A/N: BEWARE: Some sexual innuedo implied in next few chapters - but nothing
too dicey. Thanks. R&R. Please.
11 am Interrogation Room 1 Day 3
With the coast clear, Goren grabs the door handle and enters the room.
Immediately upon entering the room, Goren grabs a chair and wedges it against the door knob. Preventing anyone from getting in.
Pulling up a chair he sits across from her and waits for her to start the game. The only difference this time, he knew her rules and came prepared.
"Bobby, if you just wanted privacy, why didn't you call? We could have had dinner at your favorite restaurant, with that waiter you like. Although I think she's a bit too trashy for you."
Knocking the chair back Goren walks towards the corner of the room. Elizabeth remains seated and watches. Fascinated by the rise she got out of him so early into their game.
"My, my Bobby. What has you all in a tether?"
Pointing at her, he commands; "Shut up."
Something turned her on. Maybe the hostility or the fact he actually took charge of her. Whatever it was, she wanted more.
Goren paces around the room. Thinking, trying to clear his head.
Getting up she turns around to watch him. Only a fool wouldn't be able to tell he's angry and in pain. Watching, she laughs inside. Hoping his charade would continue for her utter enjoyment. "Bobby." She coaxes. "Come here."
Stopping, he looks at her, then casts his gaze to the floor.
Speechless due to her disappointment. "How dare you, Bobby." she spits. " I spent to much of my time..." Thinking to herself, how dare he. I've already got him. It was too easy to do. She'd be damned to let it end without a spark "Bobby."
Standing right by him. Elizabeth devours his scent, and could feel him breathing on her hair. Running her hand down his tie, she whispers; "Bobby, I-know-what-you-want."
Goren steps back. And looks past her, into the mirror.
There's pounding coming from the other side of the mirror. He doesn't care. What he pulled in the hall might cost him two weeks, and a reprimand. There was no way in hell he'd walk away now - not when he's so close to the truth.
Elizabeth inched forward, only centimeters apart and looks straight into his eyes, Goren looks away. "Why? Him?" he pleads with her.
"Why Detective. Isn't that your job to figure out? " she teases as she prepares to leave.
The pounding stopped.
Not moving an inch, Goren fumes, and watches Elizabeth grabbing her belongings. On her way to the door, she casually walks past Goren; and lets her hand brush against his groin.
Immediately upon entering the room, Goren grabs a chair and wedges it against the door knob. Preventing anyone from getting in.
Pulling up a chair he sits across from her and waits for her to start the game. The only difference this time, he knew her rules and came prepared.
"Bobby, if you just wanted privacy, why didn't you call? We could have had dinner at your favorite restaurant, with that waiter you like. Although I think she's a bit too trashy for you."
Knocking the chair back Goren walks towards the corner of the room. Elizabeth remains seated and watches. Fascinated by the rise she got out of him so early into their game.
"My, my Bobby. What has you all in a tether?"
Pointing at her, he commands; "Shut up."
Something turned her on. Maybe the hostility or the fact he actually took charge of her. Whatever it was, she wanted more.
Goren paces around the room. Thinking, trying to clear his head.
Getting up she turns around to watch him. Only a fool wouldn't be able to tell he's angry and in pain. Watching, she laughs inside. Hoping his charade would continue for her utter enjoyment. "Bobby." She coaxes. "Come here."
Stopping, he looks at her, then casts his gaze to the floor.
Speechless due to her disappointment. "How dare you, Bobby." she spits. " I spent to much of my time..." Thinking to herself, how dare he. I've already got him. It was too easy to do. She'd be damned to let it end without a spark "Bobby."
Standing right by him. Elizabeth devours his scent, and could feel him breathing on her hair. Running her hand down his tie, she whispers; "Bobby, I-know-what-you-want."
Goren steps back. And looks past her, into the mirror.
There's pounding coming from the other side of the mirror. He doesn't care. What he pulled in the hall might cost him two weeks, and a reprimand. There was no way in hell he'd walk away now - not when he's so close to the truth.
Elizabeth inched forward, only centimeters apart and looks straight into his eyes, Goren looks away. "Why? Him?" he pleads with her.
"Why Detective. Isn't that your job to figure out? " she teases as she prepares to leave.
The pounding stopped.
Not moving an inch, Goren fumes, and watches Elizabeth grabbing her belongings. On her way to the door, she casually walks past Goren; and lets her hand brush against his groin.