Alex: Mistress of the Universe pt. 2
A/N: Hello! This is a bit out of character and weird. It may seem like nothing to do with the first chapter, but just bare with me! It is 1 week before semester 1 exams begin!! AAGGHH!! Please R&R this. I have an English exam so your comments and tips would be greatly appreciated!
Disclaimer: Goren and Eames belong to somebody else- that isn't me.
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Goren POV
Today was going to be a good day - I could feel it. The rain had washed away all the dirt ready to start over. I sat at my desk across from an empty seat. Where was my partner? I constantly watched the elevator door until it *dinged* open and out came Alex. She had a smile on her face as she greeted her workmates and even a hug for her favourite partner. I looked at her in surprise. Was she normally this happy? She didn't say a word to me, but picked her folders up and waltzed into Deakin' office. She stayed in there for 5 minuted before walking back out and sitting at her desk.
"Why are you and what have you done with Eames?" I said. She looked up.
"What? I'm happy, that's all" she replied, humming a tune that I couldn't make out. Something was different about her.
"Have you had a haircut? New earrings? A boyfriend?" I enquired. She laughed.
"No, no and definitely no. I just had a good sleep last night" she said, continuing with her work. I leant my chin on my hand and studied her. She just seemed to glow. "Did you know Deakins wants us to go undercover tonight?" she said as I snapped out of my trance.
"Yeah, at the ballet tonight. Some guy wants to assassinate the prima ballerina because she got the lead part instead of girlfriend" I recalled the information. She nodded.
"Well I have no idea what I'm wearing," she said, looking at her watch. "We have to go and see the theatre," she said, grabbing her jacket once again and heading off.
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The theatre was dimly lit when we arrived, the dancers practicing their scenes. They all wore their costumes - swan tutus. Eames' face lit up at the sight of the stage and the performers. I knew she was a bit of a ballet fan. I walked backstage and met the stage manager and director while Eames spoke to the Prima Ballerina. I went through the drill of what was going to happen with the cops. Then there was a yelp in the far corner. She disappeared into the first aid room and re appeared looking concerned.
"One of the girls has fallen and sprained her ankle. She won't be able to dance tonight," she said. The manager raced to inspect his dancer leaving us standing in the wings. He emerged stressed.
"We have no replacement for her. She can't dance at all." The prima ballerina looked Eames up and down.
"You look like you could pass as a dancer. You wouldn't really have to do anything. We could alter the part," she suggested. Everyone looked at Eames and she looked a bit freaked out.
"Ok, fine. I can pull it off," she said confidently holding her head high.
She was led into the changing room and re appeared with a pair of ballet shoes. I watched she sat down and put them on.
"Eames, are you sure?" I asked. She smiled and looked up at me.
"I'm going to dance," she said proudly. She loved the idea. "I went to ballet classes right up until I joined the police. It kept me fit." She tied the blue ribbons around her ankles and stretched a bit. Then to my surprise, she stood on Pointe, arms extended at her sides. She looked very graceful. I never would have guessed she was a ballerina. The director looked on amazed as she practised a few steps. She should have been a dancer. She came back to join me, smiling.
"Was that ok? I didn't look weird did I?" she asked. I shook my head.
"That was perfect. Well now you know what to wear tonight," I said.
"Yes. We'll attach a microphone so I can communicate with you guys in case he is behind in the wings" she suggested. I nodded.
"Well you'd better get practising. I'll get everyone in here and we'll run through the operation" I told her, walking out of the auditorium and ringing Deakins.
10 minutes later I walked back in to see Eames dancing in the back with the rest of the ballerinas. She had a blue sparkly costume on and I couldn't tell it was her. She looked like she was having the time of her life. When she'd finished, I went to talk to her.
"How do you feel?" I asked, referring to her rubbing her legs.
"Sore, but exhilarated. I never thought I could dance in a production. It is cool" she smiled, and then let out a laugh. "I can't wait until tonight. All the lights and people watching you." I never thought she'd be one for the spotlight. I always thought of her as someone who didn't like to be noticed much. Obviously this was something she loved. I guess she was one of those little girls who always dreamed of being a ballerina. I don't know what changed. Maybe it is the little girl inside trying to shine though the strong, cop woman she has become. Her childhood dream is becoming a reality and she wants the child in her to enjoy it. I don't know.
