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A/N: A big thanks to all those who have reviewed. Keep them coming. Please. More to be posted soon - drama is down the road.
For those wondering Bittersweet - is at a crossroads. I haven't decided where to go with it. Once again, please, R&R, your opinion is important and nice to know. Thanks!
Noon In transit Without realizing Goren had beat her to the car, Eames stopped and watched as Goren paced back and forth in front of the car. Once unlocking the door, Goren swiftly opens the car door for her. Eames wasn't sure what to think, but appreciated the act; nonetheless.
"What?" asks a surprised Goren. "Can't I open a door for you without you speculating what my intentions were or are?"
"Off course you can. But, it's just that, I'm perfectly capable of doing it myself." Eames responds a bit defensively.
Biting his tongue, Goren motions for her to get in. Without a word Eames complies.
Through the side view mirror Eames watches as her partner solemnly walks around the car and gets in.
"Bobby, I was kidding. Ok? You just took me by surprise." Eames says candidly. Noting Goren's irritated look, she quickly and quietly adds; " You can open my door anytime, partner. Anytime."
Although it only lasted a millisecond, in the corner of her eye; Eames saw a small smile flicker across his face.
Looking out the window Goren randomly ask; "Eames. You feel like grabbing a bite to eat? On me."
"Sure. What do you feel like?"
"I was thinking, the deli on the corner by the Library sounds good today."
"Is your mind always on the case?" jokes Eames.
"Nope. I (just) have a hankering for a pastrami on rye sandwich." Responds Goren as he checks the glove department for antacids.
A/N: A big thanks to all those who have reviewed. Keep them coming. Please. More to be posted soon - drama is down the road.
For those wondering Bittersweet - is at a crossroads. I haven't decided where to go with it. Once again, please, R&R, your opinion is important and nice to know. Thanks!
Noon In transit Without realizing Goren had beat her to the car, Eames stopped and watched as Goren paced back and forth in front of the car. Once unlocking the door, Goren swiftly opens the car door for her. Eames wasn't sure what to think, but appreciated the act; nonetheless.
"What?" asks a surprised Goren. "Can't I open a door for you without you speculating what my intentions were or are?"
"Off course you can. But, it's just that, I'm perfectly capable of doing it myself." Eames responds a bit defensively.
Biting his tongue, Goren motions for her to get in. Without a word Eames complies.
Through the side view mirror Eames watches as her partner solemnly walks around the car and gets in.
"Bobby, I was kidding. Ok? You just took me by surprise." Eames says candidly. Noting Goren's irritated look, she quickly and quietly adds; " You can open my door anytime, partner. Anytime."
Although it only lasted a millisecond, in the corner of her eye; Eames saw a small smile flicker across his face.
Looking out the window Goren randomly ask; "Eames. You feel like grabbing a bite to eat? On me."
"Sure. What do you feel like?"
"I was thinking, the deli on the corner by the Library sounds good today."
"Is your mind always on the case?" jokes Eames.
"Nope. I (just) have a hankering for a pastrami on rye sandwich." Responds Goren as he checks the glove department for antacids.