Personal: Thanks for your patience. It was hard to write while I was grieving.

Note: Fluff and Mature Content.

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They took advantage of their days off to do things they enjoyed and take some time apart. Goren used the time to get some errands done and then to spend some time reading and researching which he hadn't had much time to do lately. Eames got some running and some kickboxing and some healthy eating which Goren was not the biggest fan of doing. She took the day as a detox and strengthening day and then curled up and watched a mindless chick flick.

She was halfway through it when Goren called. She lowered the movie and picked up.

"Do you miss me already?"

"You know I do." She smiled at his reply.

"How was your day off?"

"Mostly uneventful except for a homeless guy threatening to wail on bystanders with a brick."

"What?"

"Yeah. I am a proud owner of said brick." She chuckled into the receiver

"Well thanks for that."
"The guy was just hungry. I'm sure he didn't want to hurt anyone but I didn't want to risk it. I also suspect he may have a mental illness."

"Doing this job has taught me that most of them do. How are you? I missed you today."

"I'm good. I missed you too but I did get a lot of research done."

"Do you ever give that brain of yours a rest?"

"For someone like me, that's an impossible ask, you know. Although, you do make some good efforts in distracting me from it. What did you do today?"

"I managed to make that kickboxing class I wanted to do."

"Does that mean I should refrain from getting you angry, again?"

"Let's just say I learned some new tricks, and not the kind you like, so you should stay on my good side. Oh and I had those detox and health shakes you love so much."

Goren grimaced into the phone and made a sound of disgust which set Eames into a fit of laughter.

"I missed that."

"What?"

"Your laughter."

"You make it sound like you haven't seen me in ages."

" I just really miss you right now. I got used to sleeping with you in my arms."

"Yeah, It's going to be extra tough waking up tomorrow without you making the transition easier."

"Oh I do that, huh?"

"Yeah, it also makes you run behind but I've gotten used to it."

"I guess we both have gotten used to being with each other all the time but this time apart has shown us that we also been neglecting other parts of ourselves. That's not a bad thing."

"You're right. Why do you always have to use your logic against me?" Eames laughed softly.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm struggling too but I guess it is just something I'm telling myself."
"I love you"

"I love you too. I wish I could hold you right now."

"Something tells me you wouldn't be holding me for long, anyway."

"Yeah, probably not. That doesn't help, Alex."

"You'll see me tomorrow."

"Yeah but I can't exactly do any of those things at the precinct."

"Down boy." Goren laughs

"Well, I'm going to try and turn in."

"You do that." She chuckles "Don't forget that cold shower."

"Good night, Alex."

"Good night, Bobby. Sweet dreams."

"Oh dreams of you are always sweet." He ended the phone call and smiled to himself. He felt like a lovesick schoolboy. He didn't think he could ever feel like that again.


They met at 1PP, Goren with two coffees in hand.

"One of those for me?"

"Uh yeah. Here." Goren did a juggling act of handing her the coffee without spilling his and grabbing the current casefile. His eyebrows furrowed as he tried to read every detail even the ones that weren't there.

"Two murders and robbery," She supplied helping him fill in the blanks. "Apparently, he is a bit of a lady's man and convinces the women to do his bidding, keeping his hands mostly clean."

"Yeah. There's a word for that, coward." He thumbed his way through the pages of his file and description and photo they manage to capture with surveillance, "What they see in this guy?"

"Lonely women become desperate women?" She shrugged, taking a sip of her coffee, "They wanted to believe this guy would take them out of their misery and he knows just what to say to get them to fall in line."

"I hate guys like this. Guys that are weak and use people who are weaker and vulnerable. Yeah, guys like that really piss me off."

"Well you'll get your chance to go toe-to-toe with him. We got interrogation. We have enough to get him in for an interview and see if we can shake his story."

"Let's play." Eames nods tossing him a small smile.

Eames and Goren enter the interrogation and their suspect, Clayton Howell rises to greet them.

"Sit boy," Eames stated.

"Here, I was trying to be a gentleman."

