Note: Silencer, mature content in the beginning
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When he woke the next morning, he was determined to put the dream and feelings behind him. That meant getting back to his routine and putting his focus . He woke before Eames. He made them coffee and breakfast. He Grabbed some books and wrote notes in the margins. After he drank his coffee and ate his breakfast, he jumped into the shower.
Eames woke to smell of bacon and coffee and heard the shower running in the bathroom. She stepped into the bathroom, pulled her pajama pants and underwear down, and used the bathroom. Goren peaked from behind the shower curtain.
"Good Morning," Goren squinted through the water running down his face from washing out his shampoo. He smiled at her and wiped the residual water drops from his face. Goren then returned to his shower behind the shower curtain.
"I see you were up early today."
"Yeah, I needed to get back to my routine. It helps my mind stay fresh. I made you some breakfast."
"I smell it. Thank you."
Eames removes her clothes and enters the shower behind Goren. She wraps her arms around him.
"Oh hey. You know I'm almost done."
"That's okay. I just wanted to hold you a bit under the water."
"Mmm okay."
She puts her hands on the skin of his stomach. She feels it contract and settle under her touch. She sighs at the closeness of his body to hers as she holds him. The water beads and falls off their bodies making their bodies slick. He bends his head backwards against her, nuzzling. Water from his wet hair swinging back fell behind him and onto Eames. She chuckled softly. She then removed her hands from his body, wiping where the water fell on her and instructs him, "Close your eyes." She lightly dragged the tips of her nails up his neck.
"Uh huh." He mumbled as he obeys her order, closing his eyes taking in the sensation of her hands.
"Relax." He was tense and she knew there were all sorts of thoughts in his head contributing to his stress and tension. She wanted to do something for him to help him let go of some of it. She put her hands on his shoulders massaging and kneading the muscles there. Working her hands in between his shoulder blades to loosen the tense muscle that resided in that area, She worked her way from his shoulders to massage his neck then finished with a scalp massage.
He let out a quiet groan of pleasure from her massage. He was suddenly very aware that they were both naked. She placed a soft kiss in between his shoulder blades as her hands wrapped around him to slowly caress his stomach and upwards to his chest feeling the bit of wet hair that settled there. "You have so much on your mind lately, you've gotten so tense. It's okay to let some of that go and someone in."
He exhaled, "I know. It's just not easy for me."
She places another kiss on his shoulder, "Take it one day at a time. Stop trying to do or think of everything at once. Let yourself relax. Are you relaxing?"
"Yes, baby." He smiled seductively, "Um, I think you may have been a little too effective." She glanced down realising that he had become aroused from her touch. It wasn't her intention but she licked her lips and smiled his way. She would enjoy him and he most definitely would be relaxed afterward.
"Let me see what I can do about that." She replied grabbing his erection from behind and stroking him moving her hands from the base of his shaft to the tip. She began encircling her hands and moving in a circular motion around his girth. He let his body melt against her as he closed his eyes to enjoy the sensation of her touch. He opened them when the touching stopped and settled himself to keep from falling. She knelt down in front of him glancing up to him and smiling a seductive teasing smile before grabbing him again. "Mmm, Alex, baby." He managed to get out. She began to stroke him firmly as well as cover him with her mouth. When the hot breath of her mouth connected with his erection he moaned as he throbbed waiting for her to start. She swirled her tongue teasingly over the tip. She ran her tongue across his length until she reached his balls teasing them with the tip of her tongue and then she licked him up until she reached his head again and began to suck him. He let out a few guttural groans and arched his neck up leaning against the tile wall.
"Alex," he softly moaned. All thoughts of the dream and surrounding feelings melted away from the moment. He had only one thought: Alex and the wonderful feeling of her mouth on him. She took him deeper and met her hands to her mouth taking every bit of him. He bit his lip as he moaned with waves of pleasure. He felt himself building to his orgasm. "Fuck." He said in a throaty whisper. "Oh," he moaned. She sucked a little firmer and deeper and he felt his balls tighten as he erupted in her mouth. She swallowed and wiped the corners of her mouth. He leaned down to bring her up and kissed her mouth not caring at the moment about what she had done just wanting her lips against his. Their lips crashed together passionately. He broke leaving his lips inches away leaning his forehead against hers, "Now that was a wonderful way to start the day." He pecked her lips again softly.
