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Title: Recalculating ~ please read between the lines of this title.
Summary: A police seminar, a road trip, a possessed GPS and maybe even some romance. B/A~ish ... of course.
Some humor,drama, romance and a little touch of bittersweet (CI Alphabet soup)
Rated T ~ so far.Recalculating
Spring has sprung in New York and so hasn't spring fever at Major Case … particularly with Eames and Goren.
"Damn it!"
"What's wrong Bobby?"
"I broke a nail."
Eames started laughing, "You're kidding me right? You broke a nail? As in … I need to call my manicurist … I broke a nail?"
"No … well … I did break my nail. Here, have a look."
He held his finger up and showed her his blackened nail. He was working on his car with Lewis …
"Eew … I mean, that looks … eew."
"Eames, we've seen bodies that have gone through meat grinders. My finger nail isn't that disturbing. It's just that … Lewis missed the bolt and … well, hit the nut."
"The nut being … you?"
"Yeah."
"Christ Goren, you're such a pain in the ass."
"Yeah, exactly."
It had been a long winter … Eames felt it, Bobby felt it and God knows, his throbbing finger felt it. Eames thought he looked so pathetic staring at his finger, like it was some kind of sign. A sign from some unknown source telling him things were not going to get better. She wanted to change that … she just didn't know how.
"Eames, Goren … my office!"
"Great, now my head hurts."
"Behave, he's warming up to you after three years."
As they walked towards his office, Bobby twisted back towards Eames and whispered … "After eight … have you?"
They're at his door before she can reply. He's in front of her so she can't see his devilish grin, by the same token … he can't see the smile on her face.
"Captain, you wanted to see us?"
"Come in. Have a seat."
"Sir."
"I'm sending the two of you on a road trip. And just like that … like a gift from heaven, Eames had her answer. It's a seminar on Behavioral Profiling. It's been a long winter and with the new guy here, I think it will be just what the Doctor ordered to get the two of you back on track." She thought so too.
"Back on track, Sir?"
"Yes, Detective. Re-connect as it were. I understand that your partner has expressed a desire to understand the psychological nuances of profiling and I figured you wouldn't mind a refresher course."
"I do like to take courses."
"And I would like to understand how Goren goes from A to Z without the other letters of the alphabet."
"Wouldn't we all Eames. The partners share their patented look. Take the rest of the day and I'll e-mail you your itinerary."
Eames was thinking the captain was right … this was just what the doctor ordered. He was being playful and they would be alone. It was the perfect opportunity to connect … not re-connect.
They walked side by side out of Captain Ross's office with Bobby looking down at his finger again.
"Ya know, I think my finger may be broken."
"I thought you said your nail?"
"Yeah, that too."
"Good thing you're not right handed."
"Hmm, good thing."
He continued to look at his finger as Eames gathered her things to leave. She leaned across their desk and said … "Yeah, me too." As she walked away, Goren looked up … "You too what?" She smiled and kept walking. He grabbed his binder and caught up with her at the elevator … she held it for him.
"You too what, Eames?"
"Before … you asked me a question. After eights years … have I warmed up to you? Yeah … I have."
The elevator doors closed and left them alone in the confined space for eleven floors. Goren's devilish grin was gone, she caught him off guard … she got the upper hand on him … so she thought … he quickly recovered.
"It took eight years? … you had me at …it's nice to meet you Goren."
"I was lying."
"You're breaking my heart, Eames."
Her smile was making him forget about his throbbing finger … his throbbing life.
They left each other's side at One Police Plaza and went home to pack and await word from Ross … Eames had other plans. She didn't know where, but he did say road trip, she stopped and bought Bobby a GPS. The next part of her plan was to talk him into taking his Mustang instead of NYPD's SUV. After all … what kind of road trip would it be in an official police vehicle when Bobby had a classic Mustang convertible? She sent him an e-mail … she loved that car and he knew it. How could he deny her?
When Bobby checked his e-mail from the captain, he was pleasantly surprised that the seminar was to be held in Lake George, four hours North of Brooklyn. He had been there as a youth, he knew how to get there. He decided he would take the Mustang out of winter storage … for Eames he would do almost anything. He smiled when he read her e-mail.
Bobby, if you wouldn't mind. Could we please take your Pony out to play? I'm sick of the SUV… I don't think there's any chance of snow now … I'll even let you drive … Eames
They arranged to get an early start of it the following morning … he tooted … she knew that horn. It started out on the right foot. He helped her with her bags and then she slid into the passenger seat. She presented him with the GPS.
"Thank you, Eames, but I know my way to Lake George."
"When was the last time you went?"
"I don't know, when I was a kid."
"I think we need this."
"Okay, but I'm telling you … I know the way."
Because Eames went through the trouble of buying him a GPS … he placed it on his window and programmed it for Lake George. The sexy female voice begins her instructions … their road trip started to take a downward turn.
In one half mile … turn right …
"She has a sexy voice … don't you think, Bobby?"
"I guess … It kind of sounds like you ... odd, he thought … you could have read the directions off a map."
Turn left onto Flatbush avenue.
"But I want to turn right."
TURN LEFT ONTO FLATBUSH AVENUE, I SAID! Damn it … a man is behind the wheel!
The partners glanced at each other.
"Eames … I'm scared."
"Yeah, me too."
Recalculating …
"Uh-oh!"
Next up: They check in ... Alex is a man's name ... isn't it? Thanks for reading ... reviews are always appreciated ~ Judy