Just as Good
AN: Last chapter. Forgive me if it is a bit sappy, but I spent 4 ½ hours trying to write an ending and this was the best I could come up with! It may be a bit long, but please read it coz it took foreva!
Disclaimer: Eames and Goren and Deakins don't belong to me.
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After we left the theatre we went back to the office. Deakins gave us more paperwork to do, so we had no shortage of work. Actually, I stand corrected. Eames didn't get any because she couldn't remember what happened. So I had no shortage of work. She felt guilty about making me do the work so she was my messenger girl instead. She got me coffee, food and ran messages to Deakins. When she had nothing to do, she tried to figure out what she was going to wear.
"Got nothing to wear huh?" I asked, taking a break from writing. She smiled.
"Nope. I've got no idea. It must be easy for you because all you have to do is throw on a suit and you look great," she said, hopelessly. She flicked through magazines and catalogues searching for the perfect outfit. A look of familiarity crossed her face.
"We've been though this haven't we? Me complaining of nothing to wear." I nodded.
"Well you found something last time, I'm sure something will pop up," I reassured her.
~*~*~*~*~* Eames POV
Deakins heard about our little date tonight and let us out early to get ready. I was surprised at how lenient he was being. I searched the shops for a new dress. I went hope empty handed and searched my wardrobe. I had clothes flung all over my bed until right at the very back I spotted a long blue spaghetti strap dress. I remember wearing it to my cousin's wedding. I put it on and to my surprise it fit perfectly. Great, now I needed shoes. I found a great pair of ice silver shoes that matched perfectly. I looked at myself in the mirror. There was something awfully familiar about the mix of colours, but I put it down to something I'd forgotten.
I had always heard about people being in a coma, waking up with amnesia and not knowing anything about who they were or who their loved ones were. I could never imagine what it was like - now I do. I thought loosing a few days was tough. I had feelings of confusion all the time. Luckily I have Goren to help me. I set out to get a taxi and meet Goren at the venue.
~*~*~*~*~* Goren POV
Eames was certainly right. Finding something to wear was easy. I found a nice black suit, light blue shirt and thin striped tie. I had a shower, did my hair, put on some cologne and was ready hours ahead of schedule.
After sitting around home doing nothing I drove to the ball. I arrived first and waited for Eames outside. It was a warm evening, but not hot. It was just right. Then a taxi pulled up and out stepped one beautiful woman. She looked a bit embarrassed about being dressed up. She was so used to me seeing her in just pants and a nice top. She walked up the steps and patted her hair, making sure it was in place.
"Don't make fun of me. I look really-"
"Gorgeous" I said. Dejavu for me, but Alex smiled.
"This is the part where you give me the microphone" she said, breaking my thoughts. I chuckled nodding.
"I'm glad you're memory is coming back. Shall we go inside?" I asked offering my arm. She smiled and linked her arm with mine.
We walked into the large hall in awe. It was beautifully decorated in blue, gold, silver and white. There was a fountain in the middle of the room that had a swan in it. There were music notes decorating the tables and glass ballet slippers on every table. The small stage had gold sheer fabric draped on an arch with the microphone underneath it. There was classical music playing.
"Isn't this beautiful?" Eames said, smiling at its beauty.
"It sure is." I replied, equally speechless.
Eames POV
The music was beautiful. No sooner had Canon in D finished, Waltz from Swan Lake started playing. I recognised the song straight away.
"When I was little I used to pretend my Barbie doll met her prince charming at a ball. They'd dance all night to this song and then I'd put them on a white horse and they rode into the sunset together." I laughed at the fond childhood memory.
"Well I don't have the white horse, and I may not be prince charming, but I can certainly fulfil the rest of that scenario," Goren said extending his hand. I looked at him for a moment. Was he joking, or was he serious? I decided not to question it and took his hand. He looked at me with warm eyes and I started to rethink his answer about not being prince charming. He was certainly being charming to me, but then again he was always sweet. We had a good time and danced a lot. It was good because we were out not undercover or for work reasons, but as friends. He laughed more than usual and a new Goren came out.
"Are you feeling ok?" I asked.
"Never better. Why?" he asked smiling. I shrugged.
"You just seem different than normal" I replied.
