A/N: This is my first CI fic. I am starting a new set of stories linking my favourite shows to my profession, Theatre. I figure that with all the moving around the people in my favourite shows do, they are bound to encounter Theatre one or twice. PLEASE R&R so I can know if this is working or not. Look for other stories in this series to include House MD, NCIS and CSI.
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, or these Dramatic Theories... just the situation in which they collide.

I hope you can understand how I am doing this but if not... Bold- questions. Italics- Things Eames is thinking but not writing down about the questions. Underlined- The words she (mentally in this chapter since she can't risk getting caught) writes on the page.



"So," said Goren when they sat down with a large pizza between them on the table, "what was that paper you picked back up off your desk as we left?" "Um, nothing much." Eames answered him weakly and silently cursed herself for getting caught. She quickly filled her mouth with pizza before he could press her further. She hoped her action would prompt him to do the same. It worked for a moment; as he lifted the piece to his mouth, but she made the mistake of swallowing before his mouth was actually full and he stopped before he bit down to say "You took it from the teacher at the school. Then pretended to use it as part of the expense report."

She stuffed another bite of pizza into her mouth and chewed, avoiding him clearly. Then she swallowed again and started in "DA-AMMM... you rue-int my fuuuun." She pouted and hoped her 'Alex from the block' routine would distract him for a second. It worked; Goren smiled, laughing a little before taking another bite of pizza.

"What makes the character laugh?" Bad impressions of suspects and witty literary comments. Convicts who become lawyers. My dry observations and one-liners. Me. Me? She could only hope.

"What was it? The paper?" "You're not gonna let this go are ya Bobby?" He was wiping his mouth so she couldn't see it, but his eyes said "Not on your life." "Its just a Psych paper. Some dumb questions. I was amusing myself cause you were so busy with 'whateveritisyoudo' when we get done with something menial like that." "You only call it menial when you don't get to speak." "Well that should tell you something." "Maybe." They were getting up to speed on lunch and the pizza wouldn't last much longer.

Another couple of bites later, Goren looked up to the speakers in the ceiling that were spouting music to try and give the pizza parlor a little more of an Italian feel. A soprano and a tenor were weepily operatic about some subject or another. "I like this one."

"What genre of music does the character enjoy?" Opera. "Hey, Mr. Opera Man, do you listen to anything else? Or just practice being manly and stolid while people sing about death and dying?" "I like jazz. When I smoked I used to listen to a lot more Neil Young than I do now." Aha, fancy stuff. Intelligent music. Introspective and cerebral. Jazz, Americana. I wonder if I offered to listen to "Living with War" if he'd listen to "Arrival" with me. Can't hurt to try...

"So, if I suggested a dual listening party of Living with War and Arrival," she expected him to know she meant the ABBA album, "you'd say sure, right? Your guilty pleasure and mine?" The pizza was gone. They were leaving a couple of bills on the table and getting up to leave. Goren brushed up against Eames' chair and helped her with her coat. She could see him going through her pockets as surreptitiously as possible but he wasn't going to find the paper. She was amazed he didn't notice her slip it into her back pants pocket. She was getting a little better.

"Uh sure, but can we do it late at night and listen to my album first? You know, so I don't miss mine if I happen to fall asleep after the first one." He smiled and she added another item to the mental list of things that made him laugh. Himself, for sure.