A/N: Hello! This is a bit out of character and weird. It may seem like nothing to do with the first chapter, but just bare with me! It is 1 week before semester 1 exams begin!! AAGGHH!! Please R&R this. I have an English exam so your comments and tips would be greatly appreciated!
Disclaimer: Goren and Eames belong to somebody else- that isn't me.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Goren POV
Today was going to be a good day - I could feel it. The rain had washed away all the dirt ready to start over. I sat at my desk across from an empty seat. Where was my partner? I constantly watched the elevator door until it *dinged* open and out came Alex. She had a smile on her face as she greeted her workmates and even a hug for her favourite partner. I looked at her in surprise. Was she normally this happy? She didn't say a word to me, but picked her folders up and waltzed into Deakin' office. She stayed in there for 5 minuted before walking back out and sitting at her desk.
"Why are you and what have you done with Eames?" I said. She looked up.
"What? I'm happy, that's all" she replied, humming a tune that I couldn't make out. Something was different about her.
"Have you had a haircut? New earrings? A boyfriend?" I enquired. She laughed.
"No, no and definitely no. I just had a good sleep last night" she said, continuing with her work. I leant my chin on my hand and studied her. She just seemed to glow. "Did you know Deakins wants us to go undercover tonight?" she said as I snapped out of my trance.
"Yeah, at the ballet tonight. Some guy wants to assassinate the prima ballerina because she got the lead part instead of girlfriend" I recalled the information. She nodded.
"Well I have no idea what I'm wearing," she said, looking at her watch. "We have to go and see the theatre," she said, grabbing her jacket once again and heading off.
~*~*~*~*~*
The theatre was dimly lit when we arrived, the dancers practicing their scenes. They all wore their costumes - swan tutus. Eames' face lit up at the sight of the stage and the performers. I knew she was a bit of a ballet fan. I walked backstage and met the stage manager and director while Eames spoke to the Prima Ballerina. I went through the drill of what was going to happen with the cops. Then there was a yelp in the far corner. She disappeared into the first aid room and re appeared looking concerned.
"One of the girls has fallen and sprained her ankle. She won't be able to dance tonight," she said. The manager raced to inspect his dancer leaving us standing in the wings. He emerged stressed.
"We have no replacement for her. She can't dance at all." The prima ballerina looked Eames up and down.
"You look like you could pass as a dancer. You wouldn't really have to do anything. We could alter the part," she suggested. Everyone looked at Eames and she looked a bit freaked out.
"Ok, fine. I can pull it off," she said confidently holding her head high.
She was led into the changing room and re appeared with a pair of ballet shoes. I watched she sat down and put them on.
"Eames, are you sure?" I asked. She smiled and looked up at me.
"I'm going to dance," she said proudly. She loved the idea. "I went to ballet classes right up until I joined the police. It kept me fit." She tied the blue ribbons around her ankles and stretched a bit. Then to my surprise, she stood on Pointe, arms extended at her sides. She looked very graceful. I never would have guessed she was a ballerina. The director looked on amazed as she practised a few steps. She should have been a dancer. She came back to join me, smiling.
"Was that ok? I didn't look weird did I?" she asked. I shook my head.
"That was perfect. Well now you know what to wear tonight," I said.
"Yes. We'll attach a microphone so I can communicate with you guys in case he is behind in the wings" she suggested. I nodded.
"Well you'd better get practising. I'll get everyone in here and we'll run through the operation" I told her, walking out of the auditorium and ringing Deakins.
10 minutes later I walked back in to see Eames dancing in the back with the rest of the ballerinas. She had a blue sparkly costume on and I couldn't tell it was her. She looked like she was having the time of her life. When she'd finished, I went to talk to her.
"How do you feel?" I asked, referring to her rubbing her legs.
"Sore, but exhilarated. I never thought I could dance in a production. It is cool" she smiled, and then let out a laugh. "I can't wait until tonight. All the lights and people watching you." I never thought she'd be one for the spotlight. I always thought of her as someone who didn't like to be noticed much. Obviously this was something she loved. I guess she was one of those little girls who always dreamed of being a ballerina. I don't know what changed. Maybe it is the little girl inside trying to shine though the strong, cop woman she has become. Her childhood dream is becoming a reality and she wants the child in her to enjoy it. I don't know.
