Disclaimer: I don't own Goren and Eames Mr. Wolf owns them. I do own Max however.

Authors Note: Thanks everyone for Reviewing.  Thank-you to Kiera for beta-ing this for me, I couldn't have done this without you.

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Chapter two of "Anything but Human"

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Riding the elevator down, Goren and Eames were fairly quiet. Goren watched the numbers decrease from floor to floor: 11…10… 9… 8… Eames realized she was dying for a coffee, seeing as though she had spilt the coffee she'd made previously on her skirt. Eames looked down at her skirt--it was still slightly damp. She covered it up with her coat.

Goren looked at Eames for a second and thought, She looks hot today She has the best legs… mmmm. He quickly looked back at the floor numbers …1… 'BING!' The doors opened and Goren signaled that Eames could go first; she thanked Goren by nodding her head slightly and walked ahead.

Eames unlocked her car and they both climbed in. Goren put his seatbelt on as she started the car. "Goren?"

"Eames."

"Do you want to come back to my place for a coffee?" Eames asked. She couldn't be bothered driving him home and then driving back to her place again. She was dying for a coffee... plus, she just wanted Goren to be there.

Goren turned his head to look at her. "Sure, if that's what you want," he replied indifferently, but thought to himself, Yess! He imagined the thought of them just being together. He loved her company and… well, her. 

They arrived at Eames' apartment building not too soon afterwards. Goren undid his seatbelt and hopped out of the car.

Goren opened the lobby door for Eames and let her go through first. "Hi Max," Eames greeted the security guard, who sat behind the front desk. The room smelt of fresh paint; you could see where it had been painted over with the same colour. The lobby was small, with a front desk on the right hand side of the room and maroon walls. There was a fern on the front desk--the only thing that was decorative in the whole room. 

"Oh, hey, Alex!"  Max replied happily. Goren looked at Max, taking in all his details: black short hair, Caucasian, green eyes, high cheekbones, looked about 6'0", wearing a navy-blue uniform.

The two walked past the guard, and Eames used her key pass to go through the double doors that lead to the elevator.

On the ride up to the apartment, Goren found himself looking at the elevator numbers, yet again.

"Goren?"

"Yeah?" Goren looked at Eames--she had a worried look on her face. "What is it?"

"Nothing," she replied nervously.

"No, you can tell me." Goren was worried now, too; there was something she wasn't telling him.

"It's all right, don't worry about it." Eames was getting defensive.

"Okay, you know that you can tell me anything, right?" I wonder what it is. I hope it isn't too serious. I worry about her sometimes, Goren found himself thinking--too much, but then again, he was always thinking too much--it was just what he did.

"Yeah, I know."

'BING!' The doors of the elevator opened, and they both walked out and headed towards Eames's apartment.

Once there, she unlocked her apartment door and gestured to Goren that he could come inside. Stepping inside, Goren took off his coat and hung it up; he also helped Eames with hers and hung it up on the coat rack beside the door, while she went to make some coffee. "Make yourself at home," she called from the kitchen.

Eames's apartment was quite small. She had two bookshelves against the sidewalls full of books; one bookshelf looked as though it had fiction books on it, and the other was just for nonfiction. The doorway to the kitchen was next to the bookshelves on the left. There was a maroon couch in the middle of the apartment and a TV on a cabinet against the wall in line with the maroon couch. There was only one window in the lounge room and it was on the far wall, its dark blue curtains closed. 

Goren went into the kitchen instead of sitting down in the living room.  "Do you want some help?" he asked. The kitchen was small for a kitchen. It had all the essentials--a microwave, a fridge with several magnets and notes stuck on it, a dishwasher, a sink with a couple of dirty plates left in it, a kettle. Eames was standing on the far side of the kitchen where the kettle was, waiting for the water to boil. Goren stood at the doorway, staring at her for a moment: she looks so natural; I don't want to disturb her…  She had her back to Goren, so he moved up to her right side. 

"I don't think I need help with coffee," she replied sarcastically.

He gently placed an arm around her waist. "I'm sorry about laughing at you at work," he said apologetically, as she looked up at him, smiling, yet confused. Her hip tingled where Goren's giant hands were holding it.

