Hostage
Chapter 1- Stuck
A/N: Hello! This story is shorter than 'Till Death Do Us Part' coz there really isn't a case to explain to get to the main story line.
Disclaimer: None of 'em mine
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"Isn't this New York traffic just great?" Goren said sarcastically. Eames laughed.
"Yeah. It isn't normally like this at 8:30am" she replied. The trains were on strike so Eames had decided to give Goren a lift to work - if they ever got there. There were road works being done on a busy road, not a good mix for peak hour. Goren sighed.
"And people wonder why drivers get road rage! Why can't they do it at some other time, like not now?" he sighed. He watched the clock tick over 8:31 and banged his hand on the dashboard. "Come On!" he said loudly out the window.
"Goren, chill! We'll get out sometime soon" she calmed him. He smiled.
"Well that isn't soon enough. Oh my god! We're moving," he said with a mix of sarcasm and excitement. Slowly they inched forward and passed the road works. It took them another 45 minutes to get to their destination. They both raced into the elevator and sighed with relief.
"At least we are technically at work now" Eames said, panting after the mad rush. Goren leant against the wall and checked his watch.
"9:16am. Only 16 minutes late" he said to himself.
"Well Mr. Punctual is late for once. Welcome to the real world" Eames said. He nodded. Suddenly there was a jolt, the lights flickered and a bang and the elevator came to a standstill. Eames pushed the buttons.
"Oh no.no, no no! What now?" she said banging the emergency button.
"What? Are we stuck?" he asked. Eames nodded.
"Oh this is just fantastic. How long are we gonna be in here?" Goren asked.
"Oh about 5 minutes I'd say" she replied calmly.
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3 hours passed by. Eames sat on the floor playing with her hair while Goren leant against the railing playing with his tie.
"How long did you say?" he teased.
"Oh shut up. Come on! How long does it take for Deakins to realise his two favourite people in the whole wide world aren't there?" she sighed.
"Since when have we been Deakins' favourite people?" Goren asked. She shrugged and lay flat on the floor, ankles crossed hands under her head.
"Since we cracked that 10 year murder case I think" she said. "Well, since I bagged the guy with my trusty female flirty skills" she bragged light heartedly.
"Oh really? And who was it that actually found the evidence that led us to the guy why you bagged?" he retorted. He lightly kicked her and made her shove over to make space for him to lie down next to her.
"Ok, I'll give you that one. But if I wasn't brave enough to lure him into that train car he wouldn't have been caught" she said.
"Alright. 50/50. I did the evidence and you caught him, ever so bravely might I add" he settled the discussion. Eames grinned. It was so good to be able to joke around with someone and not be taken seriously, especially in this line of work. A lot of partners always fought over whom did what, but with Eames and Goren they knew in the end they both did their share.
"Thanks." They lay in on the floor staring at the ceiling for ages, in silence. Another hour passed and each of them thought the other was asleep.
"Do you like being stuck here with me?" Goren piped up. Eames looked at him.
"What do you mean?" she asked. Goren sighed.
"I mean is it really so bad being in a confined space with me?" he re- worded his question. She thought a moment.
"Goren, I don't think I can imagine being stuck here with anyone but you," she answered, slapping her hand on his chest. He smiled. He was lying next to a woman who was intelligent, beautiful, playful and enjoyed being with him. And being honest to himself, he liked her too. Part of him wanted to act on the feeling, but the cautious part said no.
~*~*~* "What would you do if I kissed you?" he asked, feeling like a schoolboy. Eames propped herself up and leant on her hand, elbow holding her weight. She looked into his brown eyes. The question had taken her by surprise, but she knew the perfect answer.
"I'd probably kiss you back" she smiled. He grinned back and placed his hand on her cheek. Gently pulling her forward their lips met tenderly. It wasn't a fiery, hot, passionate kiss; but a soft loving one. The kind shared between friends who are stepping over the line and aren't sure. They broke away and grinned at each other. Eames rested her head on his chest. ~*~*~*
"Are you going to sleep?" Eames said, breaking his daydream.
