Assassin

AN: Hello! Thanks for your reviews again guys! Hope you like chapter 3 of my very weird (and off track) story! Also thankyou to Riverstar and Kiera for their tips for my exam! Very much appreciated!

Disclaimer: I don't own Eames or Goren

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Eames POV

I couldn't believe that I was going to dance on stage! All my dancing years that was all I wanted to do. When I joined the police and my ballet classes ended I felt empty that I hadn't danced in a major production. Now I am! I was going to be a swan. The director has made a few changes to my costume. It is blue, so I'll stand out to Goren. Another dancer was in the same colour so I wouldn't look suspicious. Goren and I were at the theatre for a while then he went to get a few things from the office. I was taught the dance and got my costume in order.

The atmosphere in the dressing rooms was lively and full of spirit. All these people had been training all their lives for this moment, especially Holly, The Prima Ballerina. She couldn't help but jump lightly from one foot to the other shaking her hands. There was still 4 ½ hours until curtain up, but she was raring to go. I, on the other hand, was getting butterflies. What if I stuffed up? I hadn't been there for all the practises. The director assured me that I'd be fine.

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Goren came back 2 hours before I had to go on with my microphone. I had an ice blue knee length tutu and white leotard. My shoes were ice silver and I had feathers that covered my ears. My makeup was heavily done so the audience could see my face - like a true dancer. I thought Goren would laugh at me and I didn't want to see him, but I approached him, head held high trying to conceal my embarrassment. The expression on his face described it all. He just stared at me in shock.

"Hello? Is that my Alex under all that?" He said, lightly lifting the feather headband off my head. I smiled.

"Yes it's me. Don't tell me I look-"

"Gorgeous" he interrupted. He looked me over, walking around me inspecting my costume- his hand circling my hip. He looked down at me.

"I know you'll be great," he said, lightly kissing my forehead. I was surprised at his actions. He was never like this. I have no idea why, and he'll probably never tell. Maybe he was worried about me. Or maybe he just knew it would give me some comfort knowing someone was there for me in my big moment.

Suddenly remembering why he was there, he pulled out the microphone. It was only a small earpiece with a tiny wire, microphone and receiver- small enough to fit under my costume. I took of my headband and put in the earpiece. Goren attached the wire to my costume and placed the receiver in a small pocked I'd made under the top of my skirt. He gently placed the headband back on my head and positioned the microphone so it couldn't be noticed. He nodded in approval.

"There you go. Now you're all set. You'll see the assassin because he'll have a small laser coming out his gun. Just be careful ok?" he said, hugging me. I felt so small without my high heeled shoes, until I rememberer I could stand Pointe. I grew a few inched to Goren's surprise. He looked down at my feet, then at my cheeky grin. He pushed me back down to the ground.

"Oh well. At least I knew what it was like to be almost your height," I said. He laughed and walked back into the audience to talk to the other detectives.

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Finally it was time to go on. Goren had been circling the back of the theatre along with the other detectives. They were all dressed in suits so it looked like they were part of the audience. I thought he looked quite cute dressed up.

"You ready Eames?" he asked 5 minutes before curtain up.

"No.yes. I've been waiting my whole life for this. I feel like a star already" I said nervously.

"Alex, you've always been a star" he comforted. I smiled to myself.

"Thankyou Bobby." Underneath that hard face that most people saw he was equally sweet and understanding. "Ok. Time to go. You gonna be alright up there?" I asked.

"You know I will be. Just remember, a red dot." He refreshed my memory, although that little red dot was burnt into by brain already.

"Yes, yes I know. Ok, I'm on!" I stretched for one last time and took a deep breath. At last the moment had arrived. I leapt onstage with the rest of the dancers.

It was hard dancing and looking at the audience because the lights were bright. Holly looked beautiful in her white costume. I watched her and the male lead dance gracefully. I made sure to keep my eye on everyone else just in case he decided to target someone else. My brain told me he wouldn't, but my subconscious told me to be one the safe side and check.

~*~*~*~*~* Goren POV

She had been on stage for an hour and hadn't heard from her.

"Eames, are you there?" I whispered. No reply. "Eames?" I repeated.

"Yeah, I'm here" came a muffled voice. "What's the matter?" she asked.

"Nothing. Have you seen anything?" I asked. She was concentrating on the arabesque she was doing.

"No, not yet."

"Weston thought he saw someone in the third row, level 2.but it was just binoculars." I said.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"I'm walking the perimeter," I answered breathing slightly heavily. No wonder with all those stairs. It can make the fittest person tired. Suddenly there was silence. I waited a minute for her to say something, but she didn't. She was in the wings, panting. Then I saw the red dot - on Holly's head.

"The dot, Eames! I can see it". For a second I panicked. Eames wasn't on stage. Then her instinct must have kicked in. She ran on and leapt in front of Holly, taking the bullet. The gun didn't even make a sound. She strategically landed behind a prop, and so she didn't look odd the other dancer in blue did the same, but in the opposite direction. I didn't sense anyone in the audience that thought it was odd.

"Alex!" I nearly yelled as I raced out the theatre into the foyer.

"Detective Goren?" came an un-familiar voice.

"Where is she?" I asked.

"She's been shot in the abdomen. She's bleeding lots. We're going to cut the scene short. You'd better come back here" she said, frantically.

"I'll be there soon," I said, starting to run. I got there just as the curtain was being drawn across. She was unconscious and her costume was bloodied.

"Alex? Come on wake up!" I picked her up and took her off the stage into the first aid room. The ambulance arrived and took her to hospital. I looked out at the audience, happily chatting amongst themselves, not aware of the drama that had happened and that my best friend was on her way to hospital. Suddenly Weston's voice broke my thoughts.

"Detective Goren, we have him. He was on the balcony up the top," he said. Excellent. Now I could punch him in the face. But for now I'd better go with Eames.