I Had A Bad Day
Chapter 2: Goren POV
A/N: This is part 2. I guess you guessed that. Ok, so the italics in the last story didn't work for some reason, so this time they are in *. Am I rambling on? Oh god, I'm that bored?
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters.
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Goren POV
She had a bad day. Poor Eames. Let me tell you from the beginning.
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I was sitting across from her reading through all the notes on the case we had just completed. It was all very interesting, and it took a long time to solve. I think she was filing the witness reports. I would have done it, but it's her job. How come she gets to do it? I WANT A CHANGE TOO! She looked very stressed, and had those wrinkles on her forehead.
"Eames are you ok?" I asked. She looked up and looked slightly alarmed.
"Oh yeah, I'm just fine thanks," she said. I detected a hint of sarcasm, which told me she was pissed off at something. She smiled, and put her head back down to work. I did the same and wrote notes in by zip-up folder. I think it makes me look important, but I get the hint that she doesn't like it. Anyway, so we were both working and I looked up at her. She was going red, and I started to worry about her.
"Are you sure you're ok Eames? You are going red. Are you hot? It is pretty warm in here," he asked. I could put the air conditioner on because I was getting warm myself. She nodded.
"I am ok. Really, fine," she answered. She looked like she was fuming about something and almost snapped her pencil.
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We got a call out to a fresh crime scene. Another day, another case. You know how it is, same stuff, different day. We walked up and saw a bloody mess with a woman lying face up in it. I heard Eames put on her gloves.
"It looks like this poor woman who had her-" and then thump. I turned around to see her lying in a heap on the asphalt.
"Eames?" I said, and then went to her. "Hello?" she was out cold. She was white and pale, and I hoped she wasn't getting sick or something. I looked at all the bystanders.
"Ok, everyone time to go. Come on, go away," I shooed them all away so there was just us and the NYPD. "Can someone look after her for a minute?" I asked as I quickly examined the body, and then covered it up. I went back to Eames and lightly tapped her cheeks. They were so soft. Then she slowly woke up.
"Are you ok?" I asked, still lightly slapping her face. She looked dazed, and then must have remembered what happened. She propped herself up onto her elbows.
"Yeah, I'm ok. Shall we get to work?" she said as I helped her up. She looked surprised that all the bystanders had gone, and relieved the body was covered.
"She was stabbed 10 and had her heart cut out," I filled her in on the situation. "Nobody knows anything." She nodded and looked at the body. She started going pale again, but looked away. She saw I was looking at her and smiled. I smiled back, and then there was that awkward silence. We didn't know where to start. Then another woman with a little boy arrived. The woman was shaking, and tears were welling up in her eyes.
"What happened? Clarice?" she asked as she saw the dead body. "This is my sister's house. Oh my god! Is that her?" she asked horrified.
"If she has brown eyes, black hair half way down her back and a tattoo of angel's wings on her left ankle, then I'm sorry, it's her," I said. I knew that was Eames' job, but she was out, so I had no choice. The little boy let go of his hysterical mother's hand and was drawn to the body. Blood was all over the floor and the knife is sticking out of. Eames walked over to retrieve the little boy while I comforted the poor woman. Then the boy vomited all over Eames. She looked dismayed. I felt so sorry for her. She took her jacket off, and then her top. Luckily, she had a tank top underneath.
"Goren, I'm going home to clean up," she said and headed for the car. She left, and I had to deal with everything.
"Ok, can we get the body out of here, um, photos and all the rest," I said as I examined the scene. I knew Eames would be awhile.
When I had finished, she still wasn't back. I figured she had gone back to the office. We got the scene cleared and headed back to the office. When I arrived, I was surprised to see she wasn't there. I sat down and flipped through my notes on what I found. I was just getting started when Deakins called me.
"What did you find?" he asked. He obviously hadn't noticed the absence of my partner.
