Oh, yes I do!"
"You don't!"
"I do!" He threw the snow but she managed to avoid it.
"Ha ha!" She cried gloating. But as she saw the evil look on
his face 
she regretted her words, turned around and started running from him. 
He caught up fast and tackled her so she landed on her back in the 
snow.
"Apologize!" He ordered as he grabbed a fistful of snow and
held it 
right over her face.
"I most certainly will not!" She was not about to let him win
so 
easily. The snow splashed in her face.
"It's cooold!" she squealed.
"Really? I hadn't noticed that." He let another fistful
fall on her 
face.
"Enough Donnell… It's enough."
He let go of her a little. "You give up?"
"Never!" She laughed pushing him off her down in the snow.
"And never 
underestimate the power of a woman!" He tried to prevent her from 
pouring snow in his face, but he didn't succeed.
"Okay, now you really asked for it!"
She was surprised by his strength as he grabbed her, rolled her over 
him and threw her face down in the snow. He lifted up her neckline 
and poured snow down her bare neck. She screamed as it melted and 
started running down her back.
"Stop it! It's not fair!"
"Have you had it?" He asked laughing.
"Yes, yes I have!"
"What did you say?" This was too much fun to let her get off
so easy.
"Yes, I've had it… I'm sorry… I apologize…"
She was almost begging.
"Now, that's my girl." He got off her and helped her to
her feet.
"I hate you Bobby Donnell!" she emphasized, while trying to
dust off 
the snow. "I can't go get a beer with you now."
"Why not?" He was disappointed.
"Why not? Hey Ace, look at me I'm all wet!" He looked at
her and 
laughed out loud. She really did look awful. Her hair was one big 
mess and her coat was all crumpled and wet.
"I'm soaked!" She whined.
"I'm really, really sorry… I feel awful." Bobby
pretended to be 
serious.
"No you're not… And you better stop provoking me… Or
else…"
"… Or else what… You'll dip me in the snow?!" He
really enjoyed this.
"Now who's being immature, Donnell?" She looked at him
like he was a 
little child behaving badly, but she couldn't help feeling
slightly 
amused. This was a side of him she had never experienced before and 
she kind of liked it.
"Look I live just two blocks from here… Let's go to my
place and get 
you some dry clothes." He put his arm around her shoulders.
"What do 
you say?"
"Do you have beer?" She asked.
He looked at her and raised his eyebrows.
"Hey, don't give me that look… I need something to
comfort me and 
make me feel better after the way you've treated me!"
"And so you turn to the bottle…" He so liked teasing her.
"You know what Donnell, I've just about had it with you.
Let's get 
out of here before I do something drastic that might make me end up 
in a jail cell."
He felt her body shiver. She was starting to get cold, so he
didn't 
argue with her, although he had a very strong desire to, and led her 
towards his apartment.

"Welcome to my humble residence," Bobby said and opened the
door to 
the apartment letting her inside. He followed her inside and closed 
the door behind them. Lindsay walked into the living room and looked 
around curiously.
"So this is how the great Bobby Donnell lives."
He took off his coat. "Hey Lindsay, stop snooping around and get
out 
of those clothes."
She turned around looking at him with raised eyebrows. "Excuse
me?!"
"Uh… I mean… That really didn't come out the right
way…" His face 
went all red.
Then she smiled. "Relax… I know what you meant."
"Good… Good." He hurried into the bedroom to find her
some clothes.
In the meantime Lindsay took off her coat and suit jacket. She looked 
around the room again. It was a little messy, but very cosy. Large 
shelves filled with books, pictures all over the walls. She liked it.
"Here, you can put this on," he said and threw a shirt and a
pair of 
boxers on the couch. She picked up the shirt. It had the name
"Samba 
Bar" written over the left breast pocket.
"Samba bar?" She asked him.
"Ah… I sort of worked as a bartender for a couple of
month… In 
Greece."
"You… A bartender?" She looked surprised.
"I was twenty-one, okay? It's a long time ago." 
"And you still have the shirt?"
"Hey, it's my favorite one… Don't talk it down."
Bobby defended his 
old shirt.
She smiled her sweet smile to him. "I won't then."
"Thank you! Now go get changed."