"There's nothing gentlemen-like about you. You use people." Goren spit out. He bent over him speaking quieter as he invaded his space "You're a pariah, preying on the weak cause you dont have the balls to take responsibility and be a man."

"You don't know me."

"No but I know guys like you. Weak, scared, pretending to be something they're not to feel like a big man. Usually, they have a father who was abusive and made them feel inferior so they copy their actions on women to feel strong but there is nothing strong about what you do and no excuse."

"You are wrong. I don't use people. Maybe your father was like that but not mine."

Goren scoffed. "Deflecting. Even now you won't own up to the truth."

"If I'm guilty of anything it's falling in love too easily. If anything, these women are using me."

"Is that right?" Eames says leaning into the table.

"See you understand me. Pretty women like you are my kryptonite. I'm being set up. I'm an easy target."

"I can see that. You are a charming man. Some women like to take advantage of that."

"Exactly. I don't mean anyone any harm."

"What is your intention?" Goren interrupted glancing between the two of them.

"To show them a good time and help them get out of their circumstances." Clayton turns towards Eames, "You see many of these women come from bad relationships, jobs that don't appreciate them. I see their potential and their beauty. I help them become happy again."

"Wow. You do all that and I bet they don't even appreciate what you do for them."

"What he does for them. He's a predator. You probably don't care about all the lives you ruined."

"I'm not a predator! I'm their savior and it's not about that. My joy is seeing their joy."

"Savior?" Goren made a sound of annoyance, "You have a god complex."

"Not many men would think like you, some men may get angry that they help out these women and get nothing in return. All you do for them…" She shakes her head as she sits on the table near him leaning in smiling, "I tell you, you're one of a kind." Clayton smiles.

"I don't know about all that."

"No, you are," she continues "Tell me about that last woman, what's her name?" She flipped her hair back, "Avery."

"What's to tell?"

"I guess a gentleman never tells but it would really help us out and get you out of here quicker." she pouts briefly to nudge him.

"Well I can't say I'm not enjoying myself talking to a beautiful woman such as you. I do want to help."

"It would mean a lot to me if you could help us out with this."

"How about you agree to go on a date with me and I'll tell you everything you need to know."

"Knock it off," Goren interrupts "Tell us about Avery!"

"What's your name?" Clayton asks Eames.

"Alexandra." She's telling him her name and flirting with him. I know she's only engaging him for information but I want to wipe that smug smile off his face.
"That's a pretty name. I'll tell you but only because Alexandra here is so nice and I want to help her out. You," he points to Goren, "I don't care for."

Goren rolls his eyes, "Because you can't manipulate me like you do your women."

"Enough Goren." Eames shouts, "He's being helpful." She softens her voice to a flirty girly timber.

"Avery's boyfriend" he emphasized the phrase and his face to look briefly at Goren then back to Eames, "used to hit her."

"Well you would know how to pick 'em. Vulnerable women ready to be molded ...uh shaped to do your bidding."

"I helped her get a house. I got her a job. She should be very thankful to me but what does she do set me up for robbing a bank and murder. I had nothing to do with that. I didn't tell her to do that."

"I'm sure. Stay close by. We may need to talk to you again," Goren informed.

"Oh, I don't plan on going too far, Alexandra and I have unfinished business. Maybe next time we talk, we can leave this guy behind."

"Only if you keep being a good boy and cooperate." She turned and walked out walking to her desk. Goren followed.

"We should look up the last address Avery was. It may give us a clue to where she's been hiding out. If we get her to turn on Clayton, we may actually get somewhere."

"Yeah, that can wait."

"You have something else worth chasing?" She turns back to her computer. She flexes her shoulder muscles stretching them out then began typing searching the address records under Avery Bennette and Clayton Howell. She felt Goren step behind her and heard a husky whisper in her ear "meet me in the bathroom."

She waited a couple minutes then made her way into the bathroom. As soon as she walked in the door, Goren grabbed her and guided her into the furthest empty stall. She gasps and he whispers "Don't make a sound. We have to be quiet." He closes his mouth on hers and kisses her hard. When he stops, both are left breathless trying to regain normal breathing. He wanted her, needed her. He wouldn't verbalize everything with her but somehow she was always in step with him knowing instinctively what he needed from her.