"Well there was a woman.dead.and she had her heart cut out. Her sister identified her at the scene," I said. He looked at me oddly, and then looked around.
"Where is your partner?" he asked. I didn't really know myself. She should have been back here by now.
"I don't know. She had to go and she hasn't come back yet," I hesitantly said. Deakins eyes diverted behind me and I turned to see Eames. *Thank god* I thought.
"Where have you been?" Deakins asked. She looked at me annoyed.
"Didn't Mr. Sherlock over here tell you?" she said sarcastically. I shook my head.
"I got vomited on. I had to go home and change," she said, everyone started laughing, except Deakins and I. She looked embarrassed and pissed off. She didn't think it was funny. I looked at her sympathetically. "Well I don't care. I have work to do," she said as we walked to our desks and started working. I went through my notes as before, but she was restless. She was looking for something and getting very frustrated. She got up and walked around, then she saw what she was looking for.
"What happened to my files?" I heard her say. She was talking to Detective Magill. He was stirring his coffee. I hate him, and as far as I know, so does she. She raced to her desk and rummaged through her drawers. When didn't find what she was looking for, she started banging her head on the desk.
"Uh Eames? Ya know that'll make you get a headache," I said. She looked up. Her eyes said 'I don't give a damn'. I sighed.
"I know that. Maybe I'll wake up and it'll all be just one bad dream," she said hopefully, then looked even more depressed when she realised this was real. It was too silent. She needed to take her mind off things.
"I was reading up on this murderer who killed pets. And he sold their parts to the Black-market and - "
"Shit! Bobby!" She shot up, looking alarmed.again.
"What?" I said surprised.
"No, no. Bobby has a vet appointment. What's the time?" she asked hastily picking up her things.
"4:30," he replied.
"Maybe I can still make it. Gotta go! If Deakins asks I'm taking you to the vet," she yelled. Taking me to the vet? Oh, her dog. Well duh, I was smart enough to realise I don't go to a Vet. Deakins came out as he saw her race to the elevator.
"Where is she going?" he asked.
"She has to take her dog to the vet," I told him. He let it go and went back to her desk, only to come back out.
"Did she leave her paperwork with you?" he asked. I looked on my desk.
"No sir. Actually, I think it accidentally got shredded. I'll have it for you by the time I leave today," I said. He waved his hand gesturing he heard me and went back into his office. I looked on Eames' desk for her notes and stared typing away.
It took me until 6:22pm to finish them, but I did it. I figured it would be one less thing she had to worry about.
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I walked down the street filled with lights and shops. I knew Eames lived around here somewhere. I got bored at home and decided to see if she was ok. I had parked my car where I could find a park, and walked the rest of the way. I walked past a bar and looked in. There I saw a familiar body. Eames. She was sitting next to an old man, and a woman in skimpy clothing. I walked in and spoke to the man.
"Can I sit here?" I asked. He looked at me.
"Sure thing. That chic is a hottie. Try and score with her, hey?" he said in a dirty old man voice. I looked at him oddly.
"She is my friend, and she needs cheering up. Speaking of getting lucky, did you happen to see the woman on the other side of her?" I asked the old man. He finished his drink and caught sight of the woman on the other side of Eames. He raised his eyebrows, and walked over to her. After a short exchange of words, they left together and I sat down in the seat next to Eames.
"Beer please," I asked the man behind the bar. "Tough day, hey Eames?" I said.
"How do you know my name?" She said drearily. She didn't even look up. Poor girl looked half asleep.
"Because I am your partner," I said, and then she looked up. She looked at bit sheepish for not recognising me, but the noise was loud.
"Oh. Yeah, it's been a shocker," she said, swirling her drink around before finishing it in one big gulp.
"Must have been bad. You hardly ever drink," I said, taking a sip of my drink.
