Piano Man
Chapter 4: You got us feelin' alright
A/N: Final chapter
Disclaimer: I don't own them
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Yannis Olger sat in the interrogation room outraged that he, a great pianist, was being held responsible for murder.
"So what evidence do you have against me?" he demanded.
"So touchy. Well we have one torn jacket, that you wore," Goren said, laying down the jacket. Yannis shrugged.
"So? What is the point?"
"We found the torn part in a pool of Luc's blood," Goren said.
"Now how it got there we don't know - unless you were there when he was murdered," Eames finished his sentence. It was good the way they complimented each other, and could finish sentences. It usually freaked the suspect out.
"Well I don't know what you are talking about. I couldn't have done it," he argued. Goren sighed. He knew this guy was tough. Then he had an idea. He shone the light into his right eye, and just as he had predicted to Eames earlier, Yannis shielded his eyes with his right hand.
"What are you doing?" Yannis exclaimed.
"Proving a point. Do you see the rip on the sleeve right there? On the right cuff?" Goren pointed out. Yannis nodded. "You just shielded your eye with your right hand. So what, when the stage light shone into your eye you lifted it up and Luc tore it off? Or did it catch on something? Maybe when you were dumping the body inside the piano it got caught on a string and it fell through onto the floor. You tell me," Goren said, glaring at him with his strong, dark eyes.
"I couldn't tell you. I wouldn't know. I ripped that jacked when I got it caught when I was moving the piano," he said.
"You have roadies to do that for you. Anyway, the piece of cloth matches your coat, which proves you had to be there," Eames said. It was now her turn to play.
"Maybe someone stole my jacket."
"No, I don't think so. The label says custom made. For you. I guess you need the arm room. Just tell us what happened and we'll be nice," she said.
"You hated him, didn't you? He was so young and talented. You weren't much older though. Why not you? You were more experienced," Goren interrogated.
"It isn't true. I was proud of him."
"Greed. You wanted to be in the spotlight, and you knew Luc wouldn't leave. And there was no way he was going to get kicked out." Goren was just getting warmed up. Yannis had to snap sooner or later.
"Not true. I never wanted to be first man." Yannis was getting hot as anger boiled up inside him.
"If only you could get rid of him. If only there was a way," Goren continued. He saw he was just about to burst.
"It was perfect! Nobody saw, or suspected a thing. I deserved that place more than he did. I worked harder to get there and - "
"Now you've blown it all away. Good luck in the jail talent contest. I'm sure you'll do just fine," Goren said as Yannis was taken away. He yelled and kicked, but it did no use. The detectives smiled at each other.
"Another case well solved," Eames said.
"And to you. As much as I'd love to stay and chat I have a date," Goren said as they walked back to their desks and packed up their things. Eames looked surprised and suspicious.
"Ooh really? Who is it?" she asked.
"Secret. I'll see ya tomorrow," he said as he bounced to the elevator. She stood dumbfounded at the thought of her partner having a date. It rarely happened, and it seemed like a shock. She shook herself out of the trance she seemed to be in and walked to her car. It wasn't like she cared anyway.was it?
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She felt like going out tonight. She had a beautiful knee-length purple dress with a black lace overdress, and she looked good. With diamond drop earrings and choker, she looked damn fine. With her make-up and dazzling smile, she was drop dead gorgeous. She grabbed her bag and walked out the door. The case had left a mark on her, something she couldn't put her finger on. She walked past a classy restaurant lit with candles and saw a shiny black piano with a woman in a blue dress playing. Perfect. She walked in and to her surprise saw Goren sitting at a table right next to the platform where the piano was. He looked lonely, so she walked to him.
"I thought you had a date?" she said. He looked up at her. Was that his partner? She didn't look like the usual Eames. He sighed.
"She stood me up," he said sadly.
"Who would do that to a nice guy like you?" she said trying to cheer him up.
"I don't know. Do you have a date you weren't telling me about?" he said looing her up and down once again.
"No. I just wanted to get out," she said smiling.
"Well 'ya do now. Sit down Alex," he invited her. She smiled even more, and sat in the vacant chair.
"Ever since that case I just felt like I had to come and listen like I used to," Goren said as he intently listened to the flowing music.
"Me too. So I take it you haven't eaten then?" Eames asked. Goren shook his head.
"No. Shall we order something?" he asked. She nodded and picked up a menu.
"I think the - "
"Caesar Chicken Pasta sounds good," Goren jumped in. Eames looked at him and smiled.
"That's what I was going to say," she said. He smiled. It was good the way they complimented each other, and could finish each other's sentences.
