Dreams, Cancellations and Invitations.

AN: This was intended to be a short story, but I guess I was wrong! If you are thinking 'what does this have to do with the miss universe competition?" well.I can't tell you the answer coz I don't even know! But hang in there, coz that subject will be in there somewhere soon!

Disclaimer: You know it all

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Eames POV

Discharge day from hospital is always good. Even though you are still in pain, it is good to get home. Goren insisted on waiting on me hand and foot for the day. I kept telling him I was fine, but he wouldn't listen. He made me lay on the couch while he cooked lunch and dinner and brought movies from the movie store. He made popcorn and sat on the couch next to me and talked. It was great to talk to him as a friend, not just a partner. He also tried to get me to remember what had happened, but it was useless. Maybe it was one of those cases where I'd never remember, but Bobby told me what I did was very special.

"Alex, do you need anything?" he'd yell from the kitchen.

"No"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes". Even though I didn't want anything, he'd still bring me a glass of water or a small blueberry muffin. It was sweet, but by the time the day ended I'd have 3 unfinished glasses of water and about 5 muffins in my stomach. He made me an omelette for dinner and he had Chinese. I wanted that as well, but he said it wasn't good because I was still getting over the drugs.

As night came, he helped me to my room, then left to tidy the kitchen while I got ready for bed. He helped me into bed and ensured everything was in order before he left. It was like this for four days before I was able to go back to work. The wound had fully healed but Goren still drove me to work and home.

I kept having strange dreams. I never understood this dream, and sometimes I'd wake up in a sweat. There was a little girl parading around with swimsuit models. Then from nowhere ballerinas appeared and the little girl was dancing on a blue stage with them. They all suddenly dropped dead and disappeared and the little girl was left alone with a spotlight on her. She was crying. Then a man came and hugged her and she was better. She started dancing again and the man backed out of the spotlight. The dream ended with the little girl standing in the classical Pointe with arms in the air position, and then looking for the man. She has a sad expression on her face because she can't find him.

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Goren POV

The day started out questioning the suspect. All the usual stuff, but something unexpected happened.

"So what if she didn't get it. She got the role of the bad guy, suited to you" I pounded him.

"It isn't enough. She was good enough to be Odette."

"And what good would have come out of killing Holly?" I asked. Eames sat back and watched like this was a totally new case. She had no idea what was going on.

"I don't know," he answered. I circled around the room as I spilled theories to him.

"I mean if Holly was hurt wouldn't the understudy be called in?"

"Yes but it would have been better if she was killed on stage. Anyway, there is always tonight. Think of the chaos. Nobody would have ever seen the red dot," he said, scheming. Suddenly, Eames looked up in surprise.

"Red dot" she almost whispered. She jumped up and raced out, me following. She was leaning against the wall outside, half excited and half scared.

"Alex, you ok?" I asked.

"The red dot. You kept telling me about a red dot and that's how I'd know the assassin was going to shoot. I kept looking at people and then I saw it. That's all I remember though," she said, pausing. I smiled and hugged her.

"That's right" I said, the little flame of hope being fanned into a fire.

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Once we'd finished with the assassin, I decided to take her back to the theatre. It was the last show of Swan Lake and Holly wanted to thank Eames for what she did. And I hoped it would bring more of her memory back. She recognised the theatre, which was a start. As we walked in it was just like the first time we were there - the dancers practising and the stage dimly lit. I saw her face light up in the same ay it did.

"What are we doing here?" she asked. She'd forgotten how to get backstage, so I showed her.

"Detectives" the director greeted us. "Detective Eames, how wonderful to see you well" he said, holding her hand between his and shaking it. She glanced at me confused.

"Uh, thankyou" she said.

"She has amnesia," I informed him. He nodded slowly. Eames looked a bit embarrassed by the fact she couldn't remember someone who she obviously knew.

"It doesn't matter detective. After what you did it is totally understandable" he reassured her.

"The assassin has made another threat to do something at tonight's performance. What would you like to do?" I asked. "Would you be willing to call off the last performance?" He thought a minute.

"If it was for the protection of my dancers. Let me talk to me cast and crew" he replied. There was no hesitation in his decision. He called a full cast assembly. They all sat in the seats in front of the stage while the director spoke through a microphone. Eames and I sat backstage.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have another issue on our hands today. The assassin has threatened us again. I am going to cancel tonight's performance," he informed them. A gasp went through the theatre. "I am so sorry everyone, but I have no choice." He disbanded his cast and crew and was left standing on the stage, sadly looked over at us. Eames and I walked out to comfort him. She hugged him.

"Don't worry. There will be other performances" she consoled.

"Yes. Would you two like to come to the American Ballet Company's ball tonight to celebrate another almost successful year of tours?" he invited Eames and I gratefully accepted. He pulled me away and told me a little secret. I thought it was a great idea and I hoped it would help her get her memory back.