"Well, lets see. I had a great big pile of work to do, and then it all got shredded. I had no backup, I fainted at the crime scene, I got puked on, my favourite CD got stolen, I was laughed at, I missed Bobby's vet appointment and I missed out on winning a bunch of money," she told me. No wonder she was in a bad mood all day.
"How much?" I asked.
"4.7 million dollars," she said sourly.
"Ouch,"
"Yeah. Oh well," she said and got up from the stool. I finished my drink quickly, paid the man, and followed her out the bar. "I'll take you home," I offered.
"No, that's ok. I can catch a Taxi," she said. I didn't want her to catch a Taxi. Maybe I was just being over-protective, but I didn't want anything happening to her. She could get raped or something.
"No, I insist. Come on," I said and walked her to my. We hopped in and drove in silence. When we pulled up he got out and opened the door.
"You take care of yourself, ok?" I said. "It'll get better tomorrow."
"Thanks. A nice hot shower and a good sleep is in order I think," she replied. She smiled and waved as she walked inside. I sat in the car for a few minutes, and then drove home. I had no idea what to do, so I sat on the couch and stared out the window. I decided I should get a fish tank. They swim around and are quite relaxing, well so I'm told.
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Boredom had led me to watching Temptation Island. I couldn't understand why they knowingly endangered their relationships, and then when they did go under, they cry and complain. I looked at the clock. 9:47pm. I looked at the phone, then back at the TV. I was debating whether to call her or not. * Stuff it * I thought and called her. It rang out to her answering machine.
"This is Alex. Leave a message and you phone number and I'll get back to ya."
"Hey Eames, it's Goren. Just calling to cheer you up. I guess you're taking that long hot shower you deserve right now, so, uh; I'll leave you to it. Oh, and don't worry about all that paperwork you lost today because I did it all for you when you left. See you tomorrow; hopefully it'll be a better day. Have a good night." I hung up and turned the TV off. Time for bed. I got undressed and got under the covers. It was ages before I went to sleep because I couldn't stop thinking of her.
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There you go. Her very, extremely, horrible bad day, which I hope doesn't happen again for a very long time.
A/N: This is part 2. I guess you guessed that. Ok, so the italics in the last story didn't work for some reason, so this time they are in *. Am I rambling on? Oh god, I'm that bored?
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters.
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Goren POV
She had a bad day. Poor Eames. Let me tell you from the beginning.
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I was sitting across from her reading through all the notes on the case we had just completed. It was all very interesting, and it took a long time to solve. I think she was filing the witness reports. I would have done it, but it's her job. How come she gets to do it? I WANT A CHANGE TOO! She looked very stressed, and had those wrinkles on her forehead.
"Eames are you ok?" I asked. She looked up and looked slightly alarmed.
"Oh yeah, I'm just fine thanks," she said. I detected a hint of sarcasm, which told me she was pissed off at something. She smiled, and put her head back down to work. I did the same and wrote notes in by zip-up folder. I think it makes me look important, but I get the hint that she doesn't like it. Anyway, so we were both working and I looked up at her. She was going red, and I started to worry about her.
"Are you sure you're ok Eames? You are going red. Are you hot? It is pretty warm in here," he asked. I could put the air conditioner on because I was getting warm myself. She nodded.
"I am ok. Really, fine," she answered. She looked like she was fuming about something and almost snapped her pencil.
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We got a call out to a fresh crime scene. Another day, another case. You know how it is, same stuff, different day. We walked up and saw a bloody mess with a woman lying face up in it. I heard Eames put on her gloves.
"It looks like this poor woman who had her-" and then thump. I turned around to see her lying in a heap on the asphalt.
"Eames?" I said, and then went to her. "Hello?" she was out cold. She was white and pale, and I hoped she wasn't getting sick or something. I looked at all the bystanders.
"Ok, everyone time to go. Come on, go away," I shooed them all away so there was just us and the NYPD. "Can someone look after her for a minute?" I asked as I quickly examined the body, and then covered it up. I went back to Eames and lightly tapped her cheeks. They were so soft. Then she slowly woke up.