A/N: Final chapter
Disclaimer: I don't own them
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Yannis Olger sat in the interrogation room outraged that he, a great pianist, was being held responsible for murder.
"So what evidence do you have against me?" he demanded.
"So touchy. Well we have one torn jacket, that you wore," Goren said, laying down the jacket. Yannis shrugged.
"So? What is the point?"
"We found the torn part in a pool of Luc's blood," Goren said.
"Now how it got there we don't know - unless you were there when he was murdered," Eames finished his sentence. It was good the way they complimented each other, and could finish sentences. It usually freaked the suspect out.
"Well I don't know what you are talking about. I couldn't have done it," he argued. Goren sighed. He knew this guy was tough. Then he had an idea. He shone the light into his right eye, and just as he had predicted to Eames earlier, Yannis shielded his eyes with his right hand.
"What are you doing?" Yannis exclaimed.
"Proving a point. Do you see the rip on the sleeve right there? On the right cuff?" Goren pointed out. Yannis nodded. "You just shielded your eye with your right hand. So what, when the stage light shone into your eye you lifted it up and Luc tore it off? Or did it catch on something? Maybe when you were dumping the body inside the piano it got caught on a string and it fell through onto the floor. You tell me," Goren said, glaring at him with his strong, dark eyes.
"I couldn't tell you. I wouldn't know. I ripped that jacked when I got it caught when I was moving the piano," he said.
"You have roadies to do that for you. Anyway, the piece of cloth matches your coat, which proves you had to be there," Eames said. It was now her turn to play.
"Maybe someone stole my jacket."
"No, I don't think so. The label says custom made. For you. I guess you need the arm room. Just tell us what happened and we'll be nice," she said.
"You hated him, didn't you? He was so young and talented. You weren't much older though. Why not you? You were more experienced," Goren interrogated.
"It isn't true. I was proud of him."
"Greed. You wanted to be in the spotlight, and you knew Luc wouldn't leave. And there was no way he was going to get kicked out." Goren was just getting warmed up. Yannis had to snap sooner or later.
"Not true. I never wanted to be first man." Yannis was getting hot as anger boiled up inside him.
"If only you could get rid of him. If only there was a way," Goren continued. He saw he was just about to burst.
"It was perfect! Nobody saw, or suspected a thing. I deserved that place more than he did. I worked harder to get there and - "
"Now you've blown it all away. Good luck in the jail talent contest. I'm sure you'll do just fine," Goren said as Yannis was taken away. He yelled and kicked, but it did no use. The detectives smiled at each other.
"Another case well solved," Eames said.
"And to you. As much as I'd love to stay and chat I have a date," Goren said as they walked back to their desks and packed up their things. Eames looked surprised and suspicious.
"Ooh really? Who is it?" she asked.
"Secret. I'll see ya tomorrow," he said as he bounced to the elevator. She stood dumbfounded at the thought of her partner having a date. It rarely happened, and it seemed like a shock. She shook herself out of the trance she seemed to be in and walked to her car. It wasn't like she cared anyway.was it?
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She felt like going out tonight. She had a beautiful knee-length purple dress with a black lace overdress, and she looked good. With diamond drop earrings and choker, she looked damn fine. With her make-up and dazzling smile, she was drop dead gorgeous. She grabbed her bag and walked out the door. The case had left a mark on her, something she couldn't put her finger on. She walked past a classy restaurant lit with candles and saw a shiny black piano with a woman in a blue dress playing. Perfect. She walked in and to her surprise saw Goren sitting at a table right next to the platform where the piano was. He looked lonely, so she walked to him.
"I thought you had a date?" she said. He looked up at her. Was that his partner? She didn't look like the usual Eames. He sighed.
"She stood me up," he said sadly.
"Who would do that to a nice guy like you?" she said trying to cheer him up.
"I don't know. Do you have a date you weren't telling me about?" he said looing her up and down once again.
"No. I just wanted to get out," she said smiling.
"Well 'ya do now. Sit down Alex," he invited her. She smiled even more, and sat in the vacant chair.
"Ever since that case I just felt like I had to come and listen like I used to," Goren said as he intently listened to the flowing music.
"Me too. So I take it you haven't eaten then?" Eames asked. Goren shook his head.
"No. Shall we order something?" he asked. She nodded and picked up a menu.
"I think the - "
"Caesar Chicken Pasta sounds good," Goren jumped in. Eames looked at him and smiled.
"That's what I was going to say," she said. He smiled. It was good the way they complimented each other, and could finish each other's sentences.