Goren's mind washed the cleanest shade of white he had ever seen.

He was a young boy again, no more than nine, sitting next to his mother on the couch. She smoked a cigarette, staring coldly at the television screen. They stared ahead for a long time, not speaking. The air conditioner clicked on. She turned her neck towards him, speaking her eyes wide, she looked at him aghast, his mother's eyes were filled with fear. "Who are you? What are you doing in my house?" She pushed Bobby hard and he almost fell off the couch. And then her attack began, she flung her arms wildly, shoving him across the living room and out of the front door, slamming it shut in his face, the entire time screaming, "Get out, I'll call the police...what are you doing in my house??" Bobby stood facing the closed door, he was speechless. Then the door grew, towering over him, so tall he couldn't even jump to reach the doorknob. He felt so small. The doorknob began to ooze, once the liquid metallic covering the handle dripped away, a basketball hoop was revealed. Bobby stopped jumping. His teenage self thought of his father, he's not here. The thought vanished. He felt a wave of pain hit the back of his head. Shadows moved over him, he covered his face, balled into the floor, sounds flooded around him, he heard Nicole's laughter, he felt someone grab him by his hair and slam his head into the ground, claws stratched his face. He heard a snarl and felt saliva hit his face, it was the beast. He heard Eames whimper, and now he started to fight, screaming at the beast his body filled with rage. Her voice filled his thoughts but just her tones rang, her words were cryptic and indescribable, but he knew it was her. She called to him, her voice growing louder, his battle with the beast becoming more violent, Bobby's body pulsed with pain, he cried from deep within, but the sound of Eames voice drowned out his screams, he heard her now...

"Bobby."

He opened his eyes. He saw her face coming into view over his, he was lying on the floor of his apartment. His eyes took in the sight of her, her face was soft and sincere, her eyes dimmed by concern. Her hand was holding his. He didn't know what happened.

"What happened?"

Eames dropped her eyes and squeezed his hand tight, honestly she didn't know, "...maybe you just had too much to drink." She smiled weakly. Goren didn't trust her response, something had happened. His mind reflected on the events, his mother, the door, the beast, her voice. He didn't know how to put it all together. He didn't even want to try, his head was throbbing and he felt uncomfortable on the floor, the bed called to him. He tried to get up. Eames stopped him, gripping his hand more tightly.

"Bobby...I hate to be one of those people to say this to you, but...I think you should talk to someone..." Eames held her breath, hoping he wouldn't hate her for saying it. She tried to sound as soft as possible.

Goren nodded his head, accepting she was probably right. He always promised him self if Eames ever thought he had lost it, he would pay attention, the guys at the station thinking he was a whack-job was one thing, but her opinion carried a lot of weight. He got up now, keeping her hand in his, he walked into his bedroom. He tossed some leftover books off his comforter and pulled Eames into bed with him. She fell into the mattress on her back, he lay on her side. He looked into her eyes, I never want to hurt you again. Eames looked back at him, sensing something desperate in his eyes, he's sorry she thought. She wrapped him in her arms and Bobby lowered his head to her stomach, resting his head over her torso, she reached down running her fingers through his hair. He cupped his hands around her waist and was alseep in moments. Eames held him through the night, he never moved.

The next day at work, they took their desks across from eachother. They were experts at hiding their feelings and keeping it professional, days back at work seemed like business as usual, it was the rest of their lives they couldn't seem to get a handle on. Eames passed Goren a business card across the desks. Her voice was firm, "Call him."

Goren collected the business card, it read Dr. George Huang. He tapped the card on the desk, he picked up the phone, he wanted to show Eames he was serious, and surprise her a bit, hoping to get back into her good graces. The phone rang,

"I would like to make an appointment with Dr. Huang, please." a pause, "No, mam." He said nothing for a while holding the phone against his face, Eames glanced at him every few moments in anticipation. Goren smirked at her, "I'm on hold." He was playful. I can't believe he is really going to talk to someone, I thought it would be like pulling teeth Goren was talking on the phone again, he checked his watch, "actually that would work out perfectly. Thank you." He hung up the phone. Eames looked at him, expecting him to speak, he appeased her.

"I'm leaving in a few minutes, apparently Huang has already heard about me and can see me this afternoon."

