Hide and Seek
Chapter 8: Taken
A/N: I realise it may be a crappy ending, but here it goes.
Disclaimer: I don't own these people
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Eames decided to visit the florist instead of call. Hopefully they wouldn't be shut. She was in luck because they didn't close until 7pm on a Wednesday.
"I'm detective Eames. I was wondering if you could help me with something," she said to the little old lady behind the counter.
"Sure. What can I do for you dear?"
"Can you tell me who sent a bunch of flowers?" she asked. The lady nodded.
"If you can tell me the types of flowers that'll narrow it down."
"Ok, um, Begonia, Monkshood, Tamarisk and Marigold." She said. The lady looked surprised.
"Oh dear. Not a very good mix," she said.
"I know. I need to know the number of who sent them. They didn't have a name."
"Ok. I can check on the computer here. It is a private number. I think it is a payphone," she said. Eames nodded.
"Thankyou," she said and headed out the door. She walked down the street to where her car was parked and it suddenly dawned on her. Goren had used a payphone, which was strange because he had his mobile in his pocket. It couldn't have been him, could it?
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Eames headed to his apartment. She knocked on his door, thinking through what she was going to say. He answered it and looked very surprised.
"Eames? What are you doing here?" he asked.
"I just got out of work and I thought I'd come by and say thanks for worrying about me. It just shows to me that you care," she said. He nodded. There was silence between them, and then Goren remembered his manners.
"Do you want to come in?" he asked.
"Oh, no thanks. I have to get going. Have a good night," she said as she left. It couldn't be him. He was her partner, her best friend.
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The next day, he beat her to work again. More flowers on her desk and Goren looking worried.
"More? Gees, when will they stop?" she said frustrated. Goren mumbled something, but she didn't hear it. Deakins called Goren into his office, and Eames took the opportunity to look in his desk. He usually kept it locked, but for some reason it wasn't. She quickly searched through the top one, and then the middle, and it was there that she found a video. She took it and put it into her desk.
"We have a suspect coming in I have to question. Are you coming?" he said when he came back out. She shook her head.
"I have a tonne of work to do. You go ahead," she said, and he raced off. She quickly found somewhere to play the tape and popped it into the VCR. She sat intently and watched. She saw nothing and then Goren entered the screen. Was it Goren? She looked more closely. It was he for sure. She couldn't miss the suit, patterned tie and unshaven face. She couldn't believe he would do it. But why? She took the video and stormed to the interrogation room he was in. He had just finished with the suspect and she went in and slammed the door behind her. He looked up from the files he was gathering in surprise.
"Eames, what are you doing?" he asked surprised.
"I'd like to ask you the same thing. What's this?" she asked throwing the tape on the table. He looked at it confused.
"I don't."
"It's a security tape Goren. One I found in your desk. With you talking to Phillip. What the hell are you up to?" she asked. He sat down, looking innocent and shocked.
"I'm not up to anything. Why would you think that?" he asked.
"Don't you lie to me. I went to the Florist yesterday, the same one those flowers are coming from. The lady traced the call to a payphone. You used a payphone yesterday, even though you had your mobile with you. And this tape has you talking to Phillip. What are you doing?" She was angry and upset that he could do this. Goren stood up.
"I'm not in this, ok. It is all just a big mistake. I ran out of credit on my phone, and I had to question Phil. All can be explained," he said.
"No, no. That isn't right. The government pays for our phone at work. We are on a plan. And I don't think you had to question him at 10:24pm. What are you hiding? Are you trying to kill me?" she accused. He stood up from his chair.
"So what if I was? Lets say for arguments sake I was? Why would I do it?" he asked, hands waving about. Eames was silent for a minute.
"Because you are slipping every day. After all, you are the same age your mother was. And you are more influenced by what people tell you to do. Anything to stop it. Don't deny it Bobby, you know it is true." It was painful for her to say it. He just looked at her.
"No, it isn't true. I am the best goddamn detective this city has. I don't need to kill you," he said, walking about the room. Eames just stood in one place as the horrible truth came to light.
"You are the best detective Bobby. But you are also the criminal's best friend. He knew about you. He knew you could be swayed to do things easily. That's why he asked you to kill me. You are the one who sent the flowers. You were always at work early to make sure I got them. You knew what each flower meant. You knew me." She bowed her head as a tear fell down her cheek. Silence. She knew all too well he was only thinking of a way to get around it. He threw his head back and looked at the ceiling. He laughed. It wasn't the usual Goren laugh, but the laugh of a new man. A devilish laugh. A schizophrenic laugh. He pulled out his gun and fired at her. Luckily it missed, but it was enough for her to be forced to do the unthinkable.
"Robert Goren, you are under arrest for the attempted murder of Alexandra Eames," she said as she cuffed him. He didn't struggle, just smiled. Other detectives raced in to get him, and she just sat and cried. It had finally happened. Just when she thought she was safe from Phillip and Collins, he had to start. They swayed him to do things he knew he didn't want to, but the voices told him to. Deakins heard what had gone on and he came to comfort her. He'd noticed something odd about him over the past few weeks, but he had no idea this was it.
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When she arrived home there was another bunch of flowers on her doorstep. Azaleas, Cyclamen, purple Hyacinth and Red Roses. There was even a note this time.
Azaleas for take care of yourself for me. Cyclamen for goodbye. Purple Hyacinth for please for give me. Red Rose for Love.
