Goodbyes
A/N: Maybe some of u r wondering why I'd write such a sad story.probably not, but hey, someone might! This is what I think Eames would do if.god forbid.Goren died on the job. PS: just thought I'd let you know I don't know Bobby's b/day, so I used D'Onofrio's b/day instead.
Disclaimer: blah blah blah
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Eames lay in her bed awake. She slept well that night until she woke up and remembered that her partner was gone. Her Bobby died in that alleyway in the dark. The clock read 10:17 am but it felt 7:30. This was a day she never wanted to see. She got up, showered and found a black dress and shoes. In honour of her partner's crazy style, she wore one of his ties. She didn't care if others would think it outrageous, she did it for him.
She headed to the cemetery in her car, thinking about her loss. All the things they did together, all the things she never said. She didn't want to cry. He wouldn't have wanted it. She promised herself she'd be strong. She arrived and met Deakins. He embraced her.
"Alex, are you ok?" he asked. He felt so stupid saying it, but he had nothing else to say.
"I will be." She said. She looked at the polished coffin that held her partner. She remembered it was only yesterday she was laughing with him and his smile warmed her heart. Now he wouldn't smile again and she couldn't bare it. The ceremony started with a song - 'Calling All Angels' by Train. A feeling of anger, hurt, despair and sadness swept over her.
"We are here to celebrate the life of Robert Goren. Tenderly known as Bobby to his family and co-workers." the priest started. Eames ignored him and stared at the grass. She wiped away the single tear that fell from her eye, hoping nobody would notice - but Deakins did. He hugged her.
"Its ok Alex. It is ok to cry," he whispered.
"I know" she said, crying silently. Everyone at work saw her as a strong woman, but this was one time she could let go of that image.
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The ceremony was over after many tears. It was a small group - mostly other detectives, and a few family members. Eames was the last to leave. She watched doves that had been released fly around the trees in the deep blue sky. Her eyes were red and sore from crying and her heart ached. She placed flowers on Bobby's coffin and pulled out a note written on beautiful floral- edged, scented paper.
"Hey Bobby. Um, I have something I have to read to you. I wrote it last night when I got home. It is about you. So uh, here it is.
I had a friend, not long ago,
Who told me he would never go.
A partner in a detective job
A friend when we had to stop.
Who was always there for me,
Who gave me courage to believe.
Who gave me hope when I was lost
And opened doors I wanted shut.
I had a friend not long ago,
Who told me he would never go.
When at a loss, when I was down,
Helped me turn my world around.
Who laughed with me, who cried with me,
Whose smile could set my spirit free.
Showed me love still lingered in my heart
And told me never give that up.
I had a friend, not long ago
Who told me he would never go.
I had a friend that couldn't stay
When angels came to take him away.
I can only hope he know
Just how much I miss him now.
I cherish you with all my heart
Bobby, in dreams we'll never part."
By the end, Eames couldn't speak. She kissed the paper and placed it with the flowers. She stood staring at his coffin for what seemed forever. Her eyes diverted to the polished granite headstone. 'Robert Goren. Beloved Son. You are with the angels. Born 30 June 1959, Died 6 July 2003.'
"Bobby, come back, please" she sobbed, even though she knew it was impossible. "I love you, don't you ever forget that ok?" she sniffed. She kissed her fingertips, placed them on the coffin and walked away. She felt like a huge part of her had been left with him. She got into her car and leant back in the seat. She looked back at Bobby. The grave attendants had arrived and she watched as he was lowered into the ground and the dirt piled on top. It was only then that it sunk in that he was gone forever.
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She returned to work dressed in the black and his tie. His desk was exactly how he left it - paper, a half filled Styrofoam cup and the container with the cockroach. She smiled at that day when he messaged her about the bug. She sat down in his chair. It smelt of his aftershave. She went through his draws. All paper and notes on past cases. She couldn't bear to throw them away, but she knew she had to. At the end of it all, the desk was cleared of everything. It felt so strange sitting across from nothing. She could still see him there, head down working. She still saw him glancing up at her every once in awhile to check on her pile of work, trying to finish before she did. She knew it was a matter of time before the seat was filled and she'd have a new partner but she didn't want one. Nobody could replace him.
When she arrived home there was a large box in front of her door. She took it inside and opened it. There was a letter on top many wrapped objects.
To Alex.
In the event that I die, this letter is to be read by you. So I guess I'm dead then.Shit. All these things belonged to me, but as my closest friend and faithful partner I want you to keep them. I couldn't go without leaving something to you. You have played a huge role in my life ever since the day I first met you and I'm thankful for all the things you've ever done for
me. You are a very special person. You are intelligent, loyal and beautiful. Don't ever let anyone tell you otherwise. I am glad I knew you because you made my life that much sweeter. I love you now and forever and
I'll be watching over you.
Love always,
Bobby.
Eames put the letter down and smiled. She looked inside the box. There were a few CD's, DVD's, books, aftershave that she liked, a few ties that she liked, a few pieces of jewellery, a stuffed toy she gave him as a joke and other bits and pieces. At the bottom of the lot there was a pretty photo frame with a picture of them both taken at an office party last year.
"Thanks Bobby" she said into the air, hugging the photo.
She went to sleep with the photo next to her. She stared at it until she went to sleep. She felt that he was there and it made her feel better.
She dreamed of him that night. They were back in the office joking, laughing, talking about strange things and teasing one another. She didn't know how she was going to spend the rest of her life without him, but somehow she knew he wouldn't want her to worry because he was there - always.
