Disclaimer: Characters belong to Dick Wolf.
A/N: To those who have reviewed - thank you times a million. This is my lame attempt at being humorous. It's dry humor at best. This chapter doesn't really tie it all together but I promise it will eventually. This chapter is bit longer.Read and Review.
Part Five Police Plaza One MCS
8:20: A fresh cup of coffee in hand, Eames anxiously waits for the elevator. Why am I so impatient especially in the morning? I'm the one who fends off Goren long enough so the perps have a chance to tell their story before he eats them alive. Yet.every morning the sound of annoying alarm blares sharply at 5 am. Every morning I will myself not to touch the snooze button. Imbedded deep in my sub-consciousness I want to get up. Every morning for the last two years I have the same internal argument. A part of me has a dire need to feel the satisfaction of being seated at my desk when my partner walks in. To see the priceless expression on his face. Or to point and laugh. To prove I don't a life outside of work either. Scratch that one. No, to be seen as. equal. On the flips I want to sink back into unconsciousness. Sleep always wins out. However I have yet to touch the snooze button. Although every week I have to buy a new alarm clock.
8:22: The anticipating sound of the elevator dings and breaks Eames' train of the though. "Finally."
It was becoming rather apparent her morning wasn't going to get better; squeezed between 3 rather large officers in the back of elevator, Eames tries to relax. Relax what a novel idea, maybe if I relaxed I wouldn't have the beginnings of an ulcer. 8:26. wonderful! 10 to 1, I'm going to be late. If Goren didn't arrive so damn early ALL the time, no one would even notice if I walked in a few minutes late. Gotta find some leverage.
Exactly an hour after arriving, Detective Goren was bored. Which struck him as strange; he had gone through all the morning motions; shuffling around paperwork, rearranging all his pens and pencils, and made his usual phone calls. He even brewed fresh coffee for his fellow colleagues. At that point, he knew it was bad. Even his colleagues took note, of the detective's peculiar behavior. They'd come to expect crazy, or just south of psychopathic behavior from him but the display of (such) domestic behavior, was beyond comprehension.
8:29: The elevator doors had just opened. Eames pushes her way through the mass of people in the elevator.
Reclined in his yellow chair, and his eyes closed, Goren hears the resonating sound of a woman's shoes rapidly approaching. A smile slowly spread across his face and sofltly mumbles; "Eames...is late."
8:31: Eames sprints the short distance from the elevator to the main room door. Her face still flush from the sprint, she stops to straighten out her suit, but something catches her eye. Her all-knowing, partner, aka Mr. Punctuality, was asleep - on the job. With that in mind, a small smile creeps across her face. I think I found my leverage.
8:32: Confidently Eames enters the main floor and walks towards her desk. Goren, still slumped in his chair, with his eyes closed, takes a deep breath and catches a whiff of Eames perfume.
Sending his senses into overtime to identify the smell. Sweet, with a slight citrus twist, 'Chance' - by Channel, ironic how fashion can imitate life. Content with his final analysis; Goren is first to initiate a conversation. "Eames. You're."
Eames deliberately cuts him off. "What?"
Noticing her flush cheeks, Goren chooses his next few words carefully. Casually he asks; " Hey, Eames. I don't have my watch today, do you have the time?"
Eames quietly curses under her breathe. "I'm kind of busy." Pointing at the stack of reports in front of her. "Doesn't your cell phone show the time?"
Goren could tell she was eluding his question, switching gears, he boyishly smiles in embarrassment before responding, "I left it at my apartment."
"Smart. real smart, partner." Eames says agitatedly. If only Goren knew how much she didn't need this.. "Alright I was." before finishing - Goren's phone rings.
"Goren." Knowing all to well she would use this as an out, he shakes his index finger. Letting her know she wasn't off the hook yet.
"Alright. Thank you." Goren says before hanging up.
"What was that about?"
"That was Craig from latent. Informing me they've examined all the evidence. And it's all ours."
"You called days ago, they just now finish?"
"Yeah. They got backed-up."
Deakins quietly announces himself with a deep rumble in his throat. Both detectives quickly turn their attention to him.
"Jennifer from CSU just called, and said they found something you two might find interesting. Another thing she mentioned; is you owe them big time for it. And Eames, try to be time."
With that, Deakins turns to leave. Eames watches Deakins return to his office, before venting, "A measly 2 and half minutes. What do we owe CSU for?"
"I heard that, detective!" hollers Deakins at no one in particular. I love my job.
Goren refuses to make eye contact her; and rushes off to grab both their coats. Returns and offers Eames her coat, and puts on his. "I put in a request, earlier this morning for CSU to go back to look for evidence to support my theory. Oh, and you were a little on the late side."
"2 minutes! You did what?! You asked CSU to go dumpster diving?! And they did it? Willingly? What did you offer in exchange? A date?" she says sarcastically.
Flashing a boyish smile at her; "Not exactly.but close." Quickly changing the subject he adds; "Do you want to stop for coffee before going to lab or do your want to go directly there?"
"Coffee." And proceeds to put on her jacket and dumps her now cold coffee in the trash.