A/N: I realise it may be a crappy ending, but here it goes.
Disclaimer: I don't own these people
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Eames decided to visit the florist instead of call. Hopefully they wouldn't be shut. She was in luck because they didn't close until 7pm on a Wednesday.
"I'm detective Eames. I was wondering if you could help me with something," she said to the little old lady behind the counter.
"Sure. What can I do for you dear?"
"Can you tell me who sent a bunch of flowers?" she asked. The lady nodded.
"If you can tell me the types of flowers that'll narrow it down."
"Ok, um, Begonia, Monkshood, Tamarisk and Marigold." She said. The lady looked surprised.
"Oh dear. Not a very good mix," she said.
"I know. I need to know the number of who sent them. They didn't have a name."
"Ok. I can check on the computer here. It is a private number. I think it is a payphone," she said. Eames nodded.
"Thankyou," she said and headed out the door. She walked down the street to where her car was parked and it suddenly dawned on her. Goren had used a payphone, which was strange because he had his mobile in his pocket. It couldn't have been him, could it?
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Eames headed to his apartment. She knocked on his door, thinking through what she was going to say. He answered it and looked very surprised.
"Eames? What are you doing here?" he asked.
"I just got out of work and I thought I'd come by and say thanks for worrying about me. It just shows to me that you care," she said. He nodded. There was silence between them, and then Goren remembered his manners.
"Do you want to come in?" he asked.
"Oh, no thanks. I have to get going. Have a good night," she said as she left. It couldn't be him. He was her partner, her best friend.
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The next day, he beat her to work again. More flowers on her desk and Goren looking worried.
"More? Gees, when will they stop?" she said frustrated. Goren mumbled something, but she didn't hear it. Deakins called Goren into his office, and Eames took the opportunity to look in his desk. He usually kept it locked, but for some reason it wasn't. She quickly searched through the top one, and then the middle, and it was there that she found a video. She took it and put it into her desk.
"We have a suspect coming in I have to question. Are you coming?" he said when he came back out. She shook her head.
"I have a tonne of work to do. You go ahead," she said, and he raced off. She quickly found somewhere to play the tape and popped it into the VCR. She sat intently and watched. She saw nothing and then Goren entered the screen. Was it Goren? She looked more closely. It was he for sure. She couldn't miss the suit, patterned tie and unshaven face. She couldn't believe he would do it. But why? She took the video and stormed to the interrogation room he was in. He had just finished with the suspect and she went in and slammed the door behind her. He looked up from the files he was gathering in surprise.
"Eames, what are you doing?" he asked surprised.
"I'd like to ask you the same thing. What's this?" she asked throwing the tape on the table. He looked at it confused.
"I don't."
"It's a security tape Goren. One I found in your desk. With you talking to Phillip. What the hell are you up to?" she asked. He sat down, looking innocent and shocked.
"I'm not up to anything. Why would you think that?" he asked.
"Don't you lie to me. I went to the Florist yesterday, the same one those flowers are coming from. The lady traced the call to a payphone. You used a payphone yesterday, even though you had your mobile with you. And this tape has you talking to Phillip. What are you doing?" She was angry and upset that he could do this. Goren stood up.
"I'm not in this, ok. It is all just a big mistake. I ran out of credit on my phone, and I had to question Phil. All can be explained," he said.
"No, no. That isn't right. The government pays for our phone at work. We are on a plan. And I don't think you had to question him at 10:24pm. What are you hiding? Are you trying to kill me?" she accused. He stood up from his chair.
"So what if I was? Lets say for arguments sake I was? Why would I do it?" he asked, hands waving about. Eames was silent for a minute.
"Because you are slipping every day. After all, you are the same age your mother was. And you are more influenced by what people tell you to do. Anything to stop it. Don't deny it Bobby, you know it is true." It was painful for her to say it. He just looked at her.
"No, it isn't true. I am the best goddamn detective this city has. I don't need to kill you," he said, walking about the room. Eames just stood in one place as the horrible truth came to light.
"You are the best detective Bobby. But you are also the criminal's best friend. He knew about you. He knew you could be swayed to do things easily. That's why he asked you to kill me. You are the one who sent the flowers. You were always at work early to make sure I got them. You knew what each flower meant. You knew me." She bowed her head as a tear fell down her cheek. Silence. She knew all too well he was only thinking of a way to get around it. He threw his head back and looked at the ceiling. He laughed. It wasn't the usual Goren laugh, but the laugh of a new man. A devilish laugh. A schizophrenic laugh. He pulled out his gun and fired at her. Luckily it missed, but it was enough for her to be forced to do the unthinkable.
"Robert Goren, you are under arrest for the attempted murder of Alexandra Eames," she said as she cuffed him. He didn't struggle, just smiled. Other detectives raced in to get him, and she just sat and cried. It had finally happened. Just when she thought she was safe from Phillip and Collins, he had to start. They swayed him to do things he knew he didn't want to, but the voices told him to. Deakins heard what had gone on and he came to comfort her. He'd noticed something odd about him over the past few weeks, but he had no idea this was it.
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When she arrived home there was another bunch of flowers on her doorstep. Azaleas, Cyclamen, purple Hyacinth and Red Roses. There was even a note this time.
Azaleas for take care of yourself for me. Cyclamen for goodbye. Purple Hyacinth for please for give me. Red Rose for Love.