"Well that's because I here with you, dancing, escaping from the world of crime" he informed me.
"I thought you liked all the running after criminals."
"I do, but on a night like this it is good to be just me. Plain Bobby who likes big soft New York pretzels and cool cars - instead of Detective Goren who never misses a piece of evidence, knows how to get a crook to spill the info and walks around being the big guy," he analysed himself. I nodded. This Robert 'Bobby' Goren was one I thought I'd like to know.
Goren POV
Eames looked divine. She is a really great dancer, well a normal dancer.not a ballet dancer.forget it. You know what I mean. We danced for ages, just talking. Finally it was time for a few announcements and the surprise. The head of the American Ballet Company walked up to the stage and everyone took their seats.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome. I hope everyone is having a good time. Now I have a few things to say, then I'll hand over to the director of the three sections that toured this year" he paused, ruffling his notes and laying them in front of him.
"First I'd like to congratulate everyone on what was a successful year. You all trained very hard and the best has been brought out in all of you. For a lot of you this has been the first time you've been on tour with the ABC and I'd like to welcome you to the world of ballet. Second there will be a few weeks break while we upgrade the dance studios. Thirdly, thankyou to all the backstage crew, they did a beautiful job, and finally, I'm very proud of all of you, and you should be as well. Now I'll hand over to Paul Thomas, director of Coppelila". The crowd applauded as Paul approached the microphone.
"Thanks Hal. Well, everyone did an excellent job in Coppelila. Not many setbacks I'm glad to report. We had a few broken sets while moving around
Canada and costumes being ripped, but that was all fixed in an instant. I'd like to congratulate everyone on a performance well done, and all the praise goes to them." He started a round of applause for his cast and crew and the second director stepped up.
"A few broken sets is a setback, but the theatre having no room for them is bad. Our sets didn't fit half of the theatres of Paris because we got moved about when one of them was ruined by water. Then again, so is the way of professional ballet! All of my dancers and backstage crew did an absolute fantastic job improvising the space and I want to congratulate them all." Once again everyone applauded.
"I'm glad I'm not in this business" I commented to Eames.
"Me too. It makes you appreciate what we do" she replied. The last speaker was the director of Swan Lake. He winked when he saw us because he knew just as well as I did (but unknown to Eames) what was going to happen. He took a deep breath and leant on the wooden box the microphone was attached to.
"Well first I'd like to congratulate the cast and crew that dealt with the broken sets and costumes in Coppelila. Tough. And Sleeping Beauty, phew, that lack of space must have been something short of chaos. But what about a murder threat and an assassin?" he paused for effect while the whole hall murmured. "Yes, that's right. I had to deal with a death threat on my lead dancer and a whole bunch of New York police roaming the theatre - backstage and audience. Never the less, we got through, but unfortunately had to cancel the last performance after another threat was posted."
He stood up straight and adjusted his suit jacket. "The only way we got to do our first performance was with the help of a very talented, quick thinking woman who is sitting in the crowd tonight. I'd like to publicly thank her on behalf of my cast and crew for what she did. Detective Alexandra Eames, please come up here."
Alex froze. She looked at me, shocked. Upon seeing my cheeky grin she instantly knew I had a hand in this. She lightly whacked me across the shoulder and rose from her seat. She approached the podium and greeted the director. He gestured for her to speak and as soon as she approached the microphone the hall went silent.
"Thankyou, I think. I don't remember anything because I took the assassin's bullet, landed behind a prop and got amnesia. But I do know that Detective Goren, who is also here, is as much to thank as I am. Although, he got the easy job of roaming the audience while I danced on stage" she said. A giggle came from the crowd. "I don't know what else to say really." She looked down and smiled. She was speechless until a jolt shot through her memory.then the words came. "I really want to thank the cast of Swan Lake for giving me the opportunity to dance and live out a dream I had right up until I became a detective" she said, tears in her eyes as she remembered everything. The blue costume, the lights and the kiss Goren gave her. "Even if it was by chance, and the experience was cut short." Holly approached with a glass box, which had silver ballet shoes arranged in the same colour blue material as her tutu. There were tiny swans in there. She gave it to Eames.
"This woman took the bullet instead of me. I owe her my career, and my life." She hugged Eames, who was completely overwhelmed by all this.
