4:45 pm MCS Eames' Desk
Gathering up her paperwork Eames tries to make sense of the whole case. The
Elizabeth / Nicole connection made her shiver, and the more than obvious
fact Goren wasn't alright; gave her a migraine.
Sitting at her desk Eames debates whether or not to take paperwork home with her. Her mind starts wondering towards the nice warm bath she promised herself almost three days ago. That being the deciding factor, she tosses the paperwork back onto her desk. Now all she could think about was relaxing, no interruptions, or crazy bitches driving her partner out of his mind. The euphoria was inevitably cut short by the incessant ringing of the telephone. After collecting herself, she answers (it) on the third ring.
"Major Case Squad, Detective Eames speaking. Counselor. Hi.. When? Did Bobby know?"
"Yes. I spoke with him as soon as I heard..it was blast faxed..."
Slamming down the phone. Eames hangs her head and silently curses.
On the other end of the line; ADA Carver sits waiting patiently for an answer; "Detective? Are you still there? Detective.?"
Dead.
"Damn it." Mutters Carver before hanging up the phone.
Feeling like she had experienced six G's in a tomcat. A wave of Nausea overcomes Eames, running to the restroom; she throws up.
Sitting at her desk Eames debates whether or not to take paperwork home with her. Her mind starts wondering towards the nice warm bath she promised herself almost three days ago. That being the deciding factor, she tosses the paperwork back onto her desk. Now all she could think about was relaxing, no interruptions, or crazy bitches driving her partner out of his mind. The euphoria was inevitably cut short by the incessant ringing of the telephone. After collecting herself, she answers (it) on the third ring.
"Major Case Squad, Detective Eames speaking. Counselor. Hi.. When? Did Bobby know?"
"Yes. I spoke with him as soon as I heard..it was blast faxed..."
Slamming down the phone. Eames hangs her head and silently curses.
On the other end of the line; ADA Carver sits waiting patiently for an answer; "Detective? Are you still there? Detective.?"
Dead.
"Damn it." Mutters Carver before hanging up the phone.
Feeling like she had experienced six G's in a tomcat. A wave of Nausea overcomes Eames, running to the restroom; she throws up.