Disclaimer: These characters are not mine. They are all owned by Dick Wolf et.all.
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Characters' thoughts are in italics.
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Chapter One
Goren and Eames sat in the conference room, surrounded by pictures of dead girls. Three girls to be exact. But there were a lot of pictures of them. Some were on the bulletin board, some where on the wall, and some where scattered on the table. Along with the pictures were the police reports and witness statements.
They felt like they were close to figuring out a pattern but they were getting tired and hungry. They pressed on. It was close to 8:00 when they saw a possible connection.
Each girl was clubbing in SoHo. Each one had hit many different clubs, but all of them had been to two of the same. However, what seemed to be the most important link was that even though all three girls were described as overly flirtatious, they all left alone.
Then each one was attacked on their way home.
Eames re-read the reports. In all three cases, there was not one witness or friend who said that these girls had struck out. They all enjoyed being the center of attention but were not looking for a hook-up. Was this a connection?
Were they followed by someone that they rejected? Or by someone who didn't like their forward behavior?
They need to find this guy before he strikes again.
Goren and Eames filled Ross in on their theory. Ross liked the way they were thinking. He suggested that they go the clubs undercover and see if they can draw this guy out.
That meant Eames would be bait.
They would start tonight.
Goren and Eames left Ross' office and discussed their plan. They decided to try a club called Shenanigans first. They really weren't sure if this plan would bring any results but they had to start somewhere. They both went home to eat and change. Then they would meet a few blocks from the club but go in separately.
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Eames got home, fixed herself a salad and ate it while she looked through her closet. She already had an idea of what she wanted to wear. As she pulled out the clothes she couldn't help but wonder what Goren would think of her when he saw her outfit. She felt like this might be the best chance she'll have to get a read on his feelings for her. This was the night she had to press the issue and she had just the outfit for the task.
She finished eating, showered quickly, got dressed, and took off for the club.
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Goren got home, ordered a pizza, and looked through his closet while he waited for his food to arrive. As he debated his outfit he could only think about tonight. He knew that he was about to witness Eames flirting with and being hit on by a lot of men. He was trying to mentally prepare himself for what was to come. His brain kept trying to tell him that it was only work, but he couldn't stop thinking about how much he was going to hate watching some guy getting way too close to her. Goren had feelings for his partner. Actually, he had very un-partner-like thoughts about her. He knew he had to stay focused tonight, but he wasn't sure if he was up to the task.
Goren continued searching his closet, then he chose a cotton button down shirt that was charcoal with white stripes and a pair of jeans. That will do.
His pizza arrived. He ate it, showered quickly, got dressed, and took off for the club.
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Eames got stuck in traffic and she called Bobby. He was already at their meeting spot. She told him to go ahead into the club. She was about 10 minutes away and she would just get dropped off right in front of the place. So, off he went inside to find a seat at the bar.
Goren ordered a scotch and scanned the crowd to see if anyone looked suspicious to him. He couldn't help but notice how young and good looking all of the guys were. Damn. Look at all of them. This is going to suck.
Goren sent a text message to Eames letting her know that he was at the far end of the bar. She sent him one back that she was on her way in.
It's show time, she thought.
It's show time, he thought.
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A/N: I will be posting another chapter soon. It's already in the works.