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Oh.tissues anyone? I needed one when I wrote it! Well there you have it. But never fear! We all know Bobby will come back in other fictions! Should I write one the same, but roles switched?? Hmmm
A/N: Maybe some of u r wondering why I'd write such a sad story.probably not, but hey, someone might! This is what I think Eames would do if.god forbid.Goren died on the job. PS: just thought I'd let you know I don't know Bobby's b/day, so I used D'Onofrio's b/day instead.
Disclaimer: blah blah blah
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Eames lay in her bed awake. She slept well that night until she woke up and remembered that her partner was gone. Her Bobby died in that alleyway in the dark. The clock read 10:17 am but it felt 7:30. This was a day she never wanted to see. She got up, showered and found a black dress and shoes. In honour of her partner's crazy style, she wore one of his ties. She didn't care if others would think it outrageous, she did it for him.
She headed to the cemetery in her car, thinking about her loss. All the things they did together, all the things she never said. She didn't want to cry. He wouldn't have wanted it. She promised herself she'd be strong. She arrived and met Deakins. He embraced her.
"Alex, are you ok?" he asked. He felt so stupid saying it, but he had nothing else to say.
"I will be." She said. She looked at the polished coffin that held her partner. She remembered it was only yesterday she was laughing with him and his smile warmed her heart. Now he wouldn't smile again and she couldn't bare it. The ceremony started with a song - 'Calling All Angels' by Train. A feeling of anger, hurt, despair and sadness swept over her.
"We are here to celebrate the life of Robert Goren. Tenderly known as Bobby to his family and co-workers." the priest started. Eames ignored him and stared at the grass. She wiped away the single tear that fell from her eye, hoping nobody would notice - but Deakins did. He hugged her.
"Its ok Alex. It is ok to cry," he whispered.
"I know" she said, crying silently. Everyone at work saw her as a strong woman, but this was one time she could let go of that image.
~*~*~*~*~*
The ceremony was over after many tears. It was a small group - mostly other detectives, and a few family members. Eames was the last to leave. She watched doves that had been released fly around the trees in the deep blue sky. Her eyes were red and sore from crying and her heart ached. She placed flowers on Bobby's coffin and pulled out a note written on beautiful floral- edged, scented paper.
"Hey Bobby. Um, I have something I have to read to you. I wrote it last night when I got home. It is about you. So uh, here it is.
I had a friend, not long ago,
Who told me he would never go.
A partner in a detective job
A friend when we had to stop.
Who was always there for me,
Who gave me courage to believe.
Who gave me hope when I was lost
And opened doors I wanted shut.
I had a friend not long ago,
Who told me he would never go.
When at a loss, when I was down,
Helped me turn my world around.
Who laughed with me, who cried with me,
Whose smile could set my spirit free.
Showed me love still lingered in my heart
And told me never give that up.
I had a friend, not long ago
Who told me he would never go.
I had a friend that couldn't stay
When angels came to take him away.
I can only hope he know
Just how much I miss him now.
I cherish you with all my heart
Bobby, in dreams we'll never part."
By the end, Eames couldn't speak. She kissed the paper and placed it with the flowers. She stood staring at his coffin for what seemed forever. Her eyes diverted to the polished granite headstone. 'Robert Goren. Beloved Son. You are with the angels. Born 30 June 1959, Died 6 July 2003.'
"Bobby, come back, please" she sobbed, even though she knew it was impossible. "I love you, don't you ever forget that ok?" she sniffed. She kissed her fingertips, placed them on the coffin and walked away. She felt like a huge part of her had been left with him. She got into her car and leant back in the seat. She looked back at Bobby. The grave attendants had arrived and she watched as he was lowered into the ground and the dirt piled on top. It was only then that it sunk in that he was gone forever.
~*~*~*~*~*
She returned to work dressed in the black and his tie. His desk was exactly how he left it - paper, a half filled Styrofoam cup and the container with the cockroach. She smiled at that day when he messaged her about the bug. She sat down in his chair. It smelt of his aftershave. She went through his draws. All paper and notes on past cases. She couldn't bear to throw them away, but she knew she had to. At the end of it all, the desk was cleared of everything. It felt so strange sitting across from nothing. She could still see him there, head down working. She still saw him glancing up at her every once in awhile to check on her pile of work, trying to finish before she did. She knew it was a matter of time before the seat was filled and she'd have a new partner but she didn't want one. Nobody could replace him.
When she arrived home there was a large box in front of her door. She took it inside and opened it. There was a letter on top many wrapped objects.
To Alex.
In the event that I die, this letter is to be read by you. So I guess I'm dead then.Shit. All these things belonged to me, but as my closest friend and faithful partner I want you to keep them. I couldn't go without leaving something to you. You have played a huge role in my life ever since the day I first met you and I'm thankful for all the things you've ever done for
me. You are a very special person. You are intelligent, loyal and beautiful. Don't ever let anyone tell you otherwise. I am glad I knew you because you made my life that much sweeter. I love you now and forever and
I'll be watching over you.
Love always,
Bobby.
Eames put the letter down and smiled. She looked inside the box. There were a few CD's, DVD's, books, aftershave that she liked, a few ties that she liked, a few pieces of jewellery, a stuffed toy she gave him as a joke and other bits and pieces. At the bottom of the lot there was a pretty photo frame with a picture of them both taken at an office party last year.
"Thanks Bobby" she said into the air, hugging the photo.
She went to sleep with the photo next to her. She stared at it until she went to sleep. She felt that he was there and it made her feel better.
She dreamed of him that night. They were back in the office joking, laughing, talking about strange things and teasing one another. She didn't know how she was going to spend the rest of her life without him, but somehow she knew he wouldn't want her to worry because he was there - always.
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Oh.tissues anyone? I needed one when I wrote it! Well there you have it. But never fear! We all know Bobby will come back in other fictions! Should I write one the same, but roles switched?? Hmmm
