Eames sat at her desk, watching the second hand move. 'Goren better his ass here – soon. Or Deakins going to blow his top.' she mutters to herself. She had managed to successfully cover for him earlier – hoping he would show up soon after. Now it was almost 10 pm and still no Goren.
Dialing his cell again, a young woman picks up. Her voice is so soft, Eames has to press her ear hard against the phone to hear her. Unsure what to say; Alex decides to play it off as a plutonic friend; "Bobby?"
"No…" the soft voice on the other end starts to sound strained.
Eames hears noise in the background. A male voice yelling something, for her to hang up immediately. "You dumb bitch! I told you not to answer…."
Eames knew Bobby's voice and that wasn't his. Confused and concerned Eames decides against breaking the connection. But the woman on the other has a different idea. Once again a male voice is heard, this time crystal clear and ragging. Eames guesses he's gotten up and moved toward the woman. "Bitch. Give it to me…"
There's a smash and then nothing. Eames hastily hangs up the phone. Now knowing something was definitely wrong.
Eames didn't bother knocking before entering the Captains office. Instantly she regretted her lack of formal notice. The Captain sat at his desk looking frustrated and stressed, more so then he had earlier. Specifically when she came to inform him Goren was going to be late.
Captain's Office
Captain Deakins was too tired and stressed to sound amicable to whoever was in his office. With a hint of irritation he asks; "What?"
"Captain, it's about Goren."
"What about him? Has he gotten here yet? Because if he hasn't, I'm going to give him a good ass chewing when he does decide to join the rest of us."
"Captain – I think Goren is in trouble."
Semi-surprised by Eames's retort, Deakins settles himself into his chair before responding. "Trouble. What's new? With all due to respect Eames – he's always pushing the envelope, pissing someone off."
"I called his cell, a stranger picked it up and then someone else hung up on me – it wasn't Goren." States Eames.
"Eames…" Before he could finish his phone rings.
"Deakins."
A few minutes into the conversation Eames could see the obvious change in Deakins' mood. Deakins rubbed the back of neck and looked down at his ink blot. He gripped the phone tightly as he took in the news.
Barely able to string together two words, Deakins manages to mutter a faint 'Thank you' into the receiver.
"Captain." Says Eames. Daring him to look her in the eyes. "This might not be any of my business, but are you alright?'
Deakins' eyes never left the his desk. The phone still in his hand, he tries to thing of what to say. His breathing start to grow ragged and his head starts spinning. Numb from the news the phone slips out of his hand and falls to the floor.
"Captain." Asks Eames again. The concern in her voice increasing with every passing second.
Deakins swallowed hard and wiped the water from his eyes before speaking. He still didn't know what to say. But he knew it would better if she heard the news from him instead of from an underpaid prick from the mayor's office or a messenger from the Chief of Detectives' office. "Detective Goren….
Eames grew weak in the knees after hearing the word 'Detective' in front of Bobby's name. Eames forced herself to focus on what the Captain was saying; "….they found his body on 11th and 55th in an abandoned alley…"