"Well this is just as good as winning the Miss Universe" she said, the final memories of the night she sat in front of the TV falling into place. The hall erupted in applause as she raced to me. I engulfed her in a hug. "I love you so much" she said, her voice half muffled as her head buried into my chest. Did she mean it, or was it a spur of the moment thing? I didn't care.
"I love you too," I answered.
~*~*~*~*~*
The rest of the night was full of people coming to ask us about what happened, and Eames proudly told them the whole story from beginning to end. I was glad she had finally remembered. At the end of the night, I drove her home. She was silent the whole way, obviously thinking about the past few days she had lost in the sand of her memory.
~*~*~*~*~* Eames POV
I remembered everything. Right from the day I wondered where Jerry Springer was when I needed entertainment to when I saw the red dot and wondered where to land. The night was a bit of a daze, but I took comfort in knowing everything would be clear in the morning.
"Bobby, thanks" I said.
"What for?"
"For what you did tonight. It helped me remember."
"That was the aim. Are you ok?" he asked. He took one hand off the steering wheel and placed it on my hand.
"Yes. I did realise something though," I said, remembering the dream I kept having.
"What?" Bobby was ready to listen intently.
"I kept having the same dream over and over. 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 because she can't find him."
"What about it?" he asked.
"I realised that little girl was me. The ballerinas and models are things I wanted when I was little. The blue was obviously the colour of my costume. Then everyone disappeared and left me. That was my childhood dream being let go. Crying was mourning the chance I never got. Then the man was you, Bobby. You comforted me when I was sad, then I'm happy again. But then you leave when I'm not in any trouble at all, when I just need someone to be there." I felt a bit miserable, and a little tear soled down my check.
By the time I'd finished my story we had arrived at my apartment block. Bobby escorted me to the door of the building. He wiped the tear away.
"Alex, I'll always be here, bad and good. You are my partner, and my friend. You are important to me and don't ever think otherwise" he reassured. I knew this deep down inside, but over the past few days everything had been such a mess I'd forgotten.
"Thankyou Bobby. I know you'll never leave. I'm here for you too. Whenever you need something, just call ok?"
~*~*~*~*~* Goren POV
She was an emotional wreck, but all she needed was comfort. I meant it when I said I'd always be there. I wiped her tears away and she walked up the steps to go inside. She was almost through the door when I had to say something that had been bugging me.
"Alex" I said. She turned around.
"Do you really love me? I mean more than a partner?" she looked down at the concrete. I couldn't believe I just blurted it out. I'd never thought of Eames any way except a pal who could keep me in line, but tonight changed it. She looked at me, walked forward and kissed me. Inside my heart was racing. It was a long loving kiss. We broke away from each other and placed her hands on my face gently.
"Bobby, I do love you. I love you more than you know," she said. I smiled.
"I love you too." And with that she disappeared into her building, leaving me in a daze.
~*~*~*~*~* Eames POV
Oh my god. I kissed Bobby. I never thought I'd ever feel that way about him, but tonight changed it all. As soon as I got inside I ran a hot bubble bath. All the thoughts in my head were racing around, and my heart still pounded. After my bath I went straight to bed. This time I had a different dream. Instead of little me, it was big me, racing around New York. Suddenly I find myself in a theatre in front of people. Then I changed again and I was accepting the Miss Universe crown. Goren was hugging me. The next thing I knew I was back out on the streets of New York, Goren at my side once again. I felt uneasy because I knew in the end he disappeared. And as if he knew what I was thinking, he said 'I'm not going anywhere. It'll take more than that to get rid of me'. Then he hugs me, and that's it. He goes nowhere and I wake up in the best mood ever.
Maybe wining some beauty pageant, or dancing in some big production isn't the best things. It is whom you have around you. I've got Bobby. Sweet, kind, totally in love with me! And Deakins, keeps me in line, gives me a hell of a lot of work to do and introduced me to the best guy on earth. Well, maybe being Miss Universe would top it all off.
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There you go people! I hope it wasn't too painful to read. I don't normally write love stuff between Goren and Eames, but I though I'd make an exception. And there was much rejoicing.yyaaayy.sorry.been watching too much Monty Python!!
