Hey guys! Thanks for your reviews on chapter 1. I was sick that day and
reading them made me feel better! Please R&R this one as well
Disclaimer: I don't own Goren and Eames. If I did would I be sitting here typing?
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CHAPTER 2
9:20am
Detective Alex Eames stumbled into work 20 minutes late. She didn't sleep after a restless night. Detective Bobby Goren had been there since 8:28 to finish some paperwork. As usual he looked awake, alert and on his second cup of coffee. Sometimes she wished she had his energy - he could just keep going and going. Goren looked at his watch then up at his partner.
"Twenty minutes Eames, what's up?" he asked signing the last of the paperwork. He loved everything about his job- the thrill of the chase, putting a criminal away- except the paperwork. He watched her arrange everything on her desk and rummage through her bag.
"I didn't sleep well. That storm last night cut the power in my building and it got really cold. Then the roof started leaking because the gutter broke, so the whole building got drenched. Then after all that a bird got hit through my window by a huge gust of wind. So I had to patch it up with- "
"Oh poor birdie. Did it die?" Goren interrupted, sounding more concerned about the bird than her. She looked at him and shook her head.
"It was fine. I got to sleep eventually thanks. Nice to know you care" she said sarcastically.
"What, about animals or you?" Goren replied. Eames shook her head, knowing he'd never change. He smiled at her ability to put up with him. There was a silence as she slumped into her chair.
"Sometimes it's both," he said, ruffling his papers. Did he just say what he thought he said? Eames looked up at him, surprised by his last remark. He looked back at her and for a moment held her gaze. She smiled and went back to arranging her papers. At that moment, Deakins walked in.
"Ok, we have another case for you two" he said. Eames rubbed her forehead and Goren banged his head on the desk, followed by his arms.
"But I just finished the paperwork on the last one" he said, his voice muffled. "Couldn't someone else do it?" Deakins cleared his throat and Goren took it as a no. "What's the case?" he asked raising his head.
"A motorcyclist was found dead at around 6:15 this morning. The twist is some evidence points to murder and some to an accident." Suddenly Goren looked interested.
"What makes you suspect murder?" Eames asked.
"Well the victim Scott Cashmore drove into an alleyway and crashed. He did so in a way that it looks like he died from injury, but we don't have a reason why he crashed or what he was doing there." Goren and Eames sat absorbing the information for a minute then he jumped to his feet grabbing his coat and keys. Eames and Deakins just looked at him.
"What? Are we going to investigate this or not?" When nobody responded he pulled Eames out of her chair, grabbed her things and puled her out of the door.
"I'll be in touch," she yelled at Deakins as they rushed down the hall. Deakins just stood trying to register what just happened. That Goren had enthusiasm, it was no wonder he was one of the best detectives.
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The scene of the accident was teeming with police and spectators. Goren and Eames met up with sergeant Jay Stanten, a local policeman who was one of the first to the scene.
"The bike skidded 3m into the alley, then crashed. There is only damage to the right side where it landed, so it didn't veer from side to side. He has a swollen, possibly broken right ankle which indicates he tried not to fall off, so he probably wasn't drunk".
"So you've had the body tested then?" Eames asked. Stanten nodded.
"New equipment so we can tell straight away" he informed. It was clear he knew his stuff and he'd surveyed the sight pretty well.
"Send the bike to a mechanic to see if here is anything wrong with it that could have caused it to crash" Goren suggested. He looked at the corpse. It had a white plastic sheet over it.
"Is his the exact spot where you found him?" he asked.
"Yes, right next to this bush, about .5, from the bike. It looks like he was thrown" Stanten replied. He pointed out the bush with the blood. "It looks more like an accident than a murder," he said.
"There's more blood over here on the wall" Eames yelled out 2m from the bush. Goren looked at her, then Stanten.
"Doesn't now," he said walking to his partner.
"It is fresh blood - his. Looks like he leaned up against the wall" she said, pointing out the blood and tracing with her fingers where he would have been. "I think this was a murder. And did you see the marks under the chin? He was wearing a helmet, and nobody dies from a broken ankle. His head wound is too far up. If he was wearing a helmet that part of his head would have been protected." Goren knew she was right. He loved it when she got all serious and logical. He looked up at the building and noticed a smashed window. Eames followed his gaze, then looked back at him in a questioning way.
"Wait and see. Someone give me a boost" he yelled. A few officers boosted him up and he disappeared through the window. Everyone stood silently and waited for him to reappear. Then, a black object was thrown out before Goren jumped back through the window. Eames caught the object and examined it. Her theory had just been proven.
"The helmet - and the hole in the back. Looks like an axe or something" Stanten examined.
"Yeah, just conveniently hidden in the abandoned factory. This is definitely a murder" Goren said dusting himself off. At least that part was sorted, but where to go from here? They had no leads, no suspects, nothing.
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Eames and Goren left the site and wen back to the office to dig up some info on Scott. He had no criminal record and nothing against his name.
"He attended Lake High School and left last year. He was an honour student. His parents are Cindy and Harry Cashmore. We should talk to them first" Eames suggested.