"Are you ok?" I asked, still lightly slapping her face. She looked dazed, and then must have remembered what happened. She propped herself up onto her elbows.
"Yeah, I'm ok. Shall we get to work?" she said as I helped her up. She looked surprised that all the bystanders had gone, and relieved the body was covered.
"She was stabbed 10 and had her heart cut out," I filled her in on the situation. "Nobody knows anything." She nodded and looked at the body. She started going pale again, but looked away. She saw I was looking at her and smiled. I smiled back, and then there was that awkward silence. We didn't know where to start. Then another woman with a little boy arrived. The woman was shaking, and tears were welling up in her eyes.
"What happened? Clarice?" she asked as she saw the dead body. "This is my sister's house. Oh my god! Is that her?" she asked horrified.
"If she has brown eyes, black hair half way down her back and a tattoo of angel's wings on her left ankle, then I'm sorry, it's her," I said. I knew that was Eames' job, but she was out, so I had no choice. The little boy let go of his hysterical mother's hand and was drawn to the body. Blood was all over the floor and the knife is sticking out of. Eames walked over to retrieve the little boy while I comforted the poor woman. Then the boy vomited all over Eames. She looked dismayed. I felt so sorry for her. She took her jacket off, and then her top. Luckily, she had a tank top underneath.
"Goren, I'm going home to clean up," she said and headed for the car. She left, and I had to deal with everything.
"Ok, can we get the body out of here, um, photos and all the rest," I said as I examined the scene. I knew Eames would be awhile.
When I had finished, she still wasn't back. I figured she had gone back to the office. We got the scene cleared and headed back to the office. When I arrived, I was surprised to see she wasn't there. I sat down and flipped through my notes on what I found. I was just getting started when Deakins called me.
"What did you find?" he asked. He obviously hadn't noticed the absence of my partner.
"Well there was a woman.dead.and she had her heart cut out. Her sister identified her at the scene," I said. He looked at me oddly, and then looked around.
"Where is your partner?" he asked. I didn't really know myself. She should have been back here by now.
"I don't know. She had to go and she hasn't come back yet," I hesitantly said. Deakins eyes diverted behind me and I turned to see Eames. *Thank god* I thought.
"Where have you been?" Deakins asked. She looked at me annoyed.
"Didn't Mr. Sherlock over here tell you?" she said sarcastically. I shook my head.
"I got vomited on. I had to go home and change," she said, everyone started laughing, except Deakins and I. She looked embarrassed and pissed off. She didn't think it was funny. I looked at her sympathetically. "Well I don't care. I have work to do," she said as we walked to our desks and started working. I went through my notes as before, but she was restless. She was looking for something and getting very frustrated. She got up and walked around, then she saw what she was looking for.
"What happened to my files?" I heard her say. She was talking to Detective Magill. He was stirring his coffee. I hate him, and as far as I know, so does she. She raced to her desk and rummaged through her drawers. When didn't find what she was looking for, she started banging her head on the desk.
"Uh Eames? Ya know that'll make you get a headache," I said. She looked up. Her eyes said 'I don't give a damn'. I sighed.
"I know that. Maybe I'll wake up and it'll all be just one bad dream," she said hopefully, then looked even more depressed when she realised this was real. It was too silent. She needed to take her mind off things.
"I was reading up on this murderer who killed pets. And he sold their parts to the Black-market and - "
"Shit! Bobby!" She shot up, looking alarmed.again.
"What?" I said surprised.
"No, no. Bobby has a vet appointment. What's the time?" she asked hastily picking up her things.
"4:30," he replied.
"Maybe I can still make it. Gotta go! If Deakins asks I'm taking you to the vet," she yelled. Taking me to the vet? Oh, her dog. Well duh, I was smart enough to realise I don't go to a Vet. Deakins came out as he saw her race to the elevator.