"Ah, your reputation preceeds you, Bobby." she said sarcastically, in a snooty voice. It made them both laugh, because it was so corny and unexpected. Detectives at the desks around theirs looked at them hoping to gather the joke, but Goren and Eames were the only two laughing. As their laughter trailed off, he realized how good it fel to share a joke with her, Goren began to burn her with his eyes again, he was giving her one of those looks that made her reason float away and her body feel like mush. His dark eyes began communicating, she could feel him. Eames caught her breath, putting her head down. She spoke,

"Not now."

Goren respected her wishes, leaving almost silently, to see Huang. This should be interesting, he thought leaving the building.

Dr. Huang's office was clean and modern, not the most inviting, but it felt sterile and uncorrupted. He was a cleanly, dressed Asian man, who also had a gift for profiling.

"Please, take a seat." Huang motioned Bobby to the couch, it was dark grey and sleek. "Tell me, what brought you here?"

Goren took a seat and coughed lightly. He rubbed the back of his neck and smiled, " Well, Eames-"

Huang cut him off, "Who is Eames?"

"My partner...but, uh, she thought I should talk to someone."

Huang smiled warmly, "Why?"

"Well, you'd have to ask her...you know...I'm not really sure why..." Goren's tone half-joking.

"Have you asked her why?"

Bobby hesitated in responding, "...no."

"Do you think she is worried about you?" Huang asked, lowering his voice.

"I hope not." Goren offered.

"Are you and Eames close?"

"What do you mean?"

"Are you two, close, for instance do you share details about your personal lives? spend time together outside of work? know eachother's families?"

Goren considered the question, "Yeah, we're close."

"Are you close with any other women in your life?"

Goren answered honestly, "No."

Eames looked across at Goren's empty desk, she missed his huge frame around the office, he had only been gone a few hours, but time when he wasn't at work with her always seemed to pass more slowly. He came sweeping through the door. Eames smiled at him.

"How did it go?"

Goren nodded his head positively and quietly stated, "good." He surpised her again, looking up at her sheepishly. "Eames, I would really like to see you after work, I know we might...need to talk." he hoped she appreciated his gentlemenly approach. She did, her voice was barely a whisper,

"Ok."

They left in seperate cars, Goren wanted some time to make sure his home was clean and anything he didn't want viewed was hidden from the prying eyes of Eames. On his drive home, Goren reflected on his session with Huang, he liked him, he asked the right questions in a non-threatening way, but then Goren mused but thats what hes paid to do.

Huang spoke, "Do you like women?"

Goren twitched his neck, suggestively answering and chuckling to himself, "yeah...I like women." Eames nude body flashed across his mind. Huang interrupted.

"When I asked you if you liked women, you took it to something sexual. Why? As a man who just admitted to not being close with many women, it could naturally be the next question, if you even like women."

Goren didn't have anything to say. Huang spoke again, "Are you sexually active?" Goren felt himself locking up. He didn't want to do this. He figured he could sit in silence or change the subject. He decided on the first. He didn't speak the rest of the session, Huang sat comfortably across from him, willing to listen. Bobby was frozen.

Goren heard her familiar knock at the door. He opened it smiling at Eames, he stopped. She looked beautiful. She hadn't done anything particular but her skin was shining. She was happy.Goren had pleased her going to talk to Huang and she felt things could be moving in the right direction.

She settled into his couch and he joined her, they sat laughing at commercials and talking about television shows, favorite childhood cartoons, hidden talents, all the things they couldn't pick up at work. Eames was beaming. Time pressed on and soon it was late, the television was failing to hold their attention, Eames wanted to kiss him. She cuddled under his armpit and leaned her neck to place a kiss on his cheek. He smiled. She placed another and then another, kissing a slow trail to his lips. He anticipated the connection. Her mouth felt like fire, her lips smooth and tiny. He brought her closer to his body. She kissed him now with more passion, her kisses folding into his, she let out a small moan, low and pleasing and Goren felt a tingle run through him in response. He kissed her now more deeply running his hand over her breast, he groaned, she felt so soft under his hand. Eames pulled her hands through his hair, she felt every nerve in her body on edge, his erection throbbed, heavy between his thighs. Eames pulled away. She got up, standing a few paces in front of Bobby, her face flushed with desire. She pulled her shirt over her head and slowly undid her bra from the back, letting it hang several long moments before dropping it to the floor. He likes to watch...Bobby's eyes devoured her. Eames pulled off her pants and stood before him, topless and in small black panties. She let her hands trace her breasts and gently toy with her nipples. Goren felt his manhood recieve an extra jolt, he was hard as stone. His eyes moving rapidly, consuming her. His breathing increased as she shook her breasts gently and let out a small moan, she pressed her breasts together and leaned forward to give him a better view. His voiced cracked. No more thinking.

