Hide and Seek
Chapter 7: Turned
A/N: Hello!! I know I said it was the end, but I have an ending. The only thing it the storyline has changed a bit
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters.
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Eames leaned back in her chair. The new issue of CLEO was out and it had some great articles this month. Goren sat reading up on his new favourite topic.Pygmy Marmosets. He never knew little creatures could be so damn cute.
"These things are tiny ya know. They are about as big as your finger," he said from behind his book. Eames peeked over her magazine.
"Why is that of any relevance to me?" she asked. He peeked over his book and met her eyes.
"I just thought you'd like to know. Hey, is that Cameron Diaz on the cover?" he asked, suddenly more interested in the movie star. Eames looked on the cover.
"Yep. I'd kill to be her height," she said. Goren shook his head.
"You're the right height. Perfect for your body," he complimented. She smiled back.
"Detective Eames!" Deakins called out. She put the magazine down and headed to his office. She emerged holding a huge bunch of flowers.
"Wow. It isn't your birthday is it?" he asked, half panicking that he'd missed it.
"No, there isn't even a note. Begonia, Monkshood, Tamarisk and Marigold. A strange mix," Eames said, admiring the pretty flowers. Goren, on the other hand looked more serious.
"It doesn't need a note. Begonia means beware, Monkshood means a deadly foe is near, Tamarisk means Crime and Marigold means cruelty." Goren paused to think about the hidden message these flowers brought. Eames looked horrified at the once pretty bouquet. Now all she saw was a deadly mix of weeds. She took them and threw them in the bin.
"I'm going home, it's late," she said as she gathered her belongings and walked into the elevator.
"But it is only 4:30pm!" Goren called after her, but she didn't hear. He didn't think twice about racing after her. She could be in trouble. He caught up to her in the car park.
"Alex, wait!" he yelled. She turned around.
"Goren, what are you doing?" she asked.
"I don't want you going home alone," he said, concerned. She smiled. It was sweet of him to care.
"I'll be fine. Thanks," she said, held his hand to calm him and hopped into her car. He watched her drive away, still worried about not seeing her the next day. He tried to shake the thoughts out of his head; after all, she was a big girl now.
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Next Day
Goren was early for work the next morning, and waited for his partner to arrive. Finally, she arrived, on time. She happily walked across the floor to meet her partner, only to find him with his head resting on a clenched fist and looking very worried.
"Hey, I'm here. No need to worry," she said. He looked at her.
"It isn't about that," she said as he leant over the side of his desk and lifted up a bunch of flowers - the same flowers as the day before. Eames' jaw dropped.
"Another bunch?" she said surprised.
"Yep, all the same kinds, and with no note. This is getting serious," he said as he watched her sit down. She sighed.
"It may be just a practical joke. Someone who knows his or her flowers," she said, hoping he would listen. Phillip was in jail and so was Collins, and they were the only ones who killed the women. "Nobody else is connected with the murders, so it must be someone joking."
"But how do you know? They could be communicating with someone on the outside and they could be doing this," he said, standing up and walking behind her. "He could be right under our noses," he whispered into her ear. She turned her head and looked at him.
"I think you are making a big deal out of nothing, but if it makes you feel better we'll get a hold of the security tapes from the jail. Ok?" she said as he backed off, nodding. "You are really freaking me out. It is just an irrational fear," she said as he sat back down and rubbed his forehead.
"I know. I'm sorry. Can we get those pics now?" he asked anxiously. She nodded, and they walked out.
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The jail was cold and grey, just how it should be. Eames hated jails. They asked at the desk to see the tapes and they sent them to another room - who then sent them to another room - who sent them to another room. When they finally arrived the little man with the glasses gave them the tapes.
"Here you go," he said. Goren nodded in thanks and headed over to the TV. His eyes darted around the room. She saw still there. The air seemed funny, and he started coughing.
"You ok?" Eames asked.
"Can I have some water?" he said between fits. She nodded and raced off. He waited until she was gone and started looking at the tapes. He didn't want her to see. When he finally found what he was looking for, he took the tape. He didn't want to hurt her.
"Here you go," she said as she came back and handed him the Styrofoam cup. He gulped it down and breathed in deeply. They sat there for ages looking through, but they found nobody talking to either of the men. They walked down the hall to leave the jail, Goren looking disappointed, but Eames relaxed.
"See. It is just a coincidence," she said coolly. He nodded.
"Maybe. Hey you go ahead, I have to call someone," he said, and stopped at a payphone. Eames nodded and left Goren alone.
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When they finally got back to the office Eames was met with a surprise.
"Oh my.where did all these come from?" she said. Goren looked at all the flowers covering her desk. All the same kind, all without notes. "This is getting serious. Who is doing this?" she said, flopping into her seat. Goren shrugged.
"We can see tomorrow. It is 5:30, I'm going home," he said and hurriedly left Eames with her bunches of flowers. She sighed and ran her fingers through her hair. Then she noticed a sticker. Kent's Florist. Maybe that'd hold some clues.