He sounds genuine. I didn't think he was going to apologize. Eames smiled. "It's okay, Goren." She still felt uncomfortable calling him 'Bobby', even though he insisted on it.  They had become closer during the year of working with each other, but it was only work-related. They didn't know each other too well, but she wanted to get to know him a lot more--he was a great guy.

Goren pulled her into a hug; he could smell the scent of her shampoo in her hair. Eames felt secure for that moment of embrace. Why did he make her feel so relaxed? After a moment, he pulled away so she could finish the coffee.

"Here you are." Eames gave Goren his cup of coffee, and they sat down at the kitchen table, talking about family, friends, work, workmates, and life in general.

Two hours later, Goren looked at his watch and said, "Sorry, I've got to go now."

"Are you sure? You can stay here the night if you want. I'll take you back to your place tomorrow morning so you can get changed". Eames wanted him to stay. He was such great company to have.

"You don't have to be so polite all the time. I must be pretty annoying..." Goren felt like he was in the way, but he wanted to stay, too--for all the same reasons Eames wanted him to stay.

No, you're not, she thought. But she ended up saying, "If you want to stay, you can stay--I always have room for you!" In my bed, that's where I have room for you! She thought afterwards.

"You don't mind?"

"Not at all," Eames replied. "I'm just going to get changed."

"Sure, no problem."

Eames returned five minutes later in tracksuit pants and a sweatshirt. No matter what she wears, she always looks hot' Goren thought when he saw her standing in the doorway. "Try these, I think you left them here last time you stayed." She handed Goren a pile of clothes that were his.


Goren hadn't stayed at Eames's place in a while, not since they had been working on a case they were given about a serial killer that targeted brunette women. By the time they had gotten any further with the case it had been at least one in the morning, so Eames had persuaded Goren to stay the night. "You can get changed in my room if you want, I'll wait out here." She sat down as he got up and turned the TV on.

Goren went into Eames' room. It was large, with a king-size bed right in the middle that leant against the far wall. She had a vanity mirror on the right wall and a bedside table sitting on the left side of the bed--clearly the side she slept on. Her cupboards were on the same wall as the bed, and the doorway to the bathroom was next to the cupboards. She had a little clothes mess on the floor and on her bed; he took a deep breath, smelt her scent all over, and smiled. He just felt like holding her all night.

He walked out of Eames' room not too long afterwards; she looked up and smiled. "That's better," she said. He was wearing a black top and long tracksuit pants that just fit--a very casual, but sexy, look. 

"What did you want me to do with my suit and shirt?" Goren asked. He had temporarily placed them on the end of her bed, neatly folded as always.

Eames stood up and passed Goren by, inhaling his cologne. She nearly went weak at the knees, but kept walking into her room to the wardrobe. "I'll give you some coat hangers for your suit, then I'll wash the shirt and iron it for you." She pulled out two coat hangers for Goren.

 "Thanks, Alex, you're the best." Goren leaned down and kissed the top of Eames' head. Eames looked up startled, but Goren had turned away to put his suit on the hangers. She smiled to herself, all the butterflies in her stomach now flying around.

"Where should I put these?" Goren questioned, after he had neatly put the clothes on the hangers.

Eames grabbed his shirt and replied, "You can just put them in my wardrobe or put them on the back of my door." She strode off to the washing machine downstairs.

Goren now had a decision to make--he didn't want to look through her wardrobe, so he hung the clothes on the doorknob of her bedroom door.

He smells so yummy... But he's my partner; he can't know that I like him! ...But I'm around him all the time, he'll guess sooner rather than later, Eames was thinking, as she put his shirt and several of her clothes in the machine.  Before she put the powder in, she picked up his shirt and smelt it slightly. She went weak at the knees and nearly fell over--wrong place to do that, she reminded herself. She placed his shirt back into the machine, added the powder, pressed 'Start', and then left the very small laundry room.

Goren was in the lounge room, watching the TV. "Want to order Chinese for dinner?" Eames asked.

He looked up at her with a smile. "Sure, doesn't bother me".

TBC…