"Okay, I will." She picked up the boxers and started walking
to his 
bedroom. Then she stopped and turned around.
"Snoopy?" She asked in an amused voice holding out the boxers.
"Oh, don't start again. I like him, okay? Now go change!"
As ordered she went to the bedroom and changed.

"Hey Bobby, where do I put my wet clothes?" She yelled.
"In the bathroom," Bobby yelled back opening the fridge
searching for 
beer.
"You find anything good in there?" Lindsay asked as she
walked in the 
kitchen. He looked up at her slightly amused.
"Looking good, Dole. All ready for trial?" He teased. She
shot him a 
dark look.
"Just get me a beer, Donnell!"
He handed her a beer and got one for himself as well. They went to 
the living room where Lindsay threw herself down in an old comfy 
armchair and placed her legs on the table. Bobby couldn't stop 
himself from glancing at her long, smooth legs and he felt a sudden 
desire to lean over and touch them. But he didn't. He
wouldn't allow 
himself to cross that line. Even though he had often thought of doing 
it.
"Hey, Donnell!" Bobby looked up with a start and realized he
had been 
starring for quite a while. "What are you starring at?" She
smiled at 
him playfully. For the second time that afternoon Bobby blushed.
"I… 
Uh… Nothing… I was just…"
Lucky for him the phone rang at that exact moment. He picked it up. 
"Hallo… Oh, hi Em."
Lindsay watched as an annoyed expression spread on his face.
"No, now is not a good time… Can't you come by tomorrow
instead? …
Well, make it quick then, can you?" He made a resigned gesture
with 
his hand and then he hung up. "Oh, no!" He mumbled and rubbed
his 
forehead. Lindsay looked at him.
"What was that all about?"
"It's an old girlfriend of mine… She seems to be having
trouble 
letting go of our relationship. There's always some reason for
her to 
call me or come by… I'm so tired of that."
"How long ago did you break up?"
"Almost six months!"
"And she still keeps calling you?"
"Uh, well… I met her at a party about three weeks ago, and I
sort of 
ended up sleeping with her…"
"No wonder she's trying to make contact with you… That is
just so 
typical of men!" Lindsay sounded a bit angry.
"Hey, I made it pretty clear to her that I was not interested in
more 
before we… It's not my fault that she finds me
irresistible." He 
looked very serious.
Lindsay couldn't help but laugh. "I'm glad you're not
over-modest."
Bobby realized how it must have sounded to her and laughed as well. 
"Hey, I can't help it… Women just find me
irresistible… It's my 
charm!"
"Oh, is that right?!"
"Yeah… Look at yourself, you're ready to throw yourself
all over me." 
He had a mischievous look in his eyes.
"You know Donnell, if I didn't know you would deliberately 
misinterpret my actions, I would slap you one right now!"
He sent her a gorgeous smile. "I most definitely would
misinterpret 
that." She shook her head and smiled back not quite able to read
his 
intentions. Was he just joking around or was he coming on to her? She 
took a sip of her beer.
"Well, anyway – to get back on track – she
`forgot' her scarf and now 
she wants to come get it."
"Seems fair enough."
"Yeah, but she's just so damn hard to get to leave once
she's here."
"Oh… Well can't you just tell her you've got some
important visitors, 
and I'll sit here, in your Snoopy boxers and look very
important?" 
Lindsay asked.
"Somehow I don't think she'll buy it…" He said with
laughter in his 
voice, then suddenly he became silent and a funny expression spread 
over his face. "… But then again…"
"What?" She didn't quite know how to interpret him.
"If you were my girlfriend…"
"What!" She repeated herself.
"Well, if she thought I was seeing someone, maybe she would take
the 
hint."
"Oh yeah! You would like that, wouldn't you."
"Come on Linds… It's just pretend, and you would be
really helping 
me." Bobby starred at her with pleading eyes. It probably
wouldn't do 
any harm, she decided. "Okay, I'll help you then."
"Great!" Bobby was excited. 

Ten minutes later the doorbell rang. Lindsay got up from the chair. 
"Well, this is it… Show time!"
"You go girl!" Bobby lifted his beer to salute her. She
grabbed her 
beer as well and took a last sip before she went to answer the door. 