"Hmm there's that smile I've been missing these past couple days. You definitely look more relaxed now."
"Mmmhmm."
"Amazing what a good blowjob could do."
"Not just that, well yes, but also you, Alex. Thank you." He caressed her cheek and placed one more kiss upon her lips. Goren pulled back the curtain slightly, trying not to let the water out, making his way out of the tub stepping on the bathmat and wrapping his body in his large blue towel. He ran his hands through his wet hair, brushed his teeth, and proceeded to dry off and get dressed.
Eames continue washing lathering herself with her soap and letting the water glide over her body to remove it. She then began massaging shampoo into her hair allowing it to work a lather and get sudsy scraping her nails into her hair. She then rinsed and repeated the action with the conditioner. Lastly, she washed her face and splashed cold water on to it. She stepped out of the shower and covered her body with her gray body towel. She brushed her teeth, combed her hair, and walked into the bedroom. Goren was almost done dressing. He had on his blue button-up shirt and some dark blue slacks. He grabbed for his striped tie and Eames stepped closer helping him with his tie and Goren had a confident smirk on his face. "Looks like you are in a much better mood," Eames remarked. As she tightened the knot in his tie, he pulled on the edges of her towel watching it fall to the floor and taking in the sight of Eames naked in front of him. She just smiled.
"Mmhmm. I just needed one last look." He bit his lip, "You are absolutely stunning." He let his hands gently trace her hips rubbing his thumb in circles along her hip bone. Eames felt a slight blush coming on her face. When Goren was turned on, his charm and his stare could sweep her off her feet. She wished nothing more than to christen every inch of her home with him but they had to go into work so she had to be the strong one to keep her head on straight right now. She put her hands on his chest and pushed softly.
"I have to get ready for work now so get out of my way, Bobby." She said through a chuckle. He moved aside and watched her for another minute as she pulled out clothes and began to dry herself and dress. He was never was more jealous of towel in his life. "Don't you have something to do?" She deflected the intensity of his eyes on her. He gave her a smirk.
"I can't help it." He nibbled his lip some more pondering all the dirty thoughts in his head. Damn. She glared at him in a teasing way. "I'll go." He chuckled lightly and walked out of the room.
"Thank you." Now that distractions were gone, Eames could focus on getting ready for work. They didn't have time to fool around more but later, yes later, she thought, I may have to put his creative and dirty mind to work. She was already moistening just thinking about it.
"You'll have to heat up your breakfast," He shouted from the living room.
"That's okay. Thanks again." Eames shouted over while pulling up her slacks and snapping close her bra. She thought about Goren and hoped that he would be a little better today and that he would open up more to her. She knew he was holding back his feelings. He was amazing at getting others to talk but he would have a wall up when it came to his own feelings. Eames gathered that it might have been a survival mechanism from his childhood. It was a bad habit she was going to have to work through with him.
She finished dressing and entered the living room and made her way through to the Dining room. There she found her plate of food and a cup of coffee made for her. Goren was drinking a cup of coffee at the table when he motioned towards her food, "Do you want me to heat it up before I go?" She nodded as she sipped her coffee. He microwaved her food and retrieved it setting it before her. He gathered his bag with notes and books packed quickly inside. He pulled over his overcoat and walked towards her. "Love you." He leaned in slightly and kissed her passionately, leaving her wanting more, tasting the coffee in her mouth. Today, was going to be a good day. He walked towards the door and drove his car back to his apartment before hopping on the subway towards One Police Plaza.
—-
One Police Plaza
Goren unpacked his bag and settled at his desk. He began to work through his notes to write up the paperwork for the last case. Eames trotted in shortly after. "Good Morning, Bobby."
