Detached 2
They arrived at Tom's grill. Goren held the door open for her. She walked up to the counter; he slid into a booth and grabbed a menu.
She looked back at him. "What are you doing?"
"Getting ready to order lunch," he responded.
"Let's just get something to go," she said. "We can eat back at the station."
"I don't like to eat at the station, too many interruptions," he replied. He didn't look up from the menu.
"But all the files and reports are at the station. I can't get any work done here," she said forcefully.
"That's why they call it a lunch break," he snickered. He wondered about her, how someone always runs on full speed ahead. He wished he would have done more research on her.
She reluctantly walked over to the booth and picked up a menu. She gave him an angry look and then turned her attention to the menu. He hid his smile behind the menu. The waitress came over.
"Hey Bobby you want your usual?" she asked.
"Yeah, Tina, that sounds great," Bobby said as he picked up his menu.
Bree gave him another dirty look, then looked at the waitress, "I will take the club sandwich and a diet coke."
"You want chips or fries?" Tina asked.
"Chips," she replied.
The waitress walked away.
"So that's your motive," said Bree. Looking more peeved.
"What do you mean?" asked Bobby.
"You want to stay here and eat lunch to visit your girlfriend. I guess it doesn't mater to you that we have a serial killer to catch. Also it doesn't mater to you he could be out there stalking his next victim," she said angrily as she pointed out the window.
"Whoa, wait a minute. First of all, I don't think taking a few minutes to eat lunch will change anything. You have to take time to clear your mind and feed your body. Second of all Tina isn't my girlfriend, she is my friend Lewis' girlfriend. You asked where they served a good club sandwich and this is the place," Bobby sat back ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. "I don't know what your problem is, but you definitely seem to have a communication problem."
The waitress brought their food; she noticed the tension in the air, so she just left the food and walked off. Bree started to eat her lunch without saying a work, but then she put her sandwich back on the plate.
"You're right, I do have communication problems. I'm sorry." She didn't make eye contact and went back to her sandwich. Then she put it down again. "But like you I have trust issues too." Then she went back to eating.
Wait a minute; did she do a profile on him? Of course she did, that's how she knew he looked up her team. She knows all about him. She is a profiler she wouldn't go into any situation without knowing all about everyone she is dealing with. Declan taught him that.
"So how was it working with Declan Gage?" he asked taking a chance that she had worked with him.
"You should know," she responded.
"So you did research me," laughed Goren.
"And you did research me. You worked with Declan that's the first lesson he taught," she looked at him in the eye for the first time. "Declan was a genius in the profiling world."
"But he wasn't the greatest father to his daughter, and he did have a psychotic break. He let the job get the best of him," informed Goren.
"That's why you can't have it both ways, you have to remain focused. People think I might break, but I remain unemotional you have to remain detached," said Bree.
"How can you just turn off your emotions like that?" quizzed Goren.
"I look at the people I work with as tools and each case as a puzzle. That simple," she said. "The other way is too hard. When I let myself get emotionally involved it affects my work, killers get away. The last time I was emotionally involved, my partner of 8 years was murdered because of me that was 5 years ago. It will never happen again."
"That is not the answer Sabrina," said Goren.
"Are you finished? We have to get back. There is a killer we have to catch," she said.
Goren paid the bill and told Tina to give Lewis his best. They drove back to One PP in silence. Sabrina filled in the rest of the team on what she discovered at Amber's apartment. They met with the rest of the task force to fill them in. The rest of the afternoon was spent visiting the crime scenes and re interviewing the witnesses. Goren couldn't help feeling sorry for Sabrina. Someone so pretty to be so shut off of emotions. He feared she would have a psychotic break just like Declan. He wanted to talk to her superior officer Reid. When the day was over everyone from the BAU decided on a restaurant to eat dinner they invited Goren and Eames to join them. Eames declined but Goren accepted. He wanted a chance to talk to Reid. Sabrina didn't attended she stayed in her hotel room. After the meal Goren asked Reid if he could speak to him alone.
"I know this is none of my business, but I am concerned about Agent Wilson. Today we had a conversation..." Goren started.
"She talked to you?" Reid laughed. "Wow that's a shock; she usually doesn't talk much to new people. I am sorry I didn't mean to interrupt."
"She keeps her self emotionally detached from the world and that concerns me about her mental health," said Goren.
"Goren, I have known her for many years. She has gone through a lot. She has caught over 100 serial killers in her career. That's not counting the one time killers. She might make you think she is "emotional detached" but she isn't. She just doesn't allow herself to make new friends. But I think you might have reached her in some way, if she responded to you. The reason she doesn't show it is because once we had a serial killer. She really hit a nerve with him. He couldn't get to her, so he lashed out at everything she loved. He killed her best friend, her dog, her parents, and her partner; all in one night. We never caught him. She had a breakdown and left the FBI for two years. I convinced her to come back. This "emotional detachment" is how she protects herself. But profiling is all she wants to do," said Reid.
"Is there anything I could do to help?" asked Goren.
"Here bring her this?" said Reid. He handed him a paper bag.
"What's this?" asked Goren.
"A bacon cheeseburger and fries," said Reid. "She is working in her hotel room. To busy to come to dinner."
"Figures," laughed Goren. He took the bag and drove to her hotel.
Goren knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" she asked.
"Room service," said Goren.
"Is that you Reid? It's about time I am starving." She opened the door and realized it was Goren. "What are you doing here?"
"Reid asked me to drop this off. He is still at the restaurant and he thought you might be getting hungry." Goren didn't wait to be asked in, he just walked past her and noticed all the crime scene photos posted on the walls. She had a large dry erase board with notes written. "You have your own squad room right here. Do you ever take a break from the case?"
"I like having everything around me. Sometimes you can look at something differently and see something new, does that make sense? She looked at him like she didn't expect him to understand, but he did.
"Yes, I do understand," he looked at her notes. "You made some very good observations, things I didn't pick up on." He was truly impressed.
"Do you want me to explain how I made those observations?" she asked enthusiastically. She just loved discussing a crime scene.
"Oh yes please do," he said. He loved discussing crime scenes. Especially learning something he didn't know before.
They both discussed the crime scenes debating back and forth on each piece of evidence for over 4 hours. Each enjoying themselves way to much. But Bobby noticed something else the twinkle in her eye, her smile, it was breath taking. She was letting down her guard. To see her smile made him smile. But then she noticed the time.
"Oh my it's late. We have an early day tomorrow. We must be two sad people, to enjoy discussing crime scenes so much," she blushed.
"Well I guess that's my cue to go," said Bobby. "But I learned a lot thanks."
"I did too," said Bree.
They both got up, but Bree's leg had fell asleep she tripped and Bobby caught her. He looked into her eyes and kissed her. At first she didn't resist, but then she pulled back.
"No, I can't," she said.
"Why not?" He still held her in his arms.
"I can't get emotionally involved," she replied.
"I won't get killed I promise." He said kissing her on her neck.
It had been so long since she allowed herself to have these feeling. So long since she had been with a man. Before she knew what was happening they were in bed and way past the point of no return.