Thanks for the really great reviews, this is my first fanfic so I was a little nervous. The one thing I found hard to portray is Goren's jitteryness, his sometimes awkward movements, but I think if you really imagine Vincent D really playing it that way it really makes sense in terms of Goren's character. Please R & R, and enjoy!


Goren knew what this was, he knew he should have expected it. He took a few steps back towards the living room, and could feel himself start to panic. They were going to lock him away. Lock him away like he locked away his mother. He rubbed the back of his head, trying to think of a way to get himself out of this.

"Whats going on?" he said nervously, shrugging his shoulders as though he had no idea why they were there. Ross took a small step forward, in front of the paramedics and the Uniforms. It was a bit of a tight squeeze in Goren's small kitchen.

"Eames?" said Goren, looking at her, and only at her. Eames still refused to look up, and began to bite her nails intensely instead of answering him. He looked like a deer caught in the headlights and was looking quickly from person to person, really starting to panic.

Ross cleared his throat. "Your partner called us, Detective Goren. We do understand you are under a lot of stress, and think that it will be best for you to… to go somewhere where you can… get help with that."

"Go where? Where do you think I should go?! Huh?" Goren's voice exploded in rage. "I don't need to be locked up, I need to keep looking for my nephew!"

"Detective… this isn't a request. You are going to Bellevue Psych on a 72 hour hold."

"No! You can't do this to me! I'm not going anywhere! There's nothing wrong with me!" Goren yelled, throwing a small pot plant on the bench next to him at his living room wall, dirt and terracotta shattering over his couch.

"Stop it!"

Everyone turned to look at Eames, now standing, tears streaks evident on her cheeks. "Just stop it, Bobby," she said quietly, this time looking him squarely in the face. He backed away into the far wall, his hand on his mouth and arms tucked tightly into his body. He looked at Eames, his eyes pleading for her not to let them do this.

She rubbed the tears from her eyes and walked over to him, barely leaving an inch between them. Goren looked down at her, his hand still covering his mouth.

"Please, Bobby. Just go with them. Please. It'll be a chance for you to get some sleep, get some perspective, and be safe. Please, Bobby. Please," she said, her hands reaching up to hold his. "Do this for me. I need to know you're safe."

He closed his eyes for a few seconds, thinking. He opened them slowly and nodded at her, composing himself. He nodded his head again, and squeezed her hands. "Okay, okay. Okay."

The Uniforms moved forward but Ross waived his hand at them. "No cuffs. We won't need them, will we Detective?"

Goren shook his head. Eames could feel him shaking. He was scared. "I'll go with you," she said, motioning towards the door. He nodded again, and followed the Uniforms and Paramedics out the door, his head down and hands in his pockets, Eames and Ross taking up the rear. Ross flicked off the lights before locking the apartment door.

Eames sat with Goren in the back of the ambulance, but he wouldn't look at her, or say anything more. Instead he just lay on the gurney, closed his eyes, and shut down in defeat. The Uniform's patrol car tailed the ambulance closely and Ross' car wasn't far behind. The paramedic in the back of the ambulance gave up trying to ask Goren questions and took his blood pressure instead. He started an IV of saline as his patient appeared to be dehydrated and exhausted. It wouldn't do much, but it couldn't hurt either.

The ambulance pulled into Bellevue not much later, just with lights, no sirens. They transferred Goren to a wheelchair without any protest or acknowledgement and wheeled him up to Psych. Ross appeared a few minutes later and disappeared into a nearby office. A tall, slender dark haired woman with glasses followed him out. She went straight up to Goren and reached out her hand, smiling. Goren, never one to really be rude, reached out and shook it, if somewhat unenthusiastically.

"Detective Goren, I'm Dr. Carolyn Mendez, your Captain called me in. You'll be seeing me a lot over the next couple of days while you're here. What's say we get you out of that chair and into a private room?"

Eames eyed her suspiciously. She sounded patronizing. Goren didn't do patronizing. Dr Mendez must have picked up on Eames' distaste – she then seemed to notice his partner and smiled at her, holding out her hand. "You must be Detective Eames." Eames nodded and shook her hand quickly before folding her arms across her chest. Dr Mendez understood that Eames was very protective of Goren.

Dr Mendez nodded to the nurse in the heavily protected nursing station, and the security door to the Psych ward was buzzed open. Dr Mendez walked through it and motioned Goren to follow her. Goren obeyed, rising from the wheelchair and pulling the IV pole along behind him. Eames went to follow but Dr Mendez held up her hand. "Sorry Detective Eames, no visitors for the full 72 hours." Eames frowned and backed up from the door, as it swung closed with a bang, locking itself automatically. Eames looked through the protective glass at Goren, who looked back at her with small forced smile as he walked behind Dr Mendez up the white, overlit corridor.


TBC...