4:30 pm 27th Police Station
Manhattan traffic was terrible as usual, which gave Eames a little more
time to think over what to say to Goren. By the time she pulled in the 27's
parking lot nothing had come to mind.
With Detective Green as her escort, stopping shy of the holding cells, he points to the far right corner indicating where her partner was. Mouthing a 'thank you', the detective nods and leaves to give them some privacy.
Walking a few step closer, Eames stands silently, taking in the sight of her currently detained partner. Who's sitting on the edge of the bench, head titled back, resting against the wall and eyes closed. Inwardly fuming at himself.
Sensing a pair of eyes on him; a hazy Goren looks directly at Eames. "Hey." He quietly says.
"Hey, Bobby -" she starts.
"Eames - Don't. Please." Silently pleading with his eyes not to push.
"Ok. Then tell me what's going on. Is it her (mother)?"
With his head bowed, unable to even look his partner, friend in the face. He knew he shouldn't lead her on. But being too embarrassed to admit to her let alone himself. He chose to lie. He mumbles; "Yeah. Yes."
Eames knew from that point, there were no words to ease the infinite pain, frustration, her partner was feeling. Proceeding to unlock the cell, and sliding open the door, she extends her hand. "C'mon partner. Let's get you home."
Goren takes it and walks out with her.
Detective Green and Lt. Van Burien stood by the coffee maker and watched as the two detective walked out together.
L-T. Is it just me? Or do they have 'thing' going on between them?" muses Detective Green.
Inside Lt. Van Bruin is erupting with laughter. Instead decides to keep her collected manner and just shrugs. "Detective. Don't you have paperwork to finish?"
Swatted down like a fly; Detective Green sighs and immediately drops the subject.
With Detective Green as her escort, stopping shy of the holding cells, he points to the far right corner indicating where her partner was. Mouthing a 'thank you', the detective nods and leaves to give them some privacy.
Walking a few step closer, Eames stands silently, taking in the sight of her currently detained partner. Who's sitting on the edge of the bench, head titled back, resting against the wall and eyes closed. Inwardly fuming at himself.
Sensing a pair of eyes on him; a hazy Goren looks directly at Eames. "Hey." He quietly says.
"Hey, Bobby -" she starts.
"Eames - Don't. Please." Silently pleading with his eyes not to push.
"Ok. Then tell me what's going on. Is it her (mother)?"
With his head bowed, unable to even look his partner, friend in the face. He knew he shouldn't lead her on. But being too embarrassed to admit to her let alone himself. He chose to lie. He mumbles; "Yeah. Yes."
Eames knew from that point, there were no words to ease the infinite pain, frustration, her partner was feeling. Proceeding to unlock the cell, and sliding open the door, she extends her hand. "C'mon partner. Let's get you home."
Goren takes it and walks out with her.
Detective Green and Lt. Van Burien stood by the coffee maker and watched as the two detective walked out together.
L-T. Is it just me? Or do they have 'thing' going on between them?" muses Detective Green.
Inside Lt. Van Bruin is erupting with laughter. Instead decides to keep her collected manner and just shrugs. "Detective. Don't you have paperwork to finish?"
Swatted down like a fly; Detective Green sighs and immediately drops the subject.