"Take off the panties."

Eames did and without being told, laid on the floor and spread her legs, using her fingers to hold open her folds for Bobby to see. She undulated her hips, and pushed her hand in soft cirlces over her clit. Goren felt like an avalanche had unleashed inside of him, his heart pummeled in his chest, his mouth was dry, he couldn't even remember the last time he blinked. His entire body was on the edge. Eames moved her hand faster now, moaning as if she was nearing orgasm. He couldn't take it. His insides broke into a thousand pieces. He was on the floor and upon Eames, crashing his lips into hers, kissing her with abandon. He held her tightly, wrapping his arm firmly around the back of her waist, he lined his raging member up with her, the top half of him nearly drenched in pre-cum. His voice was shaky, she felt him trembling from within, he used the words he could manage, "Can I?" She knew what he meant, her mind was spinning she could barely think, his desire was overwhelming. She gave in. Nodding her head. He slashed into her with one violent stroke, her scream caught by his lips. Bobby grabbed her wrists, placing them over her head, pinning her to the floor. He tilted her hips upwards with his body weight and then gritted his teeth, pushing into her as deep as he could manage, then holding his position there, applying harder and harder pressure into her body, though she was already stuffed by him. He pushed until it hurt him as well and then would pull back, moaning with pleasure. His skin was building heat, Eames body was glistening with sweat, his deep almost motionless grinding into her was pushing her endurance, and opening her to new feelings. Bobby grabbed her roughly, turning her body over with a grunt, he lifted her hips putting her into position. She knew what was coming. He felt as if he had got a running start, he pounded into her from the back so hard, she felt pain in her lower back. She remained nearly silent. He gripped her waist, pumping his length into her and for the first time he felt her vagina spasming around him. He knew the sensation but not with Eames, she suddenly became extra wet and her muscles limp, she didn't make a sound, he leaned into her, whispering in her ear. "Did you just come?" He looked at her skin, now flushed pink and knew the answer already. He growled now pumping with fury. "Good girl." Eames shame was pushed away as she felt her heart go weak, Bobby thrust into her with so much force, she couldn't think. She felt the impact of his body between her thighs. His words played in her mind again and again, good girl. Bobby pulled back, snatching himself from her, she knew he didn't come, she wondered what was going on, she writhed her hips, but he held a tight grip on her waist, she waited to feel his body on hers, but felt nothing, just his hand around her waist, and then, her body blazed with pain, she couldn't speak or make any type of thoughts, the sensation ripped through her body, a cry caught in her throat, Bobby thrashed hard into her other hole, she had never been penetrated there. Bobby's moans were overpowering, his entire body trembled and he grabbed her hair so tightly her scalp burned. The pain was overwhelming, the words dropped out her mouth in a cough, barely audible. "Thank you." Her eyes filled with tears. The words cracked the remainder of his control and she was out of herself finally, Bobby's arms around her seemed to ease the pain, but he was merciless in his stroke, pulling her ass cheeks roughly, blood streaking across his member as he withdrew from her before shoving even harder back in, he was in another world. His breathing was ragged, wrestling with the moans and sobs that attempted to escape his throat all at the same time. He couldn't breath. He slammed into her asshole, crying out. His cries were matched by Eames who was sobbing now, her body shaking with pain and confusion. Goren pulled her hair hard, pulling her neck back, to place kisses on it. His mouth open against her neck as he came, sobbing, his body ripped from consciousness into ectasy and back. He pulled out of her quickly, not wanting to prolong her pain, but rolled over grabbing her tightly, pressing his body into hers. He didn't want to risk either one of them leaving. His whispered into her ear sweetly, "Are you okay?" Eames nodded her head and rolled into Bobby, she didnt want him to see her.

Also, I want to thank everyone for their comments. I don't know how to comment back so that's why I haven't said anything. I am enjoying writing this story and hope to finish this weekend. Also, I do read the comments everyday and take them into account when creating the next chapters...for the record I never intended to keep nicole or pair bobby and nicole, she served to provide bobby with insight and indirectly point him in the right direction...i hate her as much as everyone else...but thank you again, especially metisse, leaveit, cifan, and triggerhappyworld