Disclaimer: Not mine.

A/N: I'm such a horrible person, I have so many unfinished fics here! I guess I should finish them before starting on a new piece. My apologies to those who've read my fics and are wondering when the heck I'll get back to them. Since 'poetry' isn't a big hit here, I'll focus more on finishing up my pieces. Please review – it really helps. Thanks to those who have R&R.

Upstate NY Cemetery

On the day of the funeral it rained angrily. With little success, the priest fought to speak over the howling wind. Deakins stood soaked with a solemn look on his face. He looked around and noticed the weather didn't deter the few people invited from attending. He watched as the news finally sunk into Mrs. Goren. Who shook from crying as the nurse tried to comfort her. His eyes then fell upon Alex, who stood unwavering as the wind and rain swept across her face. He noted she looked more pale than she had three days ago. He was going to need to intervene – eventually.

Deakins was starting to think Goren got the easy part. He cursed at himself for thinking that.

Towards the end the Priest asked if anyone wanted to say a few a words. Eames was the first to step forward. Eames touched the wet casket and stared at it. She wanted to believe so badly this was just a dream.

Biting her lower lip she begins; "Bobby ….this isn't fair, you know that? You didn't even touch your half of the paperwork…we're partners, that means 50-50."

Deakins watched as Eames poured her soul out. He looked away to give her a moment a lone and noticed the nurse leaving to clam Mrs. Goren down. He doubted she would be returning.

Sniffling Eames continues; "Damn you Bobby. Damn you for caring so damn much. I want you back, Bobby. I NEED you back., Bobby…please…." Crying uncontrollably now, Deakins puts his arm around her and pulls her back into his chest.

In a low voice he hears Eames mummer; "Why does it hurt so much?"

ADA Ronald Carver came forward next to speak, but found himself at loss for words. Wiping the rain from his eyes which could be mistaken for tears he begins;  "Detective…I realize I might be your least favorite person standing here today. We've had our battles over your unorthodox tactics, lack of evidence dilemmas, and your uncanny persuasion methods of obtaining confessions or buying time. Even though I didn't always approve, I found your intentions always to be pure. I never understood that until you risked losing your badge over it. You'll be missed my friend."

MCS main floor

Eames returned to work the next day. Out of habit she walked straight to the coffee machine and starting fixing two cups of coffee. It wasn't until she reached her desk, and nearly dropping the coffee she remembered. 

Trying to suppress the erge to cry, Eames settles in at her desks and commences with the pile of paperwork. From his office Deakins watched as Eames methodically work at the pile of paperwork .Her eyes never leaving the desk. Not once within the first hour did she look up at the untouched desk across from her.

12:45

"Finally. I'm done." Announces a sounding accomplished Eames. Without looking up she asks; "Did you want to go grab…"

"Oh my god…." Bringing her hand up to cover her mouth she stares at her partners untouched desk. Staring at the pens and pencils in the coffee cup, the neatly stacked piles of case files, and an open book he used as a reference to help crack their, his…last case. The tears streamed down her face smearing her mascara.

"Detective."

Eames didn't say a word.

"Why don't you call it a day."

"Sir, I'm fine."

Deakins didn't let the fact the escape him that Eames looked worn and tired when she arrived. Nor the fact that she was an emotional wreck right now. The evidence was against her, everyone in the squad room knew it.

"Detective. You're not fine. You just lost your partner…"

The Captain's last statement infuriated Eames. "I'm not stupid! I know that he's gone! I know that this aching feeling in my heart will never go away… I know… I know…"

Collapsing back in her chair trying to recover. But she's too weak, she used every ounce of strength she had left just getting out of bed this morning. "I can't stop working. I have to do it for Bobby…"