Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. Dick Wolf does. If I did, Goren and Eames would need a Wedding Planner. Timeline: Morning after "Crap" Italics: Their thoughts
Hell yes he thinks when he sees her walk into the squad room. I made that sexy woman groan last night.
Hell no she thinks walking in and seeing him with a huge grin on his face. I am not going to watch him gloat all day.
Hell he thinks. She can pretend yesterday didn't happen but I won't make it easy for her.
Electricity flies across the desks as her spine gets stiffer and his grin gets bigger.
"Do you have the Flomer file Eames?"
"No. I put it on your desk yesterday."
"Well I can't find it. Would you mind checking your desk?"
Go to hell her smile says as she makes a show of moving papers around her desk.
What the hell? she thinks when she finds the file. She hands it to him sure that he planted it on her desk.
What the hell do I have to lose? he thinks as he purposely clasps her hand holding the file. Her spine and resolve get a little softer while parts of him get a little harder the longer they hold the file.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
Who the hell am I kidding she thinks when she glances his way for the fourth time in five minutes.
Hell yeah he thinks when he catches her eye for the fourth time in five minutes. He'd pump his arm like Tiger Woods if he didn't think Eames would knock him to the ground.
I'm going to hell he thinks as he says, "Eames, weren't we suppose to meet with Rogers in the lab?"
"What??" she says looking up and getting lost in his eyes.
Oh…hell she thinks releasing a sigh. "Yes… yes, I think we were."
Where the hell is my underwear? she thinks later.
"You have a hell of time keeping track of these," he says as he lifts her underpants by his finger.
"Shut the hell up!" she says as she snatches them from him.
As they exit the supply closet, they both think That was one hell of a ride!
