4 pm MCS Back at the office, Eames tries desperately to loose herself in her paperwork. However, her thoughts kept drifting back to her earlier conversation with her partner.

Staring at the mirror; stress is etched all over her face and a strand of blond hair falls in her eyes. Eames momentarily mesmerized by the dripping faucet and stares. The gentle tap on the shoulder makes her jump back. Turning around, she is greeted by Deakin's grim expression.

"What?" Eames asks wearily.

Taking a deep breathe Deakins begins; "Eames, I thought you should be the first to know. I received a call from Lt. Van Burien, Goren is being held."

"What? Why?" asks Eames experated.

"The Bodega store owner called it in..disrupting the peace..Eames are you alright?"

Unsure what to say next; "Captain." says Eames warily.

"I spoke to Lt. Van Burien, it won't go any further than this room." Deakins replies sternly with a hint of sincerity.

The look of relief crosses Eames' face; "Thank you, Captain."

Resting his hand on her shoulder to stop her; "Alex, talk some sense into him."

"Yes Captain."