Chapter 2: In Sickness and in Health

A/N: I bet I know what you're thinking. Are they getting married? Read on and find out

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters mentioned.

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Goren lay half awake watching the pigeon on his windowsill. It was 7:30 am but he couldn't be stuffed getting out of bed. He felt a cold coming on as he rolled out of bed. He groggily stumbled to the fridge and got a glass of orange juice. He guzzled it down with a Panadol and headed for the shower. He felt strange like something big was going to happen.

After standing in there for 20 minutes enjoying the warmth and inhaling the steam he heard his phone ringing. He wrapped a towel around himself and walked to the sound.

"Hello?" he said.

"Goren, its Eames. You don't sound to well" she said.

"I think I'm getting sick," he said, sniffing.

"Poor thing. There have been another 2 murders. This time Ambulance workers" she said.

"I'll be right there" he said hanging up and getting dressed.

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They arrived at the scene. Like the others murders, one male and one female. They were lying on the stretchers in the back of the ambulance. The same footprint was found at the scene.

"There is a pattern emerging here," said Goren all stuffed up. Eames couldn't help but laugh. His usually deep voice sounded so funny and he was forever pulling out Aloe Vera extra soft tissues - which was incredibly funny to her because he was always such a tough guy. He could stand blood and guts and pain to extremes beyond hers, but when he had a cold and his nose hurt a bit, straight away out came the extra soft tissues.

"Yes. I think he is killing two of every profession," she said, controlling her laughter. "Think about it. There have been fire fighters, police and now medics. Detectives could be next.or lawyers," she said.

"We haven't got any new clues to this guy. He is very careful not to leave any new clues. Must know what he is doing" Goren assumed

"I wonder why" Eames said, both leaving the scene to the police photographers.

"I don't know. There is a convention for journalists tonight. If they are targeting professions, that's where he'll make his move" Goren said.

"Ok. We'll get a team together and keep watch," Eames suggested. He nodded. "You can stay home if you want and I'll go with Matthews," she said to Goren as he blew his nose. "It'll be cold tonight."

"No, that's fine. I'll go. I don't want to miss any action." He looked at her and smiled. She shook her head.

"Adrenaline junkie" she said.

"Anyway, this is a full time job. Whether I'm sick or healthy, I'm not gonna let you have all the fun" he said. She smiled at him. "I'm not going anywhere."

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The night was cold as Eames had predicted and the convention was going well. The 4 teams of detectives kept an eve on things as more and more people entered the hall. Eames and Goren walked around together, huddled close to keep war.

"You know, this is my idea of a good night," Goren said, taking a deep breath of the fresh, cold air.

"What? Walking around freezing your ass off?" she said. He nodded.

"And I can't imagine doing it with anyone but you" he said, linking his arm through hers.

"Ahhh, thanks Goren. You just bought yourself a nice big coffee when we've finished" she said. He chuckled. He had the best partner ever.

The hours slipped by without any disturbances. The meeting was going well and the journalists learnt more ways to make stories. Once it had finished, the detectives disbanded - but a bit too soon. As everyone was leaving, a smoke bomb was thrown onto the stage at the two journalists giving the talk. One of the teams of detectives caught him, but he managed to wriggle free and escape. Eames and Goren were left to rush everyone out. Eames called the ambulance she had on standby as Goren raced up onto the stage to drag out the unconscious two.

"Eames, take them to the ambulance" he said as she raced to collect the woman. The man was as large as Goren and he struggled a bit as the smoke got to him. The medic inspected her.

"It is poison gas. Get the others out quick," said the medic. Eames raced back in and helped Goren. She held her breath and made it out just in time. The female journalist had regained consciousness and the medics worked on the man. He was only just breathing so they put an oxygen mask on.

"Detective, we have to get a mask on you too" said one medic, hastily placing it over his face. Goren held it there and Eames rubbed his back. She looked around at all the people, and then noticed a figure standing in the alley down the side of the hall.

"I'll be right back" she told Goren and ran after him. Goren looked on as she disappeared. He threw the mask off. The medic tried to stop him.

"I have to go with her," he said, fearing for her life. A roll of thunder was heard as clouds started to come in. A spring storm was on the way. Goren chased after his partner, and he started to feel weird. His throat hurt, but he told himself it was his cold. He looked back at the two journalists. Both were ok, although the man didn't look too well. He was going to go back, but his partner needed his help. He was tired and just wanted to go to bed. His nice warm bed. Better than being in the freezing cold. He thought about the coffee Eames promised him. He couldn't wait.

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