He unzipped his pants and pulled down his pants and underwear to reveal his erection and he maneuvers her to help her pull down her pants and underwear. He lifts her so that he could enter her more effectively. He began thrusting and Eames tried to hold back her moans. At one point Goren put his hand over her mouth and she bit one his fingers teasingly. His breath is uneven with lust. He's thrusting quickly and then he slows his pace. He buries his head into her neck. He grips her hips as he pushes her against him then cups her butt to keep her from falling from against the side wall bathroom stall. His mouth kissed hers, then her neck, and the small area of her exposed collarbone careful not to mark her as he also nibbled her skin.

When he heard the door creak as it opened, he removed himself from Eames to put her down and out of sightline of the new occupant. They try to stay still and quiet for a moment to gauge the threat of being busted. Eames stifled her laughter. Goren sat down and Eames straddled him. She took his face into her hand lacing her fingers with his curls behind his head pulling him close as she found his lips. She kissed him as she began to slowly slide down onto him. A groan escaped Goren's mouth but muffled by her mouth on his, it wasn't clear and distinguishable.

The man zips up and goes to wash his hands. The door opens then closes. With newfound privacy and uncertainty of how long they would have it, Eames quickened her pace. The excitement and knowing they were at work made them finish fast. Eames climbs off of him and they both quickly try to compose themselves and get their clothes back up.

"Work sex" Eames whispers in his ear "what inspired that performance?"

He didn't answer. He stared back with sad puppy dog eyes for a heartbeat. He felt a little vulnerable and that his face was betraying him so he quickly switched to a smirk.

"Claiming what is mine."

"Oh, so you were jealous." She patted his chest and leaned into his space as he finished fastening his belt. She couldn't help but smile at the thought of Goren wanting her so much that he wanted to mark her as his. Of course, she knew that wasn't the whole reason.

He wouldn't come out and say it but Clayton got to him and reminded him of his father. She may not know his whole childhood interactions with his father but she knew he didn't have a great relationship with him. She knew he ran out on Goren's mother and cheated on her. She knew he wasn't a role model of any sort and she knew Bobby had a lot to overcome growing up without a male influence to teach him to be a man. The closest thing he got was Declan and that all went to hell and handbasket. She guessed maybe sex to Goren was initially a means to an end but she also knew he was attempting to connected to the emotional component of sex. She didn't think she was his first in that aspect but she knew that their relationship was important to Goren. To her, that was a scary though because once the affinity of sex wore off, they were left with the ghosts of their collective childhoods. She was damaged too maybe not as much as him but they both had a lot to push through.

"I'm not jealous." Eames shot him a look of disbelief. "Fine. Fuck yes, I was jealous." He snarled in a husky whisper as he sank his fingertips into her hip. "I couldn't touch you like this in Interrogation." He continued to whisper. "He was coming onto you hard and then you played into it which was smart but it made me just a little crazy."

"Mmm you know that was just a show. There's only one guy who can satisfy me."

"Yeah, do I need to fight that guy?" He teased.

"You tell me." She leaned in teasing his lips with her tongue then nibbling on his bottom lip. "So was that it?"

"Well you know I missed you.

"Mmhmm." She smiled softly at him catching his eye for a moment unspoken promises to be there for him passing through her glance. She kissed him again and her kisses trailed from his lips to his neck.

"Stop that before I get worked up again. I don't think we could get away with an encore." He laced his fingers with hers and smiled like a giddy teenager. Why do I always want her when we are at work? I can't get enough of her.

She kissed his earlobe and whispered, "I approve of this as an outlet for your jealousy rather than how you handled the last time. Feel free to work out your jealousy later too."

"Mmm...good to know." He slaps her on the ass. "C'mon, they are probably looking for us and gossiping again we can't let them find out that some of their rumors are true."

"Come over later."

"Try to keep me away." He smiled as they carefully made their escape from the bathroom.