Dependency Issues
by LMR
BA fluff Can be interpreted as BA friendship if, you know, you're weird like that.
Summary: Goren looses his portfolio and exposes his dependency issues. Rated K
Disclaimer: Where's my deed to Law and Order: Criminal Intent? I know it's here somewhere! I can't believe I lost it! I need it!!! If I don't have that, I can't force the characters to get married!!!
The third time Eames's desk rattled as Goren slammed a drawer on his own, she realized that she could no longer ignore the situation. She looked up from her paperwork. "Problem, Goren?"
"My portfolio. Have you seen it?" He looked like a lost puppy.
"You lost it?" She sounded truly concerned, he noticed. "No. You checked your car?" He nodded as she ran through a list of where it could be. "I'll keep my eyes open. I hope you find it." She returned to her paperwork.
"That's it?" he remarked.
She looked at him, perplexed. "What else? Am I supposed to put out an APB?"
"Thank you, for, you know, not making a remark," he commented.
"Remark?"
"Yeah, you know. I'm getting so freaked out about a missing portfolio, and you don't have anything...you know... you to say about it?"
"No, I know that portfolio means a lot to you. I really hope you find it."
He frowned. "Thank you, Eames. I know that's, you know, your thing. Thanks for not teasing about it."
She shrugged. "No problem."
He went back to rummaging through his desk. Offhand and uninterested, he added, peeking up over the desk from the floor. "You know, that's really something. I mean. It's really just too easy. The dependency issues, really."
"It's no big deal. I'm not going to kick you when you're down."
He laughed a little. "Takes a lot of restraint, really. I bet you could come up with some good ones." He closed a drawer a little harder than he needed to.
Eames set her pencil down very deliberately, putting an exhasperated look on her face. "Look, if you want to mope around like a kicked puppy because you lost your little notebook that has God knows what; maybe the Koran translated into Cantonese or the exact chemical composition of the perfect chicken casserole, or whatever Godawful geeky thing you've got in there, fine! But if you insist on brutalizing your desk like a rabid gorilla on speed, could you please do it after I leave? I would say that you would loose your head if it wasn't screwed on, but quite frankly, I think you've got too many screws loose for your head to actually be locked in position!"
As expected, he was grinning like a five year old in a candy store. A look of enlightenment crossed his face. "I left it in the trunk when I put the groceries away!" He strode purposefully out of the bullpen.
Eames shook her head and smiled. "Talk about dependency issues."
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