It was odd that of all the places he'd been, this felt most like home. Old stone and smudged glass. Stained carpets and dented metal cabinets. Not the usual domestic landmarks. But for Bobby Goren, walking into One Police Plaza was like coming home. Like most homes these dingy walls had witness some of his greatest successes and more spectacular failures. And like most families, not all the faces were welcoming. But one was. One particular pair of brown eyes always drew him in, welcoming him back. In that way, it made perfect sense. Home is where the heart is.