"Where is she going?" he asked.
"She has to take her dog to the vet," I told him. He let it go and went back to her desk, only to come back out.
"Did she leave her paperwork with you?" he asked. I looked on my desk.
"No sir. Actually, I think it accidentally got shredded. I'll have it for you by the time I leave today," I said. He waved his hand gesturing he heard me and went back into his office. I looked on Eames' desk for her notes and stared typing away.
It took me until 6:22pm to finish them, but I did it. I figured it would be one less thing she had to worry about.
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I walked down the street filled with lights and shops. I knew Eames lived around here somewhere. I got bored at home and decided to see if she was ok. I had parked my car where I could find a park, and walked the rest of the way. I walked past a bar and looked in. There I saw a familiar body. Eames. She was sitting next to an old man, and a woman in skimpy clothing. I walked in and spoke to the man.
"Can I sit here?" I asked. He looked at me.
"Sure thing. That chic is a hottie. Try and score with her, hey?" he said in a dirty old man voice. I looked at him oddly.
"She is my friend, and she needs cheering up. Speaking of getting lucky, did you happen to see the woman on the other side of her?" I asked the old man. He finished his drink and caught sight of the woman on the other side of Eames. He raised his eyebrows, and walked over to her. After a short exchange of words, they left together and I sat down in the seat next to Eames.
"Beer please," I asked the man behind the bar. "Tough day, hey Eames?" I said.
"How do you know my name?" She said drearily. She didn't even look up. Poor girl looked half asleep.
"Because I am your partner," I said, and then she looked up. She looked at bit sheepish for not recognising me, but the noise was loud.
"Oh. Yeah, it's been a shocker," she said, swirling her drink around before finishing it in one big gulp.
"Must have been bad. You hardly ever drink," I said, taking a sip of my drink.
"Well, lets see. I had a great big pile of work to do, and then it all got shredded. I had no backup, I fainted at the crime scene, I got puked on, my favourite CD got stolen, I was laughed at, I missed Bobby's vet appointment and I missed out on winning a bunch of money," she told me. No wonder she was in a bad mood all day.
"How much?" I asked.
"4.7 million dollars," she said sourly.
"Ouch,"
"Yeah. Oh well," she said and got up from the stool. I finished my drink quickly, paid the man, and followed her out the bar. "I'll take you home," I offered.
"No, that's ok. I can catch a Taxi," she said. I didn't want her to catch a Taxi. Maybe I was just being over-protective, but I didn't want anything happening to her. She could get raped or something.
"No, I insist. Come on," I said and walked her to my. We hopped in and drove in silence. When we pulled up he got out and opened the door.
"You take care of yourself, ok?" I said. "It'll get better tomorrow."
"Thanks. A nice hot shower and a good sleep is in order I think," she replied. She smiled and waved as she walked inside. I sat in the car for a few minutes, and then drove home. I had no idea what to do, so I sat on the couch and stared out the window. I decided I should get a fish tank. They swim around and are quite relaxing, well so I'm told.
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Boredom had led me to watching Temptation Island. I couldn't understand why they knowingly endangered their relationships, and then when they did go under, they cry and complain. I looked at the clock. 9:47pm. I looked at the phone, then back at the TV. I was debating whether to call her or not. * Stuff it * I thought and called her. It rang out to her answering machine.
"This is Alex. Leave a message and you phone number and I'll get back to ya."
"Hey Eames, it's Goren. Just calling to cheer you up. I guess you're taking that long hot shower you deserve right now, so, uh; I'll leave you to it. Oh, and don't worry about all that paperwork you lost today because I did it all for you when you left. See you tomorrow; hopefully it'll be a better day. Have a good night." I hung up and turned the TV off. Time for bed. I got undressed and got under the covers. It was ages before I went to sleep because I couldn't stop thinking of her.
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There you go. Her very, extremely, horrible bad day, which I hope doesn't happen again for a very long time.