Disclaimer: The characters belong to Dick Wolf A/N: If you hate it, love it, or are confused by it - let me know. Every bit of feedback is wanted. I tried to stay true to places in NY and the background of the characters (hobbies, tastes and interests) If any of you are wondering 'where's the drama?' it's near.

Part Six Latent

On the way to the lab, Goren silently vowed not to bring up Eames' late start. Later. He thought, when I'm well out of her jabbing range.

The ride there was smooth. After grabbing fresh coffee complements of Goren. Eames began to relax. Although the silence in the car made her uneasy. Usually her partner is ranting about something. Not a good sign she thought. But pure, beautiful silence. God, look what you've done to me, Goren! Pushing the last thought to the back of her mind she relishes in the tranquility.

Pulling into the parking lot Eames glances over at Goren. Who has his head rested against the window, Eames notices for the first time the dark rings around his eyes. Must not be sleeping well. He could sleep in an extra hour.

Goren without meaning to had drifted off. In the midst of a dream. A dream? Couldn't be. The voice was too familiar. He hears a soft but sweet voice calling his name, "Bobby. Bobby. Wake up."

Eames sighs in exasperation, gets out of the car and slams her door shut.

The vibration from the slamming door jolts Goren awake. Blinking a few time, he then hears a knock on the window. Startled, he turns to sees Eames outside trying not to laugh at the situation. Goren quickly collects himself and grabs his notebook before getting out.

After shutting the door he turns to Eames and asks; "Ready?"

"Always. Did you enjoy your power nap?"

"No comment." With that, Goren opens the door for his partner and follows her inside.

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Craig spots Bobby immediately. Waving him over, shouts "Bobby! Over her."

Eames immediately raises an eyebrow after hearing Craig address her partner as 'Bobby'.

Goren makes his way to Craig and shakes his hand. "Bobby, sorry about not getting back to you sooner, it's been a mad house."

Craig, embarrassed because he didn't take note of Eames earlier. Turns red. "Detective Eames. What a pleasure. I didn't see you come in. Did you come with Bo-, Detective Goren?"

"Craig. Indeed I did." Noticing Craig's face turn different shades of red she changes the subject. "So what do you have for us.?"

"uhhh, oh yeah. The coffee mug Bo-, your 'partner' requested, I dustd for fingerprints. Came up empty. Not even a partial. However I did test the coffee and there was cream in it, it was umm just let me find it.."

Turning to his left away from Eames he starts digging through a pile of papers. Knowing Bobby was there, through clenched teeth he whispers. "why didn't you tell me Eames was with you?"

"Smooth. Very smooth. I didn't think it mattered. Why does she bother you?"

Craig frantically continues his search for the correct document, and mumbles, "yes, I mean, no. I mean." out of relief he shouts, "HA! I found it."

Reading from the paper; "The cream is generic and is used at food chains."

"Great. There's only what, a few thousands of em' in New York." Replies Eames

"True, but Jennifer from CSU found this." Craig holds up a evidence bag with an empty container of half and half inside; clearly marked, Caserta Vecchia, NY.

"Did it have any finger prints on it?" ask Eames.

"As a matter of fact Detective. I found a five point match on the thumb print and a partial index finger. I ran it against the system - the thumb print matched a Jasmine Childers and the other print, came up blank."

"What was Ms. Childers picked up for?" chimes Eames.

"Let me guess, prostitution." replies Goren.

Craig shoots Eames a look, of 'how did he know?' Eames looks to her partner for an explanation.

"She's a waitress.there, at the Caserta Vecchia. I've eaten there a couple times. they have excellent veal. She's very confident of her sexuality and self and isn't afraid to flaunt it."

Satisfied with his explanation Eames smiles and points to poor Craig. "I guess he's not used to your 'know it all' air."

Goren rests his hand on Craig's shoulder, "I think that about wraps it up. Right ?"

"Yeah , Yeah that's it." Replies a numb Craig.

As Eames begins walking to the door. Craig grabs Goren arm, "Bobby. Jennifer said something about Friday nights working the best."

"Really. I didn't picture her as T.G.I.F girl."

Eames had made it clear to door before realizing Goren wasn't with; her overheard bits and pieces of the conversation he was having with Craig.

After finishing his chat with Craig. Goren immediately spots Eames by the door and within a few stride is by her side.

"What was that about?" inquires Eames.

"What?" Goren replies dumbly.

"Your little conversation with Craig."

"Oh that. Poker."

"Poker. Huh? Collecting on a debt?" teases Eames.

Not wanting to explore the issue any further Goren puts the focus back on the case. "Hey do want to go for drive?"

"Sure. Where too?"

"How about grabbing some lunch. I'm starved."