Eames received a call at 7:30 in the morning. The bosses wanted a briefing which meant so did the captain. Great. Just what I needed. I'm not prepared to suck up today. She grabbed her gun and badge and headed out the door.
"What do we have, Alex." Hanna was sitting behind his desk nursing a cup of coffee.
She handed him a copy of the file with her notes in it from her meeting with Dr. Goren. "I spoke with Dr. Goren last night. He found something." Eames sat down in front of him.
"He talked you…. about the case?" He was both shocked and impressed. Eames was persuasive but he didn't think she would snag Bobby.
"Yes." Eames didn't know how to perceive the question. She decided to proceed with her report. "He found a message on the last victim."
Hanna sat up in his chair, clearly intrigued. "What is it?" Eames pointed to the pattern the professor outlined with a black Sharpie on the photo. "No More" "What does that mean?"
"I don't know." Eames took the photo back and placed in the folder.
"I don't know? What does that mean?" He sat back in his chair and folded his arms.
"He didn't tell me." Eames exhaled. "He told me to leave and that was all the help I was getting from him."
The captain shook his head. Bobby Goren was known for being stubborn but to turn away a case- never. "That's good work, Alex. You got more out of him than anyone else in your position would."
She tilted her head. Anyone else in my position. To quote the captain, what does that mean?
Hanna dismissed her. She reached for the door but decided to turn around and give it one more shot. "I really think we could use him."
Hanna looked up from his desk. "I didn't say we couldn't but if he's turned down a case, maybe he's not able to help us in the way we really need him to." He wondered where she was going with this.
"He can. I'm sure of it." She walked the desk. "You didn't see him in class. He could look at his students and get more out of them than I thought possible. It was like he was reading them."
Reading them. He'd heard that before. "I don't know, Eames. He told you no. To Bobby Goren, no means no."
"Forgive me, sir but I think you can do more to help in this situation than you're willing to let on." He raised an eyebrow. No going back now. All the way or no way at all.
"What are you getting at?"
"You called him Bobby Goren instead of Robert. You know him." Yeah, she was definitely putting all her eggs into one basket. Hopefully, the basket has a bottom.
Hanna leaned back in his chair and stood up, chuckling as he did. "You are your father's daughter." She smirked. "I'll see what I can do." She nodded a thanks and turned to leave.
"Detective?" Her blood froze. Crap. She turned around with her hand still on the door. "No promises."
"Yes, sir." She answered, trying not to show relief.