AN: Last chapter. Forgive me if it is a bit sappy, but I spent 4 ½ hours trying to write an ending and this was the best I could come up with! It may be a bit long, but please read it coz it took foreva!
Disclaimer: Eames and Goren and Deakins don't belong to me.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Goren POV
After we left the theatre we went back to the office. Deakins gave us more paperwork to do, so we had no shortage of work. Actually, I stand corrected. Eames didn't get any because she couldn't remember what happened. So I had no shortage of work. She felt guilty about making me do the work so she was my messenger girl instead. She got me coffee, food and ran messages to Deakins. When she had nothing to do, she tried to figure out what she was going to wear.
"Got nothing to wear huh?" I asked, taking a break from writing. She smiled.
"Nope. I've got no idea. It must be easy for you because all you have to do is throw on a suit and you look great," she said, hopelessly. She flicked through magazines and catalogues searching for the perfect outfit. A look of familiarity crossed her face.
"We've been though this haven't we? Me complaining of nothing to wear." I nodded.
"Well you found something last time, I'm sure something will pop up," I reassured her.
~*~*~*~*~* Eames POV
Deakins heard about our little date tonight and let us out early to get ready. I was surprised at how lenient he was being. I searched the shops for a new dress. I went hope empty handed and searched my wardrobe. I had clothes flung all over my bed until right at the very back I spotted a long blue spaghetti strap dress. I remember wearing it to my cousin's wedding. I put it on and to my surprise it fit perfectly. Great, now I needed shoes. I found a great pair of ice silver shoes that matched perfectly. I looked at myself in the mirror. There was something awfully familiar about the mix of colours, but I put it down to something I'd forgotten.
I had always heard about people being in a coma, waking up with amnesia and not knowing anything about who they were or who their loved ones were. I could never imagine what it was like - now I do. I thought loosing a few days was tough. I had feelings of confusion all the time. Luckily I have Goren to help me. I set out to get a taxi and meet Goren at the venue.
~*~*~*~*~* Goren POV
Eames was certainly right. Finding something to wear was easy. I found a nice black suit, light blue shirt and thin striped tie. I had a shower, did my hair, put on some cologne and was ready hours ahead of schedule.
After sitting around home doing nothing I drove to the ball. I arrived first and waited for Eames outside. It was a warm evening, but not hot. It was just right. Then a taxi pulled up and out stepped one beautiful woman. She looked a bit embarrassed about being dressed up. She was so used to me seeing her in just pants and a nice top. She walked up the steps and patted her hair, making sure it was in place.
"Don't make fun of me. I look really-"
"Gorgeous" I said. Dejavu for me, but Alex smiled.
"This is the part where you give me the microphone" she said, breaking my thoughts. I chuckled nodding.
"I'm glad you're memory is coming back. Shall we go inside?" I asked offering my arm. She smiled and linked her arm with mine.
We walked into the large hall in awe. It was beautifully decorated in blue, gold, silver and white. There was a fountain in the middle of the room that had a swan in it. There were music notes decorating the tables and glass ballet slippers on every table. The small stage had gold sheer fabric draped on an arch with the microphone underneath it. There was classical music playing.
"Isn't this beautiful?" Eames said, smiling at its beauty.
"It sure is." I replied, equally speechless.
Eames POV
The music was beautiful. No sooner had Canon in D finished, Waltz from Swan Lake started playing. I recognised the song straight away.
"When I was little I used to pretend my Barbie doll met her prince charming at a ball. They'd dance all night to this song and then I'd put them on a white horse and they rode into the sunset together." I laughed at the fond childhood memory.
"Well I don't have the white horse, and I may not be prince charming, but I can certainly fulfil the rest of that scenario," Goren said extending his hand. I looked at him for a moment. Was he joking, or was he serious? I decided not to question it and took his hand. He looked at me with warm eyes and I started to rethink his answer about not being prince charming. He was certainly being charming to me, but then again he was always sweet. We had a good time and danced a lot. It was good because we were out not undercover or for work reasons, but as friends. He laughed more than usual and a new Goren came out.
"Are you feeling ok?" I asked.
"Never better. Why?" he asked smiling. I shrugged.
"You just seem different than normal" I replied.