As she reached the door the bell rang once again.
"Just a second." She put on a sweet voice as she opened the
door. 
Outside a tall, good-looking woman was standing looking very 
surprised the door had been opened by another woman. She took a step 
backwards taking in Lindsay's appearance and immediately
recognized 
the shirt.
"Hi." Lindsay said still in her sweet voice.
"Uh… Hi… Is Bobby here?"
"Yeah, sure… One second." She acted as if it was
completely normal to 
be standing in Bobby's clothes welcoming his old girlfriends. 
"Bobby," she called. "You've got a visitor."
Bobby took his time getting to the door, pretending he had just been 
in the middle of something. As he reached the two women, he moved in 
close to Lindsay and put a hand on her waist. "Hi Em… How are
you?"
"I'm fine thank you." She answered in a forced voice.
"Look, Bobby… 
Can I talk to you… Alone?"
"Sure." He said and then he leaned closer to Lindsay putting
his 
mouth to her ear. "Act like I've just said something really
sweet and 
funny and then walk away." He whispered.
She turned her face towards his, her lips only inches from his. A 
sweet, secret and sexy smile formed on her lips. "I will."
She 
whispered back just loud enough for Emma to hear. Bobby could barely 
keep himself from laughing when he saw the dark expression on
Emma's 
face. God, his girl was doing a great job! As Lindsay walked away she 
let her hand slightly touch Bobby's. Something that didn't go 
unnoticed by Emma. Lindsay had problems keeping a straight face, so 
she rushed to the living room where she sat down and decided to 
eavesdrop on the rest of their conversation.
"Who's she?" Emma asked.
"Lindsay?… Oh, she's just someone I work with." Bobby
answered 
innocently.
"Yeah right! That's why she's running around in your
shirt. If you're 
going to lie, could you at least learn to do it a little better?"
Her 
voice was bitter.
"Why do you even bother to ask Em, when you have already formed
your 
own opinion. You asked, and I answered the way I did because I
don't 
really think it's any of your business who or what Lindsay is to
me… 
You have your life and I have mine. Let's leave it at that."
Emma's face went white with anger. "Could I just get my
scarf, Bobby?"
Bobby found the scarf and handed it to her. She ripped it out of his 
hand and she was gone. With a little smile on his face Bobby closed 
the door and went to the kitchen. From the fridge he grabbed two 
beers and walked to the living room.
"Absolutely beautiful performance, definitely worth an Academy
Award… 
You nailed her, girl!" He said as he handed Lindsay the beer.
"Well, thank you Donnell." She said as she opened her beer.
He 
flashed her a big smile. Lindsay took a drink. "She really
didn't 
like the shirt-thing, huh?"
"Oh, no… She definitely hated that one. It was awesome."
"So this is a shirt all your women wear?" Suddenly she felt a
little 
uncomfortable wearing it.
"All my women?" Bobby laughed. "You make me sound like
some kind of a 
womanizer."
Lindsay looked down.
"But no, it isn't a shirt `all my women' wear.
It's my favorite one. 
No one but me ever wears it." He grabbed his beer and as he was
about 
to take a sip, he sort of mumbled: "… Apart from today,
anyway." 
Hoping that she wouldn't really hear him. But she did and
couldn't 
quite hide the tiny smile on her lips. She was slightly moved by his 
gesture, though it also made her feel a little weird. What did this 
mean? She couldn't really read him and his intentions. It's
not that 
she wasn't attracted to him – you had to be a fool not to be,
but it 
was a place they couldn't go.
To change the subject a little she said: "She sure is pretty…
Huh?"
"I don't know. Is she?" He said carelessly and drank some
beer.
"God Bobby, listen to yourself. As if you hadn't noticed…
You dated 
her."
"Well, of course I know she's good-looking, but pretty…
You can find 
prettier women."
She couldn't stop herself from getting a bit angry. It was always
the 
same with men, they just wanted someone who looked good, no matter 
how stupid that someone was. She was disappointed. Somehow she had 
thought that he was different.
"Oh, you can…" She asked belligerently. But he didn't
sense this, he 
just looked deeply into her eyes.
"Sure. You are… You're prettier than she'll ever
be."
