OK, OK, I think I've got something now. A huge thank you to everyone for their suggestions--please, keep them coming! ;-)

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The clock ticked in its even, steady rhythm as the lazy sunshine drifted idly in through the window. Assistant District Attorney Ron Carver was scribbling some notes on a piece of loose lined paper when he heard a knock at his door. "Come on in," he said without looking up.

He raised his eyebrows as Goren and Eames sidled into his office, both wearing very straight and serious faces. Eames was carrying a plastic shopping bag and Goren had his hands stuffed in his pockets. "Detectives, it's good to see you again. What brings you here?"

Eames looked at Goren, biting her lip; Goren looked at Eames, shuffling his shoes on the carpet. Neither ventured an explanation. "Uh... Detectives?"

Finally Eames spoke up. "Carver, we, um... we came into work this morning, and we went into our office, and, uh... and..."

"And we found these... tacked up to the bulletin board," finished Goren. He took the shopping bag from Eames and reached into it, rooting around until he fished out--

Carver stammered noiselessly, his lips quivering, and went beet red. "Where did you get those?" he blurted out.

"They were put up on the bulletin board," Eames said helpfully, as Goren carefully laid the battered pair of flannel boxers on Carver's crowded desk, and added, "We don't know who did it."

Carver snatched up the boxers and yanked open a side drawer. "Um, wait, there's... a note..." He stared down at the worn gray fabric and saw a tiny slip of white paper pinned to the waistband.

He slowly read the hastily scrawled words aloud: "Sweetie-pie, you left these at my place last night and I just thought I'd give them back. Can't wait until I see you tonight, my cuddly little darling. Love and kisses, your itty bitty honey-buggie."

Carver whipped his head up with a murderous glare to see Eames rustling the shopping bag. "We also found this," she said, very calmly and coolly and evenly, and passed him a flyer with a blooming red rose taped to one corner.

The seasoned lawyer grabbed the paper, nearly crunching it between his trembling hands, and stared at it in growing disbelief. "An ad for tango lessons, with my name at the bottom and a bunch of little hearts drawn around it."

"That would be it," said Goren, very calmly and coolly and evenly.

Carver took a long, deep breath. His fingers curled and clenched into fists, then loosened. He stared at the two with red cheeks and intense anger in his dark eyes. "You two... you're both detectives, correct?"

Hurried nodding from the detectives.

"So find out who did this!" Carver's bellowing roar boomed out across and down the hall as Goren and Eames fled.

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They were still laughing when they got inside the precinct. Goren whirled around, his face bright with mirth, as he fluttered his hands daintily in the air. "Oh, Ron, you're so big and strong... oh, Ron!"

"Stop," wailed Eames, clutching her stomach, "stop, Bobby, I can't breathe!" She went into another convulsion of laughter, shaking with giggles.

Goren paused for a moment, his breath coming short in an entirely different way. Never before had Eames called him by his first name. She was still doubled over, her eyes sparkling and her wide smile radiant.

Her chuckles subsiding, she peered over his shoulder and sobered instantly. "Goren?" She pointed at the bulletin board behind him.

Goren turned around to see...

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