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He didn't like it. Not at all. Sure their talents would be useful, but...Life can be ruined by Buts little things that send doubt into your perfectly confident life. He's always had his Buts...but...none this...big and almost never two at a time. Plus these Buts were human and they also affected Eames. That's really what got to him. The bigger But was flirting with Eames. He didn't like it. Not at all.
It all started with four murders, all women, all sexually assaulted. This is where the Buts came into the picture. Elliot Stabler and Olivia Benson. Two really big Buts. Also two of New York's finest. Deakins' had called them in after the second murder. He thought it was a good idea at the time and had encouraged him to call. That was before But #1 walked in. Now But #1 was something else. He had beautiful But #2 next to him and he was flirting with HIS partner. Apparently But #2 didn't like it any better than he did. She turned to him and said,
"Hi. You must be Detective Goren, right? I'm Detective Benson and this is Detective Stabler. We're from Special Victims." He shook her hand. "I'm glad you could help. This is MY partner Detective Eames." Eames and Benson shook hands and eyed each other warily. They sat there in awkward silence until Deakins came in and said,
"Glad you made it. Come to my office and I'll fill in all the details." They followed him into his office and when they were gone Goren turned to Eames. "I don't like him. He has shifty eyes." Eames laughed out loud. "I liked him fine, but his partner...I don't know, something just doesn't rub right." She took the files out of a drawer and spread the photos around on her desk. "What do they all have in common?" He shook his head, turning the photos upside down to get a different perspective.
Benson and Stabler walked out of Deakins' office and shook his hand. "Thank you for all your help." They headed back toward Goren and Eames. "I don't like her," Benson said out of the side of her mouth, as they got closer to the Desk of Doom. "He makes me nervous," Stabler replied. "All twitchy. Makes my face itch." They finally reached the desk and Goren and Eames stood up.
Deakins watched with a type of sadistic pleasure. To see Goren all nervous and angry was a rare thing and, in this situation, quite humorous. He settled back in his chair with a bag of starburst and a bag of M&Ms to enjoy the show. Carver walked in halfway through one bag and sat down. Observing the four through the glass, Deakins offered him an M&M, which he took gratefully.
Eames glared. This was not good. Not at all. 'She's butting in on MY case, flirting with MY partner (not to subtly either. No one laughs at Goren's jokes. They're not funny.) and drinking MY coffee!' She watched her reach across Goren's arm, barely grazing him, to grab a picture and supposedly examine it. Eames snorted. A derisive "HA!" escaped her lips. Eames knew exactly what that conniving little...well big...temptress was up to. She purposely became a cop, just to get this case, just to get to HER partner! "Not today!" Everyone looked at her strangely. She coughed. "I, uh, just meant...that he wouldn't get away with it. Heh, heh." Everyone turned back to the pictures and she exhaled. Eames pondered for a moment. 'Might as well give her the benefit of the doubt.' A rebellious voice in her head piped up. 'She still has to stay away from Goren, though.' She nodded and then out loud said, "Yeah, that too."
AN: Feedback wanted. No flaming darts of malice. Or I'll send my flying monkeys your way. MWUAHAHAHAHA!
He didn't like it. Not at all. Sure their talents would be useful, but...Life can be ruined by Buts little things that send doubt into your perfectly confident life. He's always had his Buts...but...none this...big and almost never two at a time. Plus these Buts were human and they also affected Eames. That's really what got to him. The bigger But was flirting with Eames. He didn't like it. Not at all.
It all started with four murders, all women, all sexually assaulted. This is where the Buts came into the picture. Elliot Stabler and Olivia Benson. Two really big Buts. Also two of New York's finest. Deakins' had called them in after the second murder. He thought it was a good idea at the time and had encouraged him to call. That was before But #1 walked in. Now But #1 was something else. He had beautiful But #2 next to him and he was flirting with HIS partner. Apparently But #2 didn't like it any better than he did. She turned to him and said,
"Hi. You must be Detective Goren, right? I'm Detective Benson and this is Detective Stabler. We're from Special Victims." He shook her hand. "I'm glad you could help. This is MY partner Detective Eames." Eames and Benson shook hands and eyed each other warily. They sat there in awkward silence until Deakins came in and said,
"Glad you made it. Come to my office and I'll fill in all the details." They followed him into his office and when they were gone Goren turned to Eames. "I don't like him. He has shifty eyes." Eames laughed out loud. "I liked him fine, but his partner...I don't know, something just doesn't rub right." She took the files out of a drawer and spread the photos around on her desk. "What do they all have in common?" He shook his head, turning the photos upside down to get a different perspective.
Benson and Stabler walked out of Deakins' office and shook his hand. "Thank you for all your help." They headed back toward Goren and Eames. "I don't like her," Benson said out of the side of her mouth, as they got closer to the Desk of Doom. "He makes me nervous," Stabler replied. "All twitchy. Makes my face itch." They finally reached the desk and Goren and Eames stood up.
Deakins watched with a type of sadistic pleasure. To see Goren all nervous and angry was a rare thing and, in this situation, quite humorous. He settled back in his chair with a bag of starburst and a bag of M&Ms to enjoy the show. Carver walked in halfway through one bag and sat down. Observing the four through the glass, Deakins offered him an M&M, which he took gratefully.
Eames glared. This was not good. Not at all. 'She's butting in on MY case, flirting with MY partner (not to subtly either. No one laughs at Goren's jokes. They're not funny.) and drinking MY coffee!' She watched her reach across Goren's arm, barely grazing him, to grab a picture and supposedly examine it. Eames snorted. A derisive "HA!" escaped her lips. Eames knew exactly what that conniving little...well big...temptress was up to. She purposely became a cop, just to get this case, just to get to HER partner! "Not today!" Everyone looked at her strangely. She coughed. "I, uh, just meant...that he wouldn't get away with it. Heh, heh." Everyone turned back to the pictures and she exhaled. Eames pondered for a moment. 'Might as well give her the benefit of the doubt.' A rebellious voice in her head piped up. 'She still has to stay away from Goren, though.' She nodded and then out loud said, "Yeah, that too."
AN: Feedback wanted. No flaming darts of malice. Or I'll send my flying monkeys your way. MWUAHAHAHAHA!