- Come on, it's time to go to bed.
No, but Goren wasn't serious...
She wasn't sleepy and didn't want to go to bed.
If she was bothering him, he could tell her!
He could just take her home, and she would be fine on her own.
- No! I'm not sleepy.
Eames emphasized his last words.
Every night it was the same story.
She would fall asleep on her feet, and she wouldn't go to bed.
- All right... As you wish.
Goren grabbed her by the waist and lifted her up, putting her on his back.
Alex was mad with rage.
What right did he have to be the boss with her!
With all her strength, she drummed her back with her fists.
- Release me!
She screamed.
Struggled, like a ragdoll.
Goren was used to it.
He acted as if nothing was wrong, as if he didn't feel anything, didn't hear her.
And that made Eames even more mad.
- I can take care of myself... She screamed even more, breaking his ears. He was going to go deaf if this continued. I don't need you!
But yes...
With inert legs, Alex was going to be able to walk to the room by herself.
She was really hopeless.
The more he tried to help her, the more obnoxious she became.
What the hell...
Why was she so aggressive...
He just wanted to help her, to be nice to her.
- And then I'm sick of it... She brought her fingers to his arm, and pinched him. When I say something...
He winced under the pain.
No but that it wild.
A real fury.
Goren was lucky, because she had calmed down.
At the beginning, he had had the right to the fangs of the damsel on his skin.
Keeping the marks on him, for several days.
Fortunately, he always wore long-sleeved shirts at work.
That avoided that one sees the marks, and especially that he has to explain himself.
But one day he inadvertently rolled up his sleeves because he was hot, forgetting about the marks.
Deakins had made a nice wow when he saw the bites.
He had tried to question him, to find out if it was Eames who had done that to him.
But he had denied it with aplomb.
But from the look on Deakins' face, he knew that he didn't believe him, and that he knew that it was Eames who had bitten him.
Besides, Deakins knew that he was harboring Eames.
And that he was not seeing anyone outside of work.
And so he deduced that it was his partner who had bitten him.
And since that day, he had not made the mistake of rolling up his sleeves.
It was better to suffer from the heat than to have to explain himself again.
Goren had had more than enough of Eames' bad behavior.
She was obnoxious.
- I said...
She could not finish her sentence.
Already Goren let go of her, making her fall on the bed.
- Happy?
Eames raised her head from the sheets, glaring at him.
- You asked me to do it.
Oh the cad!
She reached over to the bedside, grabbed the lamp, and threw it in his face.
Goren rushed out of the room, before the object touched him.
He had foreseen her gesture.
The lamp hit the wall, breaking.
- Come back here, right now... Robert Goren... She was ordering. And then I see you behind this wall... You're far from being skinny!
Oh the bitch...
She was attacking his physique now.
Yes he was strong, but not fat...
No but...
Plus he wasn't going to obey her.
And wasn't going to come back to the room.
He wasn't suicidal.
It was a good thing she didn't have her service weapon, because he would already be six feet under.
Goren was tired.
She was hellish...
Johnny Eames had warned him.
"Expect the worst...
Alex can be unbearable when she's sick, or injured.
So imagine yourself now!"
Goren should have listened to Eames' father.
But he thought he had exaggerated things a bit...
When in fact it was worse than what he had told him.
And Deakins, that even in a wheelchair, wanted her back.
In her condition, that was simply not an option.
If she hit her crisis in the middle of the station, with a gun in her hand, he wouldn't last long.
She would shoot him on the spot.
- I told you to come back.
What the hell...
He wasn't going to give in to her every little tantrum.
And yet...
He went dark.
His heart tightened.
If she was in this situation, it was his fault.
If he had reacted in time...
All this would not have happened.
He tilted his head discreetly, to see what she was doing.
Alex was there, lying on the bed, her blonde head on the pillows, looking up at the ceiling.
- I see you... Idiot!
Idiot...
Oh the girl was beginning to speak more correctly, and less charitably.
- Come on... Her voice had softened. I calmed down.
Eames was angry at the whole world for losing the ability to use his legs.
And it was Goren who was suffering her anger.
She had to admit that he was very patient, and very kind to her.