At Goren's
A/N: To those who have reviewed - thank you times a million. This is my lame attempt at being humorous. It's dry humor at best. This chapter doesn't really tie it all together but I promise it will eventually. This chapter is bit longer.Read and Review.
Part Five Police Plaza One MCS
8:20: A fresh cup of coffee in hand, Eames anxiously waits for the elevator. Why am I so impatient especially in the morning? I'm the one who fends off Goren long enough so the perps have a chance to tell their story before he eats them alive. Yet.every morning the sound of annoying alarm blares sharply at 5 am. Every morning I will myself not to touch the snooze button. Imbedded deep in my sub-consciousness I want to get up. Every morning for the last two years I have the same internal argument. A part of me has a dire need to feel the satisfaction of being seated at my desk when my partner walks in. To see the priceless expression on his face. Or to point and laugh. To prove I don't a life outside of work either. Scratch that one. No, to be seen as. equal. On the flips I want to sink back into unconsciousness. Sleep always wins out. However I have yet to touch the snooze button. Although every week I have to buy a new alarm clock.
8:22: The anticipating sound of the elevator dings and breaks Eames' train of the though. "Finally."
It was becoming rather apparent her morning wasn't going to get better; squeezed between 3 rather large officers in the back of elevator, Eames tries to relax. Relax what a novel idea, maybe if I relaxed I wouldn't have the beginnings of an ulcer. 8:26. wonderful! 10 to 1, I'm going to be late. If Goren didn't arrive so damn early ALL the time, no one would even notice if I walked in a few minutes late. Gotta find some leverage.
Exactly an hour after arriving, Detective Goren was bored. Which struck him as strange; he had gone through all the morning motions; shuffling around paperwork, rearranging all his pens and pencils, and made his usual phone calls. He even brewed fresh coffee for his fellow colleagues. At that point, he knew it was bad. Even his colleagues took note, of the detective's peculiar behavior. They'd come to expect crazy, or just south of psychopathic behavior from him but the display of (such) domestic behavior, was beyond comprehension.
8:29: The elevator doors had just opened. Eames pushes her way through the mass of people in the elevator.
Reclined in his yellow chair, and his eyes closed, Goren hears the resonating sound of a woman's shoes rapidly approaching. A smile slowly spread across his face and sofltly mumbles; "Eames...is late."
8:31: Eames sprints the short distance from the elevator to the main room door. Her face still flush from the sprint, she stops to straighten out her suit, but something catches her eye. Her all-knowing, partner, aka Mr. Punctuality, was asleep - on the job. With that in mind, a small smile creeps across her face. I think I found my leverage.
8:32: Confidently Eames enters the main floor and walks towards her desk. Goren, still slumped in his chair, with his eyes closed, takes a deep breath and catches a whiff of Eames perfume.
Sending his senses into overtime to identify the smell. Sweet, with a slight citrus twist, 'Chance' - by Channel, ironic how fashion can imitate life. Content with his final analysis; Goren is first to initiate a conversation. "Eames. You're."
Eames deliberately cuts him off. "What?"
Noticing her flush cheeks, Goren chooses his next few words carefully. Casually he asks; " Hey, Eames. I don't have my watch today, do you have the time?"
Eames quietly curses under her breathe. "I'm kind of busy." Pointing at the stack of reports in front of her. "Doesn't your cell phone show the time?"
Goren could tell she was eluding his question, switching gears, he boyishly smiles in embarrassment before responding, "I left it at my apartment."
"Smart. real smart, partner." Eames says agitatedly. If only Goren knew how much she didn't need this.. "Alright I was." before finishing - Goren's phone rings.
"Goren." Knowing all to well she would use this as an out, he shakes his index finger. Letting her know she wasn't off the hook yet.
"Alright. Thank you." Goren says before hanging up.
"What was that about?"
"That was Craig from latent. Informing me they've examined all the evidence. And it's all ours."
"You called days ago, they just now finish?"
"Yeah. They got backed-up."
Deakins quietly announces himself with a deep rumble in his throat. Both detectives quickly turn their attention to him.
"Jennifer from CSU just called, and said they found something you two might find interesting. Another thing she mentioned; is you owe them big time for it. And Eames, try to be time."
With that, Deakins turns to leave. Eames watches Deakins return to his office, before venting, "A measly 2 and half minutes. What do we owe CSU for?"
"I heard that, detective!" hollers Deakins at no one in particular. I love my job.
Goren refuses to make eye contact her; and rushes off to grab both their coats. Returns and offers Eames her coat, and puts on his. "I put in a request, earlier this morning for CSU to go back to look for evidence to support my theory. Oh, and you were a little on the late side."
"2 minutes! You did what?! You asked CSU to go dumpster diving?! And they did it? Willingly? What did you offer in exchange? A date?" she says sarcastically.
Flashing a boyish smile at her; "Not exactly.but close." Quickly changing the subject he adds; "Do you want to stop for coffee before going to lab or do your want to go directly there?"
"Coffee." And proceeds to put on her jacket and dumps her now cold coffee in the trash.
At Goren's