"Good Morning, Ba-Eames." They broke out into laughter. He spoke in a low whisper, "You got my mind drunk on you, I forget where I am. This morning's performance, no doubt." He bit his lip.
"Watch it Goren." She wagged her finger at him. "Well, I am good at what I do."
"Mmm, I'll say." How effortlessly he laid the charm almost made her blush again. He could almost become rock hard just thinking about the morning event. He couldn't close his eyes without seeing her bent down before him. Today was going to be excruciatingly long. He waived that thought away and thought about his blunder. He was grateful that no one was around to witness his slip. They laugh again at the absurdity like two friends sharing their favorite inside joke.
Captain Ross walked by to give them the details of their new case and stopped at the corner of their desks taking in his detectives.
"Did I miss something? What's so funny?" Ross inquired feeling very much like the outsider. No matter how much he tried, he couldn't quite balance the boss/colleague dynamic often relying on his role as the boss and enforcer. He couldn't quite find his fit. He wondered if Deakins had this much trouble being one of them yet keeping peace. He figured he'd probably fit in quite nicely without much effort.
"Couldn't tell you, you kind of needed to be there. If I repeated it, it wouldn't be funny." Eames caught Goren's eye and he smiled catching her drift and reveling in their secret moment.
"Yeah, it was stupid. Anyway, we have a case?" He deflected.
"Uh yeah. We have an ear surgeon found slain in his office. A Dr. Jack Mallory. A deaf patient called it in. She's in the exam room." Just like that, the two of them were back to being professional. Goren got up rearing to get a jump start on the case.
"Your partner signs?" Captain Ross directed to Eames.
She replied, "Well, not enough for a witness interview. We'll call for an interpreter."
They reached the scene to find that a large group of deaf protesters swarmed outside the office.
"Okay, let us by" Goren says and signs a close proximate.
"They're not violent. The Deaf are a community whose voice is not heard." The deaf community representative spoke on their behalf. Goren flashed a non verbal acquiesce in understanding but also moving his way through them with Eames right behind because they had a job to do. "Now that they expressed themselves, they will leave if he agrees not to press charges."
Inside, Goren examined the body while Eames gathered the information. "Rigor places the murder last night," Goren informed.
"See this bruise here on the neck," Goren maneuvered the body for best visibility and pointed out to Eames and the crime scene photographer "His, uh, larynx was crushed." The crime scene snapped away documenting the injuries while Goren and Eames relayed some more facts formulating their ideas of what may have happened.
"Mallory wouldn't have been able to make a sound," Goren added.
"He has no appointments in his book." Eames noted.
"No sign of a break-in."
"He must have buzzed his killer in."
"That spatter what's that gunk?" Eames inquired.
"Oh, it looks like, uh yeah, it's potato. It's an Irish silencer. Urban lore. It's not very effective. I guess our killer doesn't know they don't work."
Goren and Eames seemed to flow through their investigation of the scene thoroughly and effortlessly. Each had their input and sometimes would even finish each other's sentences. When this happened, they would lock eyes and smile like they were in their own little world. Goren loved working cases with her. She matched his dedication and enthusiasm. She was an equal which challenged him in all the right ways.
Since Goren's signing was rudimentary and Eames' nonexistent, they brought in a detective and interpreter, Peter Lyons. Detective Lyons worked for the community services division specializing in outreach to the deaf community. He made himself readily available when needed for interviews by police. He was the son of two deaf parents which is how he learned to sign and sparked his passion to advocate and help the deaf community.
"Detective Eames?" He walked up to her and immediately and eagerly introduced himself despite both Eames and Goren being present together.
"Yeah." She smiled and took off her glove to shake his hand.
"Peter Lyons. Community Services Division. You need an interpreter?" Eames was relieved and enthused at his arrival as they weren't making much headway with the witness back at the station.
"Yes. Thank you. We have a witness we could use you help with." He nodded and allowed Eames to lead him to an interview room where they got a statement from Malia. Goren and Eames asked the questions and Detective Lyons signed the interpretation. The interview went flawlessly and they learned that the doctor didn't see patients on Saturday and she found the body early morning which supported Goren's theory of him being killed at night.