"No. Just thinking" he said. Eames left it at that and returned to playing with her hair.
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In the office Deakins sat in his black leather chair. Tycoon was there with him, sitting on his desk offensively.
"So where are they?" he asked, inspecting his nails. They had a yellow tinge to them from smoking.
"I don't know. They are usually here by now. Let me call them" he said reaching for his phone, but Tycoon slammed his hand on the receiver.
"No. I'll call" he said, picking it up and dialling Eames' number. She picked up.
"Hello?"
"Eames, where the hell are you?" he said, like Deakins would have.
"Oh, we are.who is this?" she asked suspiciously. His plan backfired.
"Never you mind. Deakins asked me to call you and find out where you are" he went to plan B.
"We are stuck," she answered.
"Where?" he asked becoming very agitated. Eames, being cautious decided to lie.
"In traffic. You should see it banking up. Since the trains are on strike everyone is driving. We'll be there shortly," she said. There was a loud sigh on the other end.
"Ok, be here ASAP, got it?" he demanded.
"Sure" Eames said and hung up. Goren got up to stretch, leaving Eames on the floor stunned.
"Who was it?" he asked, reaching up, nearly touching the ceiling.
"Some guy ringing from Deakins' office asking where we were" she said, leaning against the wall.
"Why did you lie?" he asked.
"I sensed something not quite right about him. Deakins wouldn't send someone to call, he'd do it himself. Something isn't right," she said. "I'll call main desk and ask if anything suspicious has been happening," she said.
"Hi, is there anything out of the ordinary happening? No? Well I am stuck in the lift. Can you get us out? Thanks." The call was short.
"She's gonna get us out," Eames told her partner.
"Oh good. It is about time" he said. The wait so far had been long enough, and even though he loved being in the company of his favourite person, enough was enough.
A/N: Hello! This story is shorter than 'Till Death Do Us Part' coz there really isn't a case to explain to get to the main story line.
Disclaimer: None of 'em mine
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"Isn't this New York traffic just great?" Goren said sarcastically. Eames laughed.
"Yeah. It isn't normally like this at 8:30am" she replied. The trains were on strike so Eames had decided to give Goren a lift to work - if they ever got there. There were road works being done on a busy road, not a good mix for peak hour. Goren sighed.
"And people wonder why drivers get road rage! Why can't they do it at some other time, like not now?" he sighed. He watched the clock tick over 8:31 and banged his hand on the dashboard. "Come On!" he said loudly out the window.
"Goren, chill! We'll get out sometime soon" she calmed him. He smiled.
"Well that isn't soon enough. Oh my god! We're moving," he said with a mix of sarcasm and excitement. Slowly they inched forward and passed the road works. It took them another 45 minutes to get to their destination. They both raced into the elevator and sighed with relief.
"At least we are technically at work now" Eames said, panting after the mad rush. Goren leant against the wall and checked his watch.
"9:16am. Only 16 minutes late" he said to himself.
"Well Mr. Punctual is late for once. Welcome to the real world" Eames said. He nodded. Suddenly there was a jolt, the lights flickered and a bang and the elevator came to a standstill. Eames pushed the buttons.
"Oh no.no, no no! What now?" she said banging the emergency button.
"What? Are we stuck?" he asked. Eames nodded.
"Oh this is just fantastic. How long are we gonna be in here?" Goren asked.
"Oh about 5 minutes I'd say" she replied calmly.
~*~*~*~*~*
3 hours passed by. Eames sat on the floor playing with her hair while Goren leant against the railing playing with his tie.
"How long did you say?" he teased.
"Oh shut up. Come on! How long does it take for Deakins to realise his two favourite people in the whole wide world aren't there?" she sighed.