The belligerence disappeared from her at once. This was probably the 
sweetest thing anyone had ever said to her. He was definitely about 
to cross the forbidden line, so she decided, it was time to leave. 
She got up from the chair. Her head was spinning and she had to reach 
for the chair-arm.
"I… I better go," She said wishing she'd had one less
beer.
"Why?" He asked in a soft voice.
"Because I'm drunk, and… And you're saying things to
me, that you 
shouldn't be saying."
He got up from the couch and walked towards her.
"And you're afraid of what… That I might take advantage
of the 
situation?"
"No, no… Of course not!" She said quickly almost
stumbling over the 
words.
He moved in closer. "Well… You should be…"
She looked up and her eyes met his. Alarm bells went off in her head, 
telling her to stop this and move away. But as he leaned closer she 
didn't move away, she didn't want to. His lips met hers. A
gentle 
promising, yet wanting kiss. Lindsay felt the warmth spread all over 
her body. Maybe this was wrong, but it sure as hell felt right.
As they broke apart Lindsay looked away feeling slightly 
uncomfortable.
"Bobby… We shouldn't be doing this…"
As if he didn't know that. Rule number one: Never get involved
with a 
co-worker. But now that he had crossed the line there was no way he 
could go back. With his hand on her chin he gently got her to face 
him again.
"I know that Linds… But I want to…"
She laughed a little. "You're just as drunk as I am."
He couldn't help but laugh too. "Well, if I am, just remember
that 
you hear the truth from kids and drunk people… We could be great 
together… Besides I know you find me irresistible."
"Oh yeah, that's right… I had completely forgotten
that," she said 
sarcastically.
"Well, good thing you have me to remind you." Bobby said and
kissed 
her again.
All the reasons not to be doing this were running through
Lindsay's 
head, but she chose to ignore them,  she put her arms around
Bobby's 
neck and deepened the kiss. Suddenly Bobby broke of the kiss, lifted 
her up and started walking to the bedroom.
"Hey Ace, what are you doing?!" Lindsay laughed.
"I'm taking you to a place where I can get you out of those
Snoopy 
boxers."
"Oh, you are?" She said playfully.
"Damn right I am… And it can't happen fast enough!"
He said and spun 
her around.
"Why Bobby Donnell, you naughty boy!"
Bobby reached the bed, put her down gently and placed himself on top 
of her, all the while kissing her.

Late at night Bobby was laying awake. His hand was resting on 
Lindsay's stomach gently caressing the naked skin. Though she was 
fast asleep she stirred a little and cuddled in closer to him. He 
liked that. He liked being here with her. It was a little weird. Sure 
he had been attracted to her, but he had never really imagined ending 
up like this. And it wasn't like he had been in love with her or 
something. He wasn't even sure that he was in love now. But it
just 
felt really, really right to him laying here next to her. Gently he 
placed a kiss on her bare shoulder. He really liked her – a lot,
but 
love… It had been ages since he had really been in love. At the
same 
time though he felt, that it probably wouldn't take more than a 
couple more nights like this one, and he would be head over heels. He 
pulled her in a little closer, and feeling her back against his chest 
he fell asleep.

Next morning Lindsay was woken by a kiss on her forehead. She opened 
her eyes and looked directly into Bobby's.
"Good morning, sleepyhead," he said.
"Morning," she said and looked away.
"What's the matter?" Bobby suddenly became afraid he had
done 
something wrong.
"This is just a little embarrassing," she still wouldn't
look him in 
the eye.
"Why?" He wanted to know. Finally she looked at him.
"Well… Sleeping with the boss isn't something I usually
do."
"It isn't?" He raised his brows and acted surprised. She
relaxed a 
little and slapped him gently on the chest.
"No…"
"Oh… You were really good at it though… So… You
could've fooled me!" 
He gave her a teasing little smile. She blushed a bit and didn't
know 
quite what to say. Though she would have loved to shut him up with a 
saucy reply.
Then suddenly she became very serious.
"You know we can't tell anyone at the office about this."
She was 
horrified at the thought of them knowing what had happened.
"Why not… What are you afraid of? That they might think
you're 
sleeping your way to the top?" He was still teasing her. She
decided 
to send that one right back at him.