A/N: Hello!! I know I said it was the end, but I have an ending. The only thing it the storyline has changed a bit
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters.
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Eames leaned back in her chair. The new issue of CLEO was out and it had some great articles this month. Goren sat reading up on his new favourite topic.Pygmy Marmosets. He never knew little creatures could be so damn cute.
"These things are tiny ya know. They are about as big as your finger," he said from behind his book. Eames peeked over her magazine.
"Why is that of any relevance to me?" she asked. He peeked over his book and met her eyes.
"I just thought you'd like to know. Hey, is that Cameron Diaz on the cover?" he asked, suddenly more interested in the movie star. Eames looked on the cover.
"Yep. I'd kill to be her height," she said. Goren shook his head.
"You're the right height. Perfect for your body," he complimented. She smiled back.
"Detective Eames!" Deakins called out. She put the magazine down and headed to his office. She emerged holding a huge bunch of flowers.
"Wow. It isn't your birthday is it?" he asked, half panicking that he'd missed it.
"No, there isn't even a note. Begonia, Monkshood, Tamarisk and Marigold. A strange mix," Eames said, admiring the pretty flowers. Goren, on the other hand looked more serious.
"It doesn't need a note. Begonia means beware, Monkshood means a deadly foe is near, Tamarisk means Crime and Marigold means cruelty." Goren paused to think about the hidden message these flowers brought. Eames looked horrified at the once pretty bouquet. Now all she saw was a deadly mix of weeds. She took them and threw them in the bin.
"I'm going home, it's late," she said as she gathered her belongings and walked into the elevator.
"But it is only 4:30pm!" Goren called after her, but she didn't hear. He didn't think twice about racing after her. She could be in trouble. He caught up to her in the car park.
"Alex, wait!" he yelled. She turned around.
"Goren, what are you doing?" she asked.
"I don't want you going home alone," he said, concerned. She smiled. It was sweet of him to care.
"I'll be fine. Thanks," she said, held his hand to calm him and hopped into her car. He watched her drive away, still worried about not seeing her the next day. He tried to shake the thoughts out of his head; after all, she was a big girl now.
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Next Day
Goren was early for work the next morning, and waited for his partner to arrive. Finally, she arrived, on time. She happily walked across the floor to meet her partner, only to find him with his head resting on a clenched fist and looking very worried.
"Hey, I'm here. No need to worry," she said. He looked at her.
"It isn't about that," she said as he leant over the side of his desk and lifted up a bunch of flowers - the same flowers as the day before. Eames' jaw dropped.
"Another bunch?" she said surprised.
"Yep, all the same kinds, and with no note. This is getting serious," he said as he watched her sit down. She sighed.
"It may be just a practical joke. Someone who knows his or her flowers," she said, hoping he would listen. Phillip was in jail and so was Collins, and they were the only ones who killed the women. "Nobody else is connected with the murders, so it must be someone joking."
"But how do you know? They could be communicating with someone on the outside and they could be doing this," he said, standing up and walking behind her. "He could be right under our noses," he whispered into her ear. She turned her head and looked at him.
"I think you are making a big deal out of nothing, but if it makes you feel better we'll get a hold of the security tapes from the jail. Ok?" she said as he backed off, nodding. "You are really freaking me out. It is just an irrational fear," she said as he sat back down and rubbed his forehead.
"I know. I'm sorry. Can we get those pics now?" he asked anxiously. She nodded, and they walked out.
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The jail was cold and grey, just how it should be. Eames hated jails. They asked at the desk to see the tapes and they sent them to another room - who then sent them to another room - who sent them to another room. When they finally arrived the little man with the glasses gave them the tapes.
"Here you go," he said. Goren nodded in thanks and headed over to the TV. His eyes darted around the room. She saw still there. The air seemed funny, and he started coughing.
"You ok?" Eames asked.
"Can I have some water?" he said between fits. She nodded and raced off. He waited until she was gone and started looking at the tapes. He didn't want her to see. When he finally found what he was looking for, he took the tape. He didn't want to hurt her.
"Here you go," she said as she came back and handed him the Styrofoam cup. He gulped it down and breathed in deeply. They sat there for ages looking through, but they found nobody talking to either of the men. They walked down the hall to leave the jail, Goren looking disappointed, but Eames relaxed.
"See. It is just a coincidence," she said coolly. He nodded.
"Maybe. Hey you go ahead, I have to call someone," he said, and stopped at a payphone. Eames nodded and left Goren alone.
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When they finally got back to the office Eames was met with a surprise.
"Oh my.where did all these come from?" she said. Goren looked at all the flowers covering her desk. All the same kind, all without notes. "This is getting serious. Who is doing this?" she said, flopping into her seat. Goren shrugged.
"We can see tomorrow. It is 5:30, I'm going home," he said and hurriedly left Eames with her bunches of flowers. She sighed and ran her fingers through her hair. Then she noticed a sticker. Kent's Florist. Maybe that'd hold some clues.