[prompt] write wildly inappropriate Eames.
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Fuck this fucking day.
I'm sitting at my desk, forehead resting on my hands. I've kept my mouth shut through a lot of shit today, and I'm praying that nothing's going to jump during these last 10 minutes of my shift.
"Detective," Ross yells at me practically through his door. I don't even jump. In fact, I remain seated not moving. I can hear the surprise in his voice when he has to elaborate and says, "In here now."
Slowly I push away from my desk and make my way to his office. I do not present myself all open and amenable in front of him. I linger, with my foot half way out his door. "Captain."
"Where's your partner?" he asks my least favorite question to be asked, which is strangely also an often asked question of me.
"I've got no fucking idea," I reply, my voice soft, my tone a lot more neutral than my words.
"What?"
"I've got no fucking idea, Captain." I repeat, adding a touch of sarcastic formality to my reply by including his rank.
"I need to speak with him." Ross looks peeved.
"Well, then why are you speaking with me?" I ask what I think to be the obvious. Now Ross looks astounded.
"Cause you're here and he's not." He surprises me by responding. I know I should ask about what's going on, I tell myself I should care. But not today, not right now, I do not fucking care. I've had it with this day. "Find him." Ross commands me.
I look at the clock. 5 minutes. I walk over to Ross's desk, snatch up the receiver to his phone, dial Goren's cell phone number and hand the receiver to Ross. "Found."