Is Robert Goren dense? That is the question ...

Once again, Detective's thoughts are in italics.

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CHAPTER FOUR: Robert Goren ... The Profiler

Part 2 All work and No Play … That's what she thinks

The Boardwalk

"Table for two, Sir?"

"Yes, thank you."

Alex had memorized her list of foods reported to have an aphrodisiac affect on men … she suggested them to Bobby.

"Ooh, Bobby, look … they have asparagus on the menu, that goes great with steak."

"I'm more of a potato guy, Eames."

With the menu hiding her face, muttering under her breath, "I wonder if they have ginko biloba?"

"What did you say, Eames? Ginko Biloba? Did you know that it's considered an aphrodisiac?"

"NO! Really?"

"Yeah … you better watch it … we are sharing a room. I wouldn't want you to get any ideas."

Idiot! Too late for that.

"Ha Ha … very funny Goren … you wish."

Yeah I do.

Goren started looking around the dining room. Seemingly checking out a couple of women hanging out at the bar just within his sight. Eames followed his line of vision and was instantly pissed off.

"Your type, Goren?"

"What? Hookers?"

She looked again.

"No … they're just a couple of friends hanging out at a bar."

"Hookers, Eames."

"I worked in Vice, Goren … no way."

"I'm the profiler, Eames … lessen one … who carries a beeper now a days?"

"Doctors."

"No … I heard part of their conversation … hookers."

"What, were they discussing raising their prices on blow jobs? No pun intended."

Goren blushed at Eames statement … she laughed at the unfamiliar sight.

"Ah … no, I heard them talking about their nail color. He began to imitate their valley girl like speech patterns … "I like your nail color … is it like purple or like blue … like I think it's like a purplish blue … like."

"Okay, so, not Doctors."

"No … definitely hookers."

"Would you like me to get their price list for you, Bobby?"

He looked up, like he was looking for the correct answer … "I haven't had to pay for sex in … well … I've never had to pay for sex, Eames."

"Never."

"Nope."

"I've had some good offers."

"Your time in vice, I hope."

She smacked his arm, "Of course."

"I bet you wrangled a pretty penny too, Eames."

It was her turn to blush.

"That's the nicest thing you've ever said to me and yeah, a very pretty penny as a matter of fact."

"I bet. Hey … you want to play the profiler game." He wanted to get away from this conversation.

Yeah, but can I just play with you and skip the game part?

"How do you play, the profiler game?"

"Like what I did with the hookers … I've made arrests like that back in the city. Look around and profile … then make an arrest."

"This isn't our jurisdiction, Bobby."

"No, no … he shook his head … let's look around the room and profile the patrons."

"Why?"

"It will help you at the seminar … they make you do that at these things."

"They make profilers profile each other?"

"Yeah, personally, I think it's juvenile, role playing, but at the same time you can fuck with them too."

Fuck with me … please, I'm begging.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, they're all into this psychological mumbo jumbo, right?"

"Yeah, but so aren't you."

"Yeah, to a certain extent, but even I know when enough is enough. So … these guys are really into it … so it's easy to fuck with them. They know I'm a good profiler, so I might put a bug in one of their ears … like, I don't know … 'the guy from Hoboken's about to go postal … you should keep an eye on him."

"You would do something like that?"

"The guy from Hoboken's an ass."

"So you did do that?"

"Ah huh."

"What happened?"

"They put him on desk."

I love this Bobby … I want him now!

Alex laughed. She smiled a smile from her childhood … she thought about playing his game … then, maybe he'd play hers.

"Okay … who's next?… Pick someone."

Ooh, she wants to play … I'm kind of turned on right now.

"Hmm, let's see … the guy in the corner … sitting alone."

"He's waiting for his date … but … it's not his wife or his girlfriend. He's having an affair."

"How can you tell, Eames?"

"He keeps looking around and he's fidgeting."

"Gosh, I hope a profiler never watches me eat alone."

"Goren!"

"No, no … I think you're on the right track here. He's having an affair. Yeah, he looks nervous, like someone he knows or knows him will see him and then the wife or girlfriend will get wind of it. Yeah. Seems right. We could fuck with him you know."

"How?"

"Show our badge to the waitress. See if she knows his name and I or you could go up to him and say … 'Hey Ken … what are you doing here?' That would really freak him out."

So Alex did it. His name was Jackson and he turned ten different shades of purple, purplish blue like … and left the restaurant.

Bobby was under the table laughing. Alex had never seen him laugh like that. It was more than an aphrodisiac. They had to leave.

They walked along the lake arm and arm … they couldn't stop laughing. They sat along the lake side and Alex decided that it was the perfect spot to make her move. She snuggled up against him … pretending to be cold and slipped her arms under his jacket and around his waist. They had a few beverages and he was feeling uninhibited, so he wrapped his arms around her as well.

Alex thought that the planets, from the start, must have been in the correct alignment. She knew for sure when he kissed her. It must have been the lake air … could have been the whiskey … may have been the planets, but all she knew was he kissed her first and it was a great kiss. He asked her to go back to his room … she giggled … it was their room … he had a lot to drink, but not so much that he didn't know what he was doing. He had planned on seducing Alex from the start … dropping his jock was part of his brilliant plan.

Next up: back to their room ..................... Thanks for reading, Judy