2 pm MCS
Eames watched as the two officers escorted Goren out to the squad car. Goren's lawyer who looked drained, slowly followed. Deakins placed his hand on her shoulder; "We need to talk."
Turning around she saw Deakins look warily out the window, watching Goren fight the two officers. He looked away after he saw a medic, sedate him.
Deakins' Office Approaching Deakins' office Eames made out two figures sitting and talking casually. The creaking noise of the door caught there attention, and immediately they stopped talking.
One of the gentlemen rose and put his hand out. "I'm Peter Jenkins from IAB and this is Lindsay Taylor."
Eames inhaled quickly and gave a fake smile.
"I know this must be rough on you, you're partner's actions."
Eames tried to concentrate on what the two agents were saying. But all they were offering were empty words. They didn't care if her partner was institutionalized, hell if he was it would be less paperwork for them. No city dollars wasted, case closed. This infuriated her.
"Please have a seat." Offers the female agent.
Sitting down, was the last thing Eames felt like doing. She wanted to leave these two jack asses and check on Goren.
"Just so you know, you're being tape recorded. For legal reasons." Confirms Agent Taylor.
"I know the procedure." Eames icily replies.
"In your own words, can you tell us what happened yesterday morning between your partner and the suspect Mrs. Elizabeth Hitchens?"
"Sure, but there isn't much to tell. Goren, my partner, interrogated the suspect Mrs. Hitchens."
Agent Jenkins interrupts Eames; "I want to emphasize the importance of you telling us the truth, Detective."
Eames deeply resented Jenkin's comment. She continued; " Captain Deakins, was leery of Goren interrogating the suspect. He advised me against his participation.."
"But you let Detective Goren, anyway?" interjects Jenkins.
"Yes." she lied.
Jenkins didn't miss a beat; "So you defied your Captains orders?"
"No, he advised me. He didn't order me not to let him."
"Oh, I see. You're Captain lets you interpret his advice anyway you see fit? He must like you a lot." Fires Jenkins.
Eames was growing angry, she knew what Jenkins was up to. "The Captain allows all of his detectives a little latitude. Now as I was saying, I left Goren to talk to the Captian."
Jenkins once again interrupts; "Do you always leave your partner along when interrogating suspects?"
"No, not always."
"But most of the time? Not much of a team player, huh Detective? Doesn't want you interfering with his work?" fires Jenkins.
"That's not true at all." Eames fires back.
"Then why is it, you're either on the other side of the glass or sitting there quietly like a mouse?" spits Jenkins.
"If you're implying he does all the work. You're dead wrong." Argues Eames.
"Really?" spurts Jenkins empathically. "It seems that way to me."
"You don't know what you're talking about. You've never worked with Bobby. He's a damn fine detective. Unlike the pencil pushing prick that you are." Fires Eames angrily.
Both agents cocked their eyebrows after Eames statement. Eames bit her lip, and cursed inwardly, she instantly regretted the lack of politically correctness of her statement.
"Are you and Bobby - Detective Goren, close?"
"We're partners."
"Answer the question, Detective Eames."
"Only at professional level. There's a certain level of trust and respect between us."
Eames changes the subject; "Look I have a ton of paperwork to do, so could I continue."
Agent Taylor nods.
"I don't know anything else, a detective came in and informed the Captain and I that something was going on in Interrogation room 1. When we got there, I saw the suspect being escorted out by two officers."
"Could you describe her appearance at the time?" asks agent Taylor.
"I didn't get a good look at her. But she looked as if she'd been crying, her makeup was smudged."
"Then what?"
"I walked in with the Captain and I saw glass all over the floor and Bo-." Stopping herself, she rephrases; "Detective Goren on the floor being handcuffed by two other officers."
Eames knew what he going to ask. "He had blood on his shirt and looked upset. They then took to him out of the room."
"Who took him?"
Eames exhales loudly; "I did."
"Did your partner say anything?"
"No."
"Nothing?" asks Jenkins skeptically.
"Nothing."
"But you said earlier, he's your partner. Most of the time they're more inclined to talk to their partner, because you've built up a level of trust - confidence in each other?"
'Fuck you, Jenkins' thought Eames. "As I already told you, he didn't say anything."
"Did he act unusual? Were his clothes rumpled at all?"
Eames chuckled at the first of Agent Taylor's question.
"Did I say something funny, Detective?" asks Agent Taylor.
"No. He looked tired, his clothes were 'rumpled', which they would be if there was a struggle between them."
".maybe to get between her legs.." comments Jenkins off handily.
"I can't speak for what you would do, Agent JENKINS. But he didn't lay a finger on her! She did it." Eames says coldly at Jenkins.
Agent Taylor wasn't getting a warm and fuzzy feeling she hoped for by the end of the QA and decids to end the session. "Alright. We're done, here. Thank you for your time, Detective Eames."
From her chair, Eames glares at Agent Jenkins. Who smiles back at her warmly. Making sure the tape recorder was off before speaking. "You lewd bastard."
"Detective Eames, I've been called worse. Don't skip out of town. We'll be in touch." Adds Jenkins.
From the coffee maker, Deakins watches Eames angrily cross the squad room to retrieve her jacket and leave.
Not a moment later, Agent Jenkins, pops his head out from the office and looks at the Captain. "Your turn."
"Fantastic." Mutters Deakins before walking towards his office.