Goren decided early on that he didn't like Detective Lyons. Maybe it was due to the fact that he was constantly smiling at Eames or the personal way he invaded her space. Or just maybe, it was the effortless way he flirted with her without fear of reproach. Goren was frustrated at Detective Lyons for even wanting her. He was also feeling insecure and annoyed that Eames was allowing it to happen. Was she sending him signals? He could understand. That relationship would be so much easier and they wouldn't have to hide. Was he a better fit for her? No, we are together. She loves me. Why did he have to be so nice? That just made him even more frustrated because he really couldn't fault the guy even though he wanted to but every time she called him Peter, Goren felt a primal urge to lunge at him and the urge to claim her in front of everyone thus them receiving the message, "hands off." When they walked, Goren instantly fell behind and Detective Lyons leaned into expertise informing Eames about the community. Goren was annoyed. Even though he was just doing his job, He felt that the detective was posturing for Eames. Goren took every opportunity to challenge him, equally posturing for Eames.
When Goren realized they needed to pursue a drug angle for home invasion and that they would need to go undercover, he was thrilled. This meant alone time, relatively alone, with Eames and they were always great at undercover ops. He shuffled in pretending to be a drug seeker and she sat close-by pretending to read a paper. It was a simple op but it was just the two of them, no Detective Lyons. When they completed the op, Goren and Eames beamed at the success before realizing that their success was short-lived. They got the guy but ruled the theory out quickly as he was wheelchair bound and couldn't access the building properly.
They had to entertain another idea, the killer may be a part of the deaf community. "Peter said there's a deaf social tonight at the ice rink," Eames informed. They were out of leads at the moment, so they hoped they could see something that might help them. Goren and Eames arrived at the ice rink first. Goren sat very close to Eames. It was the only alone time they had in the time of working the case. Maybe that also added to his crankiness the past couple of days.
"Hey." He managed to get out.
"Hey, yourself. I missed you." She leaned close feeling the proximity of their bodies and enjoying his presence. He beamed.
"So uh Peter?" He tilted his head inquisitively.
"If he's really more your type..." she teased conjuring a rare smile from him since Detective Lyons was added on. Then, as if he knew they were having a moment, Detective Lyons had to show up and spoil it.
Goren returned his focus to work. "They're fighting. You gotta help me out. I can't make out what they're saying," Goren wished he didn't need his help.
"I'm not comfortable eavesdropping," Detective Lyons replied.
"They know that we're here. They have no reasonable expectation of privacy. Please."
"It's a private event."
"In a public place. Please, Eames," Goren sent a pleading look Eames' way but she just shook her head grateful at the interruption, by an incoming call, from the awkward triangle she seemed to find herself in.
"Don't put me in the middle," she stated glancing at him with a look that said you know how much I hate being in the middle before stepping away to take the call. Goren watched her leave pressing his tongue against his cheek. How is it the middle if you're with me? It should be me over Detective Lyons, anytime.
"Their gestures are getting bigger, it's like they're shouting." After Goren gave him another pleading look, Detective Lyons conceded and translated their signing. I bet if Alex asked he'd translated in a heartbeat not bothering to argue. Even when he was being helpful, everything he said and every nonverbal he expressed just rubbed under Goren's skin like it were being scrubbed with an abrasive Brillo pad.
"Now they know that we're talking about them, so they're hiding their hands."
"They can read lips and body language, detective."
"Yeah, yeah, I know, I know." I'm not an idiot.
"It's a public place. We have no reasonable expectation of privacy" and the way he said it, throwing his own words back at him, was smug. Goren really wanted to hit him but then Eames returned and Goren became preoccupied with her. More importantly how she interacted with Detective Lyons, which was the reason he walked off. It just triggered his insecurity in a big way. In hindsight, he wouldn't have left because that just gave them more alone time and a chance for Detective Lyons to cozy up to her some more. "Well look I'm gonna call the DA," He stated uncomfortably, tired of feeling like a third wheel. Eames watched him leave before settling in and conversing with Detective Lyons.