Disclaimer: I don't own Goren and Eames. If I did would I be sitting here typing?
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CHAPTER 2
9:20am
Detective Alex Eames stumbled into work 20 minutes late. She didn't sleep after a restless night. Detective Bobby Goren had been there since 8:28 to finish some paperwork. As usual he looked awake, alert and on his second cup of coffee. Sometimes she wished she had his energy - he could just keep going and going. Goren looked at his watch then up at his partner.
"Twenty minutes Eames, what's up?" he asked signing the last of the paperwork. He loved everything about his job- the thrill of the chase, putting a criminal away- except the paperwork. He watched her arrange everything on her desk and rummage through her bag.
"I didn't sleep well. That storm last night cut the power in my building and it got really cold. Then the roof started leaking because the gutter broke, so the whole building got drenched. Then after all that a bird got hit through my window by a huge gust of wind. So I had to patch it up with- "
"Oh poor birdie. Did it die?" Goren interrupted, sounding more concerned about the bird than her. She looked at him and shook her head.
"It was fine. I got to sleep eventually thanks. Nice to know you care" she said sarcastically.
"What, about animals or you?" Goren replied. Eames shook her head, knowing he'd never change. He smiled at her ability to put up with him. There was a silence as she slumped into her chair.
"Sometimes it's both," he said, ruffling his papers. Did he just say what he thought he said? Eames looked up at him, surprised by his last remark. He looked back at her and for a moment held her gaze. She smiled and went back to arranging her papers. At that moment, Deakins walked in.
"Ok, we have another case for you two" he said. Eames rubbed her forehead and Goren banged his head on the desk, followed by his arms.
"But I just finished the paperwork on the last one" he said, his voice muffled. "Couldn't someone else do it?" Deakins cleared his throat and Goren took it as a no. "What's the case?" he asked raising his head.
"A motorcyclist was found dead at around 6:15 this morning. The twist is some evidence points to murder and some to an accident." Suddenly Goren looked interested.
"What makes you suspect murder?" Eames asked.
"Well the victim Scott Cashmore drove into an alleyway and crashed. He did so in a way that it looks like he died from injury, but we don't have a reason why he crashed or what he was doing there." Goren and Eames sat absorbing the information for a minute then he jumped to his feet grabbing his coat and keys. Eames and Deakins just looked at him.
"What? Are we going to investigate this or not?" When nobody responded he pulled Eames out of her chair, grabbed her things and puled her out of the door.
"I'll be in touch," she yelled at Deakins as they rushed down the hall. Deakins just stood trying to register what just happened. That Goren had enthusiasm, it was no wonder he was one of the best detectives.
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The scene of the accident was teeming with police and spectators. Goren and Eames met up with sergeant Jay Stanten, a local policeman who was one of the first to the scene.
"The bike skidded 3m into the alley, then crashed. There is only damage to the right side where it landed, so it didn't veer from side to side. He has a swollen, possibly broken right ankle which indicates he tried not to fall off, so he probably wasn't drunk".
"So you've had the body tested then?" Eames asked. Stanten nodded.
"New equipment so we can tell straight away" he informed. It was clear he knew his stuff and he'd surveyed the sight pretty well.
"Send the bike to a mechanic to see if here is anything wrong with it that could have caused it to crash" Goren suggested. He looked at the corpse. It had a white plastic sheet over it.
"Is his the exact spot where you found him?" he asked.
"Yes, right next to this bush, about .5, from the bike. It looks like he was thrown" Stanten replied. He pointed out the bush with the blood. "It looks more like an accident than a murder," he said.
"There's more blood over here on the wall" Eames yelled out 2m from the bush. Goren looked at her, then Stanten.
"Doesn't now," he said walking to his partner.
"It is fresh blood - his. Looks like he leaned up against the wall" she said, pointing out the blood and tracing with her fingers where he would have been. "I think this was a murder. And did you see the marks under the chin? He was wearing a helmet, and nobody dies from a broken ankle. His head wound is too far up. If he was wearing a helmet that part of his head would have been protected." Goren knew she was right. He loved it when she got all serious and logical. He looked up at the building and noticed a smashed window. Eames followed his gaze, then looked back at him in a questioning way.
"Wait and see. Someone give me a boost" he yelled. A few officers boosted him up and he disappeared through the window. Everyone stood silently and waited for him to reappear. Then, a black object was thrown out before Goren jumped back through the window. Eames caught the object and examined it. Her theory had just been proven.
"The helmet - and the hole in the back. Looks like an axe or something" Stanten examined.
"Yeah, just conveniently hidden in the abandoned factory. This is definitely a murder" Goren said dusting himself off. At least that part was sorted, but where to go from here? They had no leads, no suspects, nothing.
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Eames and Goren left the site and wen back to the office to dig up some info on Scott. He had no criminal record and nothing against his name.
"He attended Lake High School and left last year. He was an honour student. His parents are Cindy and Harry Cashmore. We should talk to them first" Eames suggested.
