9:30 am Crime Scene
At the crime scene, Goren leaves to look around while Eames begins
interviewing witnesses. Fifteen minutes later, Eames goes outside looking
for Goren. She finds him out on the sidewalk smoking with fellow uni's.
Leaning against the tree, Goren takes a drag of the cigarette, only half listening to the conversation going on. Seeing Eames heading in his direction; he quickly stomps out the cigarette.
"Find out anything" Goren asks.
"Just the usual. The vic, was a loner, very smart, at least that what his mother said."
"What about the father?"
"He left when the boy was 11."
"Why?"
Raising an eyebrow Eames, debates whether or not to tell him. Hesitantly she replies; "She didn't say. You?"
"Nothing unusual."
"We should check out the school.." Eames quietly says waiting for Goren to respond, completely oblivious to the fact he'd left. "What the." Eames says under her breath.
Surveying the area she quickly spots him sitting on the porch swing talking to the mother.
"He was such a good boy, Joey was such a good boy." Rambles the mother
"Can you tell me anything about Joey?" asks Goren as he holds her hands.
"He was such a good boy, such a good boy." She says again.
"What made Joey such a good boy?" Goren ask again, this time making her look in his eyes.
Her eyes appeared distant and lost. "He took care of me. He took such good care of me. Now who's going to take of me?" she asks in a soft voice.
Goren cringed after the mother's last statement. He knew all to well why the father left. 'That bastard.'Now losing himself in his own thoughts; flashbacks of his childhood coming into focus. The beatings, the scent of another women, the liquor, the abandonment.the pain.
11:45 am It wasn't until Eames tapped him on the shoulder that brought him back to reality. Just by looking into his eyes she knew what was happening. Extending her hand out to him she says; "Come on Bobby, let's call it a day."
Goren's attention never leaving the women; he distractedly pushes Eames' hand away and starts rocking back and forth on the patio swing. The victim's mother continued murmuring 'He was such a good boy. Who's going to take of me? He was such a good boy.'
Eames takes a few steps back and gives Goren some space. Goren was now stroking the mothers hair and whispering words of comfort. "shhhh, you're going to be okay, you need to rest now. You need to be strong, for Joey. Do it for Kevin." he cooed. Tired from crying the women snuggles against Goren's chest and falls fast asleep.
Eames's heart broke after watching the spectacle. "Goren. A paramedic will take it for here."
Goren's expression is solemn. Gently lifting the women up he carries her inside the house and places her on the couch. Before leaving he finds a blanket and proceeds to cover her with it.
Eames watches from outside through the window. Quietly exiting the house, with head bowed and hands in his pocket he strides across the yard. Eames running to catch up with him, yells. "Bobby!"
He stops and waits for Eames to catch up. Bored, he starts digging in the gravel with his shoe. No longer needing to run; Eames walks briskly over to her partner. Pointing in the opposite direction and says; "The cars over there."
"I know." He replies as he continues walking further down the sidewalk. Hearing her footsteps follow, he abruptly halts, causing Eames to bump into him. Eames tries to make Goren look her eyes but his eyes divert to something else every time. "Bobby." she questions.
Putting his hand up, "Don't. I'll catch a cab back."
"Bobby. I just."
Tears are welling in his eyes. "No! Do yourself a favor, and get the hell away from me! Don't you see! I'm. I'm.not .fine."
Leaning against the tree, Goren takes a drag of the cigarette, only half listening to the conversation going on. Seeing Eames heading in his direction; he quickly stomps out the cigarette.
"Find out anything" Goren asks.
"Just the usual. The vic, was a loner, very smart, at least that what his mother said."
"What about the father?"
"He left when the boy was 11."
"Why?"
Raising an eyebrow Eames, debates whether or not to tell him. Hesitantly she replies; "She didn't say. You?"
"Nothing unusual."
"We should check out the school.." Eames quietly says waiting for Goren to respond, completely oblivious to the fact he'd left. "What the." Eames says under her breath.
Surveying the area she quickly spots him sitting on the porch swing talking to the mother.
"He was such a good boy, Joey was such a good boy." Rambles the mother
"Can you tell me anything about Joey?" asks Goren as he holds her hands.
"He was such a good boy, such a good boy." She says again.
"What made Joey such a good boy?" Goren ask again, this time making her look in his eyes.
Her eyes appeared distant and lost. "He took care of me. He took such good care of me. Now who's going to take of me?" she asks in a soft voice.
Goren cringed after the mother's last statement. He knew all to well why the father left. 'That bastard.'Now losing himself in his own thoughts; flashbacks of his childhood coming into focus. The beatings, the scent of another women, the liquor, the abandonment.the pain.
11:45 am It wasn't until Eames tapped him on the shoulder that brought him back to reality. Just by looking into his eyes she knew what was happening. Extending her hand out to him she says; "Come on Bobby, let's call it a day."
Goren's attention never leaving the women; he distractedly pushes Eames' hand away and starts rocking back and forth on the patio swing. The victim's mother continued murmuring 'He was such a good boy. Who's going to take of me? He was such a good boy.'
Eames takes a few steps back and gives Goren some space. Goren was now stroking the mothers hair and whispering words of comfort. "shhhh, you're going to be okay, you need to rest now. You need to be strong, for Joey. Do it for Kevin." he cooed. Tired from crying the women snuggles against Goren's chest and falls fast asleep.
Eames's heart broke after watching the spectacle. "Goren. A paramedic will take it for here."
Goren's expression is solemn. Gently lifting the women up he carries her inside the house and places her on the couch. Before leaving he finds a blanket and proceeds to cover her with it.
Eames watches from outside through the window. Quietly exiting the house, with head bowed and hands in his pocket he strides across the yard. Eames running to catch up with him, yells. "Bobby!"
He stops and waits for Eames to catch up. Bored, he starts digging in the gravel with his shoe. No longer needing to run; Eames walks briskly over to her partner. Pointing in the opposite direction and says; "The cars over there."
"I know." He replies as he continues walking further down the sidewalk. Hearing her footsteps follow, he abruptly halts, causing Eames to bump into him. Eames tries to make Goren look her eyes but his eyes divert to something else every time. "Bobby." she questions.
Putting his hand up, "Don't. I'll catch a cab back."
"Bobby. I just."
Tears are welling in his eyes. "No! Do yourself a favor, and get the hell away from me! Don't you see! I'm. I'm.not .fine."