My first shot at CI fanfiction. Sorry if it's OOC. It's Goren's thoughts about Eames. Please R&R.
Sometimes he would find himself staring at her. Whether she would just be walking by or chatting with someone, he would stare, unable to take his gaze off her. His deep brown eyes marveling at her – her beauty, her brains . . . her. At the way she carried herself with an unnatural grace. He would just sit there and stare, enthralled with her.
Most of the time he would watch her while she worked. While she scanned what was on her computer screen or in a file folder sitting in front of her. He would look up from what he was doing to see her hard at work on the same case. He would just sit there and watch, curious about her.
Other times he would talk to her. Striking up a conversation about anything and everything, including his private life. Her voice had a soothing quality to it, making him able to relax. He loved to hear her voice, even if she was yelling. It pained him though to hear her scream (which was rare). Still her voice would deeply affect him one way or another. He would just stay there and listen, enchanted by her.
Then there were those times he would touch her. Touching her shoulder to get her attention or her hand to reassure her. It was like an electric jolt running through his body. Oh how he longed to hold her in his arms, to feel her warmth enveloping his cold heart . . . warming him up. A dream, but still able to become real. He would just lay there and dream, in love with her.
If only he could say how he feels about her, then all those times would have truly meant something and now have been a waste of time. If only he, Robert Goren, could tell his partner, Alexandra Eames, how much he loves her; how he would spend each and every day longing for her.
Until then, there's always tomorrow.
Comments and advice are welcome. Thanks
-Silvarius