It's about time Goren gets a girlfriend. It's about time he does something other than court tragedy and wear his exhaustion like an dull overcoat. And don't worry shippers, Goren's new girlfriend is just here to remind him of what he really wants…
Story takes place Season -9(lets hope there is one)
Rated T, may turn M eventually.
Chapter -1
Two unclothed bodies are contorted in bed sheets. A tall male with salt and pepper colored hair sleeps with his head, all but, face down into his pillow. Arms draped over his female companion, he snores gently as she stirs slightly. Her blond hair tickling his nostrils, causing him to stir a little as well. A serene scene, that is abruptly ended by a chorus of ringing cell phones.
Bobby Goren reaches blindly toward his nightstand to grab the offending device and reason with it. The light from the phone further inspires him to wakefulness. The name on the display brings him almost fully around to consciousness.
Ross…
"Yeah." Bobby answers abruptly. Having a little trouble concentrating, due to the other cell phone in the room, continuing it's auditory assault.
"Detective Goren, sorry to disturb you. There's been what appears to be another strangulation murder. Same MO as the last 4, same general location, same victim type. Looks like flex cuffs were used again. I need you and Eames on this tonight. I have a call going out to a forensic psychologist too. This is getting a little over our heads detective and I thought we could use any help we can get."
Bobby didn't really have time to react to the mention of the forensic psychologist, he mumbled in agreement with Ross and hung up. Letting out a long sigh he turned to his bedmate.
"Hey." Bobby whispered, shaking her arm gently. "Your phone, I imagine that's Ross. You probably want to get that…."
She turned to face him and smiled at the tousled bed head she sported. It made him look boyish despite his age.
"I could hear the whole thing, Robert. You have the volume turned way up on your phone." She yawned and chuckled. "Are you going deaf or something?"
Bobby snorted a little and returned the smile. "No. We should get going. Crime scene is only gonna get colder."
"You're right." She sat up and admired the backside of the man who made her come twice, just four hours prior.
"You know it's not good when they invite one of us to the party." With that Dr. Julia Michaels, slid from underneath the covers, and proceeded to retrieve her clothing from Goren's bedroom floor.
Bobby turned to face her while buttoning his pants. "You should really call Ross back. It's gonna look pretty suspicious if you show up when I do without calling."
"You're right again detective…." Julia waltzed over to Bobby and planted a slow, deep kiss on his lips. "I'm a little out of sorts after…." She turned her gaze toward the bed, sheets and pillows tossed with a pattern distinctive of rough love making.
Bobby reached out and grabbed her phone, handing it too her while she struggled to reapply her pants.
"Call him…."
"Sure. Robert I will. Relax…. Besides, it's not Ross you're really worried about." Julia looked at him knowingly.
Bobby gave her a stern look and continued dressing. He listened as Julia disappeared into his bathroom. The muffled sounds of her voice still audible through the door.
"Captain Ross, it's Dr Julia Michaels. I got your message. Where's the location?"
Bobby Goren sometimes hated that Dr. Julia Michaels was almost as perceptive as he was..