Forgetful

A/N: Not much to say today. Does anyone ever read the AN's? I couldn't let Eames die!! That would be a sin! Where would our Bobby be without his Alex? Anyway, enjoy my little thing :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Eames or Goren

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

I couldn't believe it. Eames sacrificed herself for Holly. Then again, it was like her. She was in and out of surgery quickly because the bullet hit on an angle and as a result didn't go in too deep. Thankfully, she didn't lose too much blood.

It was almost 10pm when she woke up, but I didn't want to go in and see her straight away. I had to get something first. Don't get me wrong, I was terribly worried about her and needed to see her ASAP, but one little thing was needed.

I wrote Eames a note and gave it to the doctor to give to her (just in case she thought I'd forgotten about her) and hurried down to the gift shop. The selection they had was big, but not big enough. So I went to another shop 2 blocks away. They weren't open because the man was cleaning up after a busy day, but when he saw the desperate look on my face, he opened up.

"What can I do for you?" the cheery middle-aged man asked.

"My partner was shot and I need something special. She danced in Swan Lake and her costume was blue and white.if that helps" he rushed. The man thought a moment, and then nodded, smiling.

"I have got just the thing. Can you wait five minutes?" he asked. I nodded and looked around. The things he did were impressive. Then he came out proudly holding a bunch of white roses with blue, soft feathers arranged around them. It was perfect. I smiled appreciatively.

"Thanks. How much?" I asked. The man put up his hand.

"Never you mind. It is on me."

"Please? It is perfect," I said.

"Ok, ok. How bout $15 then?" he said, knowing I wouldn't give in. I handed him a $20.

"Keep the change," I said. He nodded in thanks and I raced out the door.

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Eames was sitting up when I walked in. She didn't seem too harmed. A little traumatizes, but still good.

"Hey Eames. How are you feeling?" I asked. She nodded a bit dazed.

"I'm ok. Do you wanna see my wound?" she asked pulling up her surgical top. Her whole torso was bandaged with a small blood spot. She smiled as she poked it, then winced at the pain, then laughed. This was obviously the Pethadine kicking in. I produced the roses and she grinned.

"Thanks Goren! They are really pretty. Blue feathers. Interesting." She smelt them and gave them to the nurse to put in water. I pulled up a chair.

"Now where is that bloody doctor?" she asked. She craned her neck to see out her door and spotted the doctor.

"Sorry I'm late detective Eames. Ah, this must be detective Goren. She's going to live. She has concussion. Can you tell me exactly what happened?" he asked me. I nodded.

"She was a stand in for a ballerina. She jumped to take the bullet and fell behind a prop," I explained.

"Hey, that isn't what happened" she piped up. I looked at her.

"Yeah it was." The doctor looked at me confused.

"What do you think happened?" he asked Eames. She thought a moment, and then shrugged.

"I dunno, but it definitely wasn't that."

"What about the stage, the bright light, the dream coming alive?" I asked. She looked at me strangely. "You dancing?" I said softly, as a dreaded thought came into my head. At that moment I felt an emotion I'd never experienced. It was a mix of feeling sorry for her, anger and love all in one.

"Oh Alex. You don't remember do you?" I said, grasping her hand.

"I guess not." Her voice sounded empty as if she waned to remember, but couldn't. "Oh well, I bet it wasn't very good anyway."

"She must have amnesia caused by the trauma. It is common." He told me.

"How long will it last?" I asked. He shrugged.

"It differs between patients. Some remember 24 hours later, some a week later, and some never." How could he say that? Never? She had to remember and I was going to make sure she did.

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Eames POV

Bobby seemed very sad. I had no idea what he was on about. Yeah right, me a ballerina. I remember taking a few classes when I was little, but that was it. Still, in couldn't help sensing there was something missing - something I desperately wanted to remember but couldn't.

I wanted to get out of this godforsaken hospital. The doctor said if everything went ok I'd be out the next afternoon afternoon, but that even seemed too far away.