Eames watched as the two officers escorted Goren out to the squad car. Goren's lawyer who looked drained, slowly followed. Deakins placed his hand on her shoulder; "We need to talk."
Turning around she saw Deakins look warily out the window, watching Goren fight the two officers. He looked away after he saw a medic, sedate him.
Deakins' Office Approaching Deakins' office Eames made out two figures sitting and talking casually. The creaking noise of the door caught there attention, and immediately they stopped talking.
One of the gentlemen rose and put his hand out. "I'm Peter Jenkins from IAB and this is Lindsay Taylor."
Eames inhaled quickly and gave a fake smile.
"I know this must be rough on you, you're partner's actions."
Eames tried to concentrate on what the two agents were saying. But all they were offering were empty words. They didn't care if her partner was institutionalized, hell if he was it would be less paperwork for them. No city dollars wasted, case closed. This infuriated her.
"Please have a seat." Offers the female agent.
Sitting down, was the last thing Eames felt like doing. She wanted to leave these two jack asses and check on Goren.
"Just so you know, you're being tape recorded. For legal reasons." Confirms Agent Taylor.
"I know the procedure." Eames icily replies.
"In your own words, can you tell us what happened yesterday morning between your partner and the suspect Mrs. Elizabeth Hitchens?"
"Sure, but there isn't much to tell. Goren, my partner, interrogated the suspect Mrs. Hitchens."
Agent Jenkins interrupts Eames; "I want to emphasize the importance of you telling us the truth, Detective."
Eames deeply resented Jenkin's comment. She continued; " Captain Deakins, was leery of Goren interrogating the suspect. He advised me against his participation.."
"But you let Detective Goren, anyway?" interjects Jenkins.
"Yes." she lied.
Jenkins didn't miss a beat; "So you defied your Captains orders?"
"No, he advised me. He didn't order me not to let him."
"Oh, I see. You're Captain lets you interpret his advice anyway you see fit? He must like you a lot." Fires Jenkins.
Eames was growing angry, she knew what Jenkins was up to. "The Captain allows all of his detectives a little latitude. Now as I was saying, I left Goren to talk to the Captian."
Jenkins once again interrupts; "Do you always leave your partner along when interrogating suspects?"
"No, not always."
"But most of the time? Not much of a team player, huh Detective? Doesn't want you interfering with his work?" fires Jenkins.
"That's not true at all." Eames fires back.
"Then why is it, you're either on the other side of the glass or sitting there quietly like a mouse?" spits Jenkins.
"If you're implying he does all the work. You're dead wrong." Argues Eames.
"Really?" spurts Jenkins empathically. "It seems that way to me."
"You don't know what you're talking about. You've never worked with Bobby. He's a damn fine detective. Unlike the pencil pushing prick that you are." Fires Eames angrily.
Both agents cocked their eyebrows after Eames statement. Eames bit her lip, and cursed inwardly, she instantly regretted the lack of politically correctness of her statement.
"Are you and Bobby - Detective Goren, close?"
"We're partners."
"Answer the question, Detective Eames."
"Only at professional level. There's a certain level of trust and respect between us."
Eames changes the subject; "Look I have a ton of paperwork to do, so could I continue."
Agent Taylor nods.
"I don't know anything else, a detective came in and informed the Captain and I that something was going on in Interrogation room 1. When we got there, I saw the suspect being escorted out by two officers."
"Could you describe her appearance at the time?" asks agent Taylor.
"I didn't get a good look at her. But she looked as if she'd been crying, her makeup was smudged."
"Then what?"
"I walked in with the Captain and I saw glass all over the floor and Bo-." Stopping herself, she rephrases; "Detective Goren on the floor being handcuffed by two other officers."
Eames knew what he going to ask. "He had blood on his shirt and looked upset. They then took to him out of the room."
"Who took him?"
Eames exhales loudly; "I did."
"Did your partner say anything?"
"No."
"Nothing?" asks Jenkins skeptically.
"Nothing."
"But you said earlier, he's your partner. Most of the time they're more inclined to talk to their partner, because you've built up a level of trust - confidence in each other?"
'Fuck you, Jenkins' thought Eames. "As I already told you, he didn't say anything."
"Did he act unusual? Were his clothes rumpled at all?"
Eames chuckled at the first of Agent Taylor's question.
"Did I say something funny, Detective?" asks Agent Taylor.
"No. He looked tired, his clothes were 'rumpled', which they would be if there was a struggle between them."
".maybe to get between her legs.." comments Jenkins off handily.
"I can't speak for what you would do, Agent JENKINS. But he didn't lay a finger on her! She did it." Eames says coldly at Jenkins.
Agent Taylor wasn't getting a warm and fuzzy feeling she hoped for by the end of the QA and decids to end the session. "Alright. We're done, here. Thank you for your time, Detective Eames."
From her chair, Eames glares at Agent Jenkins. Who smiles back at her warmly. Making sure the tape recorder was off before speaking. "You lewd bastard."
"Detective Eames, I've been called worse. Don't skip out of town. We'll be in touch." Adds Jenkins.
From the coffee maker, Deakins watches Eames angrily cross the squad room to retrieve her jacket and leave.
Not a moment later, Agent Jenkins, pops his head out from the office and looks at the Captain. "Your turn."
"Fantastic." Mutters Deakins before walking towards his office.