"Well that's because I here with you, dancing, escaping from the world of crime" he informed me.
"I thought you liked all the running after criminals."
"I do, but on a night like this it is good to be just me. Plain Bobby who likes big soft New York pretzels and cool cars - instead of Detective Goren who never misses a piece of evidence, knows how to get a crook to spill the info and walks around being the big guy," he analysed himself. I nodded. This Robert 'Bobby' Goren was one I thought I'd like to know.
Goren POV
Eames looked divine. She is a really great dancer, well a normal dancer.not a ballet dancer.forget it. You know what I mean. We danced for ages, just talking. Finally it was time for a few announcements and the surprise. The head of the American Ballet Company walked up to the stage and everyone took their seats.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome. I hope everyone is having a good time. Now I have a few things to say, then I'll hand over to the director of the three sections that toured this year" he paused, ruffling his notes and laying them in front of him.
"First I'd like to congratulate everyone on what was a successful year. You all trained very hard and the best has been brought out in all of you. For a lot of you this has been the first time you've been on tour with the ABC and I'd like to welcome you to the world of ballet. Second there will be a few weeks break while we upgrade the dance studios. Thirdly, thankyou to all the backstage crew, they did a beautiful job, and finally, I'm very proud of all of you, and you should be as well. Now I'll hand over to Paul Thomas, director of Coppelila". The crowd applauded as Paul approached the microphone.
"Thanks Hal. Well, everyone did an excellent job in Coppelila. Not many setbacks I'm glad to report. We had a few broken sets while moving around
Canada and costumes being ripped, but that was all fixed in an instant. I'd like to congratulate everyone on a performance well done, and all the praise goes to them." He started a round of applause for his cast and crew and the second director stepped up.
"A few broken sets is a setback, but the theatre having no room for them is bad. Our sets didn't fit half of the theatres of Paris because we got moved about when one of them was ruined by water. Then again, so is the way of professional ballet! All of my dancers and backstage crew did an absolute fantastic job improvising the space and I want to congratulate them all." Once again everyone applauded.
"I'm glad I'm not in this business" I commented to Eames.
"Me too. It makes you appreciate what we do" she replied. The last speaker was the director of Swan Lake. He winked when he saw us because he knew just as well as I did (but unknown to Eames) what was going to happen. He took a deep breath and leant on the wooden box the microphone was attached to.
"Well first I'd like to congratulate the cast and crew that dealt with the broken sets and costumes in Coppelila. Tough. And Sleeping Beauty, phew, that lack of space must have been something short of chaos. But what about a murder threat and an assassin?" he paused for effect while the whole hall murmured. "Yes, that's right. I had to deal with a death threat on my lead dancer and a whole bunch of New York police roaming the theatre - backstage and audience. Never the less, we got through, but unfortunately had to cancel the last performance after another threat was posted."
He stood up straight and adjusted his suit jacket. "The only way we got to do our first performance was with the help of a very talented, quick thinking woman who is sitting in the crowd tonight. I'd like to publicly thank her on behalf of my cast and crew for what she did. Detective Alexandra Eames, please come up here."
Alex froze. She looked at me, shocked. Upon seeing my cheeky grin she instantly knew I had a hand in this. She lightly whacked me across the shoulder and rose from her seat. She approached the podium and greeted the director. He gestured for her to speak and as soon as she approached the microphone the hall went silent.
"Thankyou, I think. I don't remember anything because I took the assassin's bullet, landed behind a prop and got amnesia. But I do know that Detective Goren, who is also here, is as much to thank as I am. Although, he got the easy job of roaming the audience while I danced on stage" she said. A giggle came from the crowd. "I don't know what else to say really." She looked down and smiled. She was speechless until a jolt shot through her memory.then the words came. "I really want to thank the cast of Swan Lake for giving me the opportunity to dance and live out a dream I had right up until I became a detective" she said, tears in her eyes as she remembered everything. The blue costume, the lights and the kiss Goren gave her. "Even if it was by chance, and the experience was cut short." Holly approached with a glass box, which had silver ballet shoes arranged in the same colour blue material as her tutu. There were tiny swans in there. She gave it to Eames.
"This woman took the bullet instead of me. I owe her my career, and my life." She hugged Eames, who was completely overwhelmed by all this.
