Author Notes: Hi again, once again, please read and review. And please
email me if you have ideas, I really want to finish this fic, but I'm out
of ideas for the 5th and chapters after it. And yes there is another
chapter coming. Its PG at the moment, I'll tell you if it changes.
Disclaimer: No! I don't own them! But I (L) them!!!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~ CHAPTER 2 ******
Bobby took Eames aside over to a dark corner, still not noticing Deakin's watchful eye on them, he handed her the rose he had been holding behind his (and her's!) back.
"Thanks Bobby."
Alex gave Bobby a kiss on the cheek and a little smile. That confirmed his suspicions, she didn't know anything about the flower and Deakins was up to something. Something was a bit off, a shabby nightclub and a rose....
"Um... Now, changing the subject.....You look great Ally. But....'
"But what"
" You do realize you may have to run in that outfit, don't you, and where is your badge?" Bobby said commenting on her skimpy halter-top, miniskirt, and strappy high heel sandals. Bobby had never seen her dressed like that before, it almost made him wonder what was underneath those clothes 'stop it!' he commanded himself, this was Eames, his partner, not some woman he was dating.
"Typical, typical Bobby." Eames chuckles to herself, she had been expecting that comment, and it was fun to find some answer to keep her partner hanging, forgetting here fears, she replied rather sweetly. " First of all, I can actually run in this outfit, second, ever heard of Velcro, my badge attached to a piece of that a hidden out of sight."
"OK, OK, just one more question, where's your gun?"
"Where are we anyway, the precinct? Anyway, I have a smaller model, and it's in a secret pocket. Gees Bobby, and you call yourself a detective."
After the friendly banter, they walked into the club together.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
After entering together, the two split, they had a job to do. Goren positioned himself at the bar where he had a good view of the smoky Club, Deakins sat near the dance floor, all the others except for one, who was pretending to be a customer on the dance floor, were scattered around.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Eames straddled around in her chair, drinking her glass of beer, half- expecting she would black out because her drink had been spiked. Her eyes roamed the dance floor for the description she had been given by Genevieve Riverstar, one of the victims he had abducted and for some reason realeased: Caucasian, blue eyes, blond hair, and charming smile. Hey, Alex thought to herself, I could almost find that same description in Goren. But he doesn't need to know that.
Coming out of the men's washroom, a guy who fit the description perfectly walked out, walking out with a confident manner.
Propping her head onto hand, Alexandra said to the ring.
"Check out the guy coming out of the men's room, does he look like our guy?"
"Try make eye contact." Said a voice in her earpiece.
"OK."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Don't like the look of that guy, cute but, something is wrong with him, Goren observed as he put his profiler skills to work. He noticed a faint scar on his neck, even in the dim interior of the bar, probably a scratch from one of the victims. If that was the guy, he didn't want Eames to get too close.
He hope that his partner wasn't going to be hurt, he had been concerned for her, even before tonight. It wasn't that she couldn't defend herself, she could easily do that, it was the emotional side, ever since they started talking about the case
He had sensed that she had a totally different interior, different from the powerful, determined cop she was on the outside. He had gotten close to understanding what Alex was like outside of work a few times, like in the parking lot earlier, the look in her eyes when he had tried to figure out what was wrong. Probably some guy she cared about, who got hurt or left her Goren thought.
This was gunna be one long night, and he knew it.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Weird, I no, but hey, its me that rote this, plz R&R ~*~ Black Storm ~*~
Disclaimer: No! I don't own them! But I (L) them!!!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~ CHAPTER 2 ******
Bobby took Eames aside over to a dark corner, still not noticing Deakin's watchful eye on them, he handed her the rose he had been holding behind his (and her's!) back.
"Thanks Bobby."
Alex gave Bobby a kiss on the cheek and a little smile. That confirmed his suspicions, she didn't know anything about the flower and Deakins was up to something. Something was a bit off, a shabby nightclub and a rose....
"Um... Now, changing the subject.....You look great Ally. But....'
"But what"
" You do realize you may have to run in that outfit, don't you, and where is your badge?" Bobby said commenting on her skimpy halter-top, miniskirt, and strappy high heel sandals. Bobby had never seen her dressed like that before, it almost made him wonder what was underneath those clothes 'stop it!' he commanded himself, this was Eames, his partner, not some woman he was dating.
"Typical, typical Bobby." Eames chuckles to herself, she had been expecting that comment, and it was fun to find some answer to keep her partner hanging, forgetting here fears, she replied rather sweetly. " First of all, I can actually run in this outfit, second, ever heard of Velcro, my badge attached to a piece of that a hidden out of sight."
"OK, OK, just one more question, where's your gun?"
"Where are we anyway, the precinct? Anyway, I have a smaller model, and it's in a secret pocket. Gees Bobby, and you call yourself a detective."
After the friendly banter, they walked into the club together.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
After entering together, the two split, they had a job to do. Goren positioned himself at the bar where he had a good view of the smoky Club, Deakins sat near the dance floor, all the others except for one, who was pretending to be a customer on the dance floor, were scattered around.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Eames straddled around in her chair, drinking her glass of beer, half- expecting she would black out because her drink had been spiked. Her eyes roamed the dance floor for the description she had been given by Genevieve Riverstar, one of the victims he had abducted and for some reason realeased: Caucasian, blue eyes, blond hair, and charming smile. Hey, Alex thought to herself, I could almost find that same description in Goren. But he doesn't need to know that.
Coming out of the men's washroom, a guy who fit the description perfectly walked out, walking out with a confident manner.
Propping her head onto hand, Alexandra said to the ring.
"Check out the guy coming out of the men's room, does he look like our guy?"
"Try make eye contact." Said a voice in her earpiece.
"OK."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Don't like the look of that guy, cute but, something is wrong with him, Goren observed as he put his profiler skills to work. He noticed a faint scar on his neck, even in the dim interior of the bar, probably a scratch from one of the victims. If that was the guy, he didn't want Eames to get too close.
He hope that his partner wasn't going to be hurt, he had been concerned for her, even before tonight. It wasn't that she couldn't defend herself, she could easily do that, it was the emotional side, ever since they started talking about the case
He had sensed that she had a totally different interior, different from the powerful, determined cop she was on the outside. He had gotten close to understanding what Alex was like outside of work a few times, like in the parking lot earlier, the look in her eyes when he had tried to figure out what was wrong. Probably some guy she cared about, who got hurt or left her Goren thought.
This was gunna be one long night, and he knew it.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Weird, I no, but hey, its me that rote this, plz R&R ~*~ Black Storm ~*~