But she was making him mad.
Goren entered the room with slow steps, glancing back, ready to flee at the slightest violent reaction from Eames.
Alex tapped the empty seat right next to her.
He flinched, blushing violently.
- I promise not to type a crisis...
It had nothing to do with his tantrums.
He couldn't sit on the bed next to her.
It was much too...
Intimate.
Eames was too close to him...
And such promiscuity in a bed, gave him ideas...
And bad ideas.
And it was not good.
- I'm not going to eat you...
At her words, Goren stood there, as if forbidden, not daring to move.
Of course she wasn't going to eat him...
But he...
It was different.
Alex was a very pretty woman.
She was wearing at this moment a white nightgown, which revealed her forms, and her golden mid-length hair fell in cascade on her shoulders.
Of what to damn a saint.
Damn...
Take yourself back!
But what took him to have such ideas.
Alex was his partner, and he loved her like a little sister.
So why did he feel this desire for her...
He pulled himself together.
It wasn't the time.
Alex was looking at him, waiting for him to come and sit next to her.
She was so calm at this moment.
He didn't know what to say... What to do...
- All right...
She had won again.
He was giving in.
Goren took a deep breath, and walked over to the bed, where he sat down, making the mattress sag under his weight.
- I'm not being nice to you. He put his brown eyes on Eames' face, surprised. You do everything to make it nice... She nervously clenched her hands, not daring to look at him. And I behave badly.
Had he heard her right?
It sounded like an apology.
Goren was tired of her bad behavior...
Yes...
But he did not hate her.
On the contrary...
He put his hand on hers, stopping his nervous movements.
- I don't blame you...
Alex opened his large hazel eyes, incredulous.
He wasn't mad at her...
How could he not be mad at her...
She was obnoxious.
She had bitten him, hit him, leaving bite marks and bruises on his body.
And he didn't blame her!
Goren was really too nice to her.
She had to make it up to him.
A little idea crossed her mind.
- Say... Can you close your eyes...
Of course...
To knock him out.
Why did she want him to close his eyes...
It was suspicious.
Was she going to do something bad to him again...
He was suspicious.
Goren turned his attention to the bedside, and to everything near the bed.
Phew...
There was nothing that could be used as a projectile.
- I wouldn't hurt you...
Eames just wanted to thank him in his own way.
For his kindness, his patience with her.
Even her father would have given up long ago.
But not Goren...
He had stayed there, despite everything.
From the beginning, he had stayed by her side, welcoming her to his home, and giving her his room.
He had not wanted to leave her alone, to let her manage her handicap.
- All right then...
He breathed desperately.
He was tired of being fooled by Alex all the time.
Why was he letting her do it?
No woman had managed to have as much effect on him.
But it was his fault, what had happened to him.
Was she going to blame him for life, making him live hell on a daily basis.
Against heart, he closed the eyes.
His heart pounding violently in his chest, Eames brought his face closer to Goren's, putting his lips on his cheek.
- Thank you, for being there for me.
Goren's heart raced at the gentle caress of her kiss on his cheek.
He blushed violently.
Damn...
He didn't expect such a thing...
And how could a simple little kiss on the cheek, move her so much?
It was incomprehensible.
He opened his eyes, meeting large hazel eyes that questioned him.
Why was Goren so red...
It was really strange...
Eames pulled him by his shirt sleeve.
- Why are you all red...
He blushed even more.
He jumped up, pulling away.
Eames grabbed him by the arm, pulling him away.
He lost the balance, fell on her, the face in full on her small centres.
The heart beating to break in his chest, he moved away, getting up all red.
- Forgiveness...
Eames had not wanted that.
She was still under the shock.
She had wanted to pull him by the arm, not so that he would fall on her, but so that he would not flee, and answer her question.
And whereas in fact...
It had fallen in full, on his chest.
She blushed violently at the memory of Goren's head on her chest.
It was so...
Intimate.
- I'm going to bed... Already he was running away, not daring to look at her. Sorry again.
Quickly...
We had to get away from her...
It was so embarrassing...
And so pleasant.
His heart was going to explode in his chest if this continued.
- Wait...
Goren had already left the room.