"Well this is just as good as winning the Miss Universe" she said, the final memories of the night she sat in front of the TV falling into place. The hall erupted in applause as she raced to me. I engulfed her in a hug. "I love you so much" she said, her voice half muffled as her head buried into my chest. Did she mean it, or was it a spur of the moment thing? I didn't care.
"I love you too," I answered.
~*~*~*~*~*
The rest of the night was full of people coming to ask us about what happened, and Eames proudly told them the whole story from beginning to end. I was glad she had finally remembered. At the end of the night, I drove her home. She was silent the whole way, obviously thinking about the past few days she had lost in the sand of her memory.
~*~*~*~*~* Eames POV
I remembered everything. Right from the day I wondered where Jerry Springer was when I needed entertainment to when I saw the red dot and wondered where to land. The night was a bit of a daze, but I took comfort in knowing everything would be clear in the morning.
"Bobby, thanks" I said.
"What for?"
"For what you did tonight. It helped me remember."
"That was the aim. Are you ok?" he asked. He took one hand off the steering wheel and placed it on my hand.
"Yes. I did realise something though," I said, remembering the dream I kept having.
"What?" Bobby was ready to listen intently.
"I kept having the same dream over and over. 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 because she can't find him."
"What about it?" he asked.
"I realised that little girl was me. The ballerinas and models are things I wanted when I was little. The blue was obviously the colour of my costume. Then everyone disappeared and left me. That was my childhood dream being let go. Crying was mourning the chance I never got. Then the man was you, Bobby. You comforted me when I was sad, then I'm happy again. But then you leave when I'm not in any trouble at all, when I just need someone to be there." I felt a bit miserable, and a little tear soled down my check.
By the time I'd finished my story we had arrived at my apartment block. Bobby escorted me to the door of the building. He wiped the tear away.
"Alex, I'll always be here, bad and good. You are my partner, and my friend. You are important to me and don't ever think otherwise" he reassured. I knew this deep down inside, but over the past few days everything had been such a mess I'd forgotten.
"Thankyou Bobby. I know you'll never leave. I'm here for you too. Whenever you need something, just call ok?"
~*~*~*~*~* Goren POV
She was an emotional wreck, but all she needed was comfort. I meant it when I said I'd always be there. I wiped her tears away and she walked up the steps to go inside. She was almost through the door when I had to say something that had been bugging me.
"Alex" I said. She turned around.
"Do you really love me? I mean more than a partner?" she looked down at the concrete. I couldn't believe I just blurted it out. I'd never thought of Eames any way except a pal who could keep me in line, but tonight changed it. She looked at me, walked forward and kissed me. Inside my heart was racing. It was a long loving kiss. We broke away from each other and placed her hands on my face gently.
"Bobby, I do love you. I love you more than you know," she said. I smiled.
"I love you too." And with that she disappeared into her building, leaving me in a daze.
~*~*~*~*~* Eames POV
Oh my god. I kissed Bobby. I never thought I'd ever feel that way about him, but tonight changed it all. As soon as I got inside I ran a hot bubble bath. All the thoughts in my head were racing around, and my heart still pounded. After my bath I went straight to bed. This time I had a different dream. Instead of little me, it was big me, racing around New York. Suddenly I find myself in a theatre in front of people. Then I changed again and I was accepting the Miss Universe crown. Goren was hugging me. The next thing I knew I was back out on the streets of New York, Goren at my side once again. I felt uneasy because I knew in the end he disappeared. And as if he knew what I was thinking, he said 'I'm not going anywhere. It'll take more than that to get rid of me'. Then he hugs me, and that's it. He goes nowhere and I wake up in the best mood ever.
Maybe wining some beauty pageant, or dancing in some big production isn't the best things. It is whom you have around you. I've got Bobby. Sweet, kind, totally in love with me! And Deakins, keeps me in line, gives me a hell of a lot of work to do and introduced me to the best guy on earth. Well, maybe being Miss Universe would top it all off.
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There you go people! I hope it wasn't too painful to read. I don't normally write love stuff between Goren and Eames, but I though I'd make an exception. And there was much rejoicing.yyaaayy.sorry.been watching too much Monty Python!!
