Started…technically, November 8th. That's when I found the lyrics, anyway. They reminded me of Bobby and Nicole Wallace, somewhat. I started writing the actual "fic" on November 10th, 2007. Britt Nicole's Indestructible.
It was in his eyes, the mixture of fire and pain he battled when they encountered Nicole Wallace. Or so he'd been told by Eames and the Captain. He'd never really noticed anything about his eyes.
Or you've been ignoring it, the rational part of his brain piped up.
He tried to tell himself to shut up, but the thoughts kept returning. This time he wasn't oblivious to the look in his eyes, the affect Nicole had on his posture and even the amount of sleep he was getting during this case.
You think you know it all
Just wait and see how you got it (got it) wrong
The days are dead and gone
Where you can push and pull me along
No, no more
Nicole thought she was so clever, could cover her tracks perfectly, could trick him into thinking she wasn't guilty of anything. But he knew better. And he knew he wasn't going to let her trick him anymore. He was sick of it.
I'll push harder, don't you bother
Try your best
You can't destroy me
I'll go farther
I'll get stronger
What I got you can't control
He was resolute in his decision: he was going to work harder at catching the perps, especially the annoying ones like Nicole Wallace who liked to mess with his mind and get him to question himself and his abilities.
No more, he told himself. They're not going to confuse me anymore. I'm going to work harder than before to catch them in their lies, and they'll be sorry they ever messed with Major Case Detective Robert Goren.
You say I'm breaking again
This time I won't even bend
Not giving in
I'm indestructible
You say you're under my skin
I'm not even listening
You'll never win
I'm indestructible
No way were perps going to push him around and screw up his brain anymore. He'd ignore their tactics from now on. Or better yet, turn their stupidity around on them and use it against them. Yeah, that's what he'd do…
Try to ruin everything
But I'm not letting you get to (get to) me (get to me, oh no)
Here's what I guarantee
Eventually you'll be weakening (you're weakening)
No longer would they control him. He wouldn't take it anymore. He'd be stronger than they were and would put them away faster than they could say "Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious."
Oh, my. Exactly 400 words. Cool.
I know it might be slightly OOC for him, but...I tried. If you think I need to fix some of it, let me know and I'll try my best to.