"Since when have we been Deakins' favourite people?" Goren asked. She shrugged and lay flat on the floor, ankles crossed hands under her head.
"Since we cracked that 10 year murder case I think" she said. "Well, since I bagged the guy with my trusty female flirty skills" she bragged light heartedly.
"Oh really? And who was it that actually found the evidence that led us to the guy why you bagged?" he retorted. He lightly kicked her and made her shove over to make space for him to lie down next to her.
"Ok, I'll give you that one. But if I wasn't brave enough to lure him into that train car he wouldn't have been caught" she said.
"Alright. 50/50. I did the evidence and you caught him, ever so bravely might I add" he settled the discussion. Eames grinned. It was so good to be able to joke around with someone and not be taken seriously, especially in this line of work. A lot of partners always fought over whom did what, but with Eames and Goren they knew in the end they both did their share.
"Thanks." They lay in on the floor staring at the ceiling for ages, in silence. Another hour passed and each of them thought the other was asleep.
"Do you like being stuck here with me?" Goren piped up. Eames looked at him.
"What do you mean?" she asked. Goren sighed.
"I mean is it really so bad being in a confined space with me?" he re- worded his question. She thought a moment.
"Goren, I don't think I can imagine being stuck here with anyone but you," she answered, slapping her hand on his chest. He smiled. He was lying next to a woman who was intelligent, beautiful, playful and enjoyed being with him. And being honest to himself, he liked her too. Part of him wanted to act on the feeling, but the cautious part said no.
~*~*~* "What would you do if I kissed you?" he asked, feeling like a schoolboy. Eames propped herself up and leant on her hand, elbow holding her weight. She looked into his brown eyes. The question had taken her by surprise, but she knew the perfect answer.
"I'd probably kiss you back" she smiled. He grinned back and placed his hand on her cheek. Gently pulling her forward their lips met tenderly. It wasn't a fiery, hot, passionate kiss; but a soft loving one. The kind shared between friends who are stepping over the line and aren't sure. They broke away and grinned at each other. Eames rested her head on his chest. ~*~*~*
"Are you going to sleep?" Eames said, breaking his daydream.
"No. Just thinking" he said. Eames left it at that and returned to playing with her hair.
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In the office Deakins sat in his black leather chair. Tycoon was there with him, sitting on his desk offensively.
"So where are they?" he asked, inspecting his nails. They had a yellow tinge to them from smoking.
"I don't know. They are usually here by now. Let me call them" he said reaching for his phone, but Tycoon slammed his hand on the receiver.
"No. I'll call" he said, picking it up and dialling Eames' number. She picked up.
"Hello?"
"Eames, where the hell are you?" he said, like Deakins would have.
"Oh, we are.who is this?" she asked suspiciously. His plan backfired.
"Never you mind. Deakins asked me to call you and find out where you are" he went to plan B.
"We are stuck," she answered.
"Where?" he asked becoming very agitated. Eames, being cautious decided to lie.
"In traffic. You should see it banking up. Since the trains are on strike everyone is driving. We'll be there shortly," she said. There was a loud sigh on the other end.
"Ok, be here ASAP, got it?" he demanded.
"Sure" Eames said and hung up. Goren got up to stretch, leaving Eames on the floor stunned.
"Who was it?" he asked, reaching up, nearly touching the ceiling.
"Some guy ringing from Deakins' office asking where we were" she said, leaning against the wall.
"Why did you lie?" he asked.
"I sensed something not quite right about him. Deakins wouldn't send someone to call, he'd do it himself. Something isn't right," she said. "I'll call main desk and ask if anything suspicious has been happening," she said.
"Hi, is there anything out of the ordinary happening? No? Well I am stuck in the lift. Can you get us out? Thanks." The call was short.
"She's gonna get us out," Eames told her partner.
"Oh good. It is about time" he said. The wait so far had been long enough, and even though he loved being in the company of his favourite person, enough was enough.