Disclaimer: These characters aren't mine... my socks are mine, though. Back off.

Upon entering the late Damon Sanders' apartment, it became evident why not many people were fond of the guy. Eames scoffed as she surveyed the glossy photos plastering the walls and even scattered on the floor. Photos of Damon Sanders with various women, all in various stages of undress. Goren picked up a stack of photos and quickly shifted through them, Eames aware of his actions, but not questioning. 'It's best to leave Bobby to himself when he's this way,' she rationalized to herself. She began to wander the apartment, settling herself in front of Damon's desk. Lost in credit card statements showing that Damon was indeed living the good life, Eames barely heard Goren's gasp. But the crash that followed got her attention.

"Bobby, what is it?" she asked, rushing back to where he stood, a broken picture frame on the floor by his feet. His eyes were closed and he seemed to be swaying a bit, but when he felt the pressure of Eames's hand on his arm, he seemed to come to.

"I, uh, I just dropped this. No bother, I'll clean it up," despite the fact that Goren had never before dropped something on accident, not that Eames was aware of. She nodded and returned to the desk, where her eyes skimmed over Damon's paperwork without reading a word. She had seen her partner upset before, of course, she had even seen him close to breakdown. But always with a reason. This case seemed an unlikely one for him to become upset over - there was no Nicole Wallace, no schizophrenic doctors, no way Goren could convince himself this death was his fault. Eames tried to shrug it off and concluded the search of Damon's apartment while Goren slowly cleaned up the fragments of the picture frame.

Back at the Major Case Squad offices, Goren's demeanor had returned mostly to normal. He was poring over the medical examiner's report, Damon Sanders' personal affects, and several books. Eames sat across from him, reading reviews of Damon's acting work on the Internet. Captain Deakins approached the two swiftly; as always, he seemed to be busy. "How's it coming?" Goren didn't respond. Eames looked up with an almost apologetic smile and responded, "We're really not turning up any leads. He's got a clean record, there were no leads from the body itself-"

"-Well, maybe one," Goren interjected. Eames looked at him expectantly, but he merely got up from his desk and walked away. Deakins sat himself on the edge of Eames' desk and looked down at her.

"Dare I ask?" he said, his tone only half-joking.

"Oh, you know Bobby. He'll come fill us in when he's sure he's got it." Eames's tone and words betrayed what she was really feeling - that something was wrong, and Bobby wasn't telling her what it was. She expected he'd keep it from the captain, but Eames had always felt that Bobby confided in her. 'I'll have to give it time,' she thought with an internal sigh. Deakins got up with a nod and walked back to his own office, leaving Eames to read more stunningly awful reviews of Damon Sanders.