"Well, isn't that what I'm doing?" At the expression
of his face she 
laughed a little. But of course he had a quick answer to that one too.
"No, it's not. You're sleeping with me because it gives
you such 
pleasure and because you find me irresistible. But if you don't
want 
to tell… Fine by me – as long as you come back tonight."
"Oh…" How does anyone respond to that? Instead she looked at
her 
watch and sat up very quickly.
"What?" Bobby asked.
"Oh my God, we overslept, it's 8 o'clock."
"It is? Well… Go, go… Hit the shower, I'll make some
breakfast."
Lindsay took a quick shower and went to get her clothes. The skirt 
and jacket could be used again, but the shirt definitely hadn't
liked 
the snow fight the day before. It was dirty and very crumpled. She 
grabbed the shirt and ran to the kitchen, where Bobby was setting the 
table.
"Bobby! What am I going to do? My shirt is all dirty and I have
no 
time to go home for a new one!"
He couldn't help laughing a little over her panicked state.
"Relax Lindsay… Take one of mine."
"I can't, they don't fit. People will know."
"Of course they won't. You just keep your jacket on and
nobody will 
notice." He moved close to her and placed a soft kiss on her
lips. 
Then he pulled away a little, but kept looking at her.
"What are you looking at?" Lindsay smiled.
"You know, you have freckles?" He hadn't noticed them
before, but 
thought they looked very cute.
"Oh no! You can see them!"
"Sure, they're very sweet."
"No, they're not. I hate them! Don't you have some make
up I can use 
to cover them up?" Lindsay was just about to panic. No shirt and
no 
make up! This was too much.
"Sure," Bobby said, "the dresser in the bedroom –
bottom left drawer."
Lindsay rushed to the bedroom, pulled out the drawer and found it 
full of socks. Hmm… She looked up. Bobby was standing in the door.
"Sucker!" He laughed.
"Hey, how was I to know…" She tried to excuse herself.
"Come on Freckle, wouldn't you have thought me very weird if
I had a 
drawer with make up in it?"
Okay, she couldn't find her way out of that one. "Don't
call me 
Freckle!" Was all she could think of to say. In the meantime
Bobby 
found a shirt for her in the closet.
"Here, take this one. And go get some breakfast while I
shower… 
Unless of course you want to join me."
She shot him a look telling him this was no time for being funny. He 
took the hint. "I'll just go alone."
"Yeah, I think so too." She said but a smile was playing on
her lips. 
She couldn't be really mad at him.

"So, are we ready?" Lindsay asked and began to open the front
door. 
Bobby reached out and closed the door again.
"No, not yet." He pushed her up against the wall and started
to kiss 
her. Eagerly she responded to his kiss. For a minute they forgot all 
about time and space. As they broke apart Bobby whispered to her: 
"Promise me you'll be back tonight."
Out of breath Lindsay just nodded. Oh yeah, she would definitely be 
back!

As they reached the office building Lindsay slowed down a little. 
Bobby stopped.
"What now?" He asked.
"Maybe we shouldn't walk in together, Bobby." She was
beginning to 
feel nervous.
"Why? They won't know Lindsay… Relax." But as he saw
the look on her 
face he gave in to her and said: "As you wish Milady."
She gave him a two minutes allowance before she walked in herself. At 
the office everything seemed normal. Maybe Bobby was right. Maybe it 
was just in her head. She unbuttoned her jacket, sat down and started 
reading some files. Slowly she started to relax. How would they ever 
know? She smiled to herself. If they only knew!
The door to Bobby's office opened and he poked his head out. 
"Lindsay, could you get the Durning file and come in here for a 
minute." He sent her a sweet smile that no one else noticed.
"Sure." She got up and walked to Rebecca's desk.
"Hey Bec, do you have the Durning file somewhere?"
"Yeah, just a second." Rebecca went through a pile of files.
As she handed Lindsay the file, Lindsay couldn't help notice she
was 
starring at her.
"What Rebecca?! Do I have something on my face?" The intense
stare 
was annoying her.
But Rebecca just kept starring at her then asked: "Is that
Bobby's 
shirt you're wearing…"