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An hour later, Goren rushed into the captain's office, where Eames was already sitting, awaiting his arrival. She couldn't get anything out of him on the phone, just a breathless, "I'll be in there in 5 minutes." Without a greeting, Goren opened his trusty binder and pulled out a photograph and passed it to Eames. Eames looked it over, it was a normal snapshot of a woman, probably late 20's, with her arm around Damon Sanders. She passed it quickly to Deakins, who scanned it as Eames did. They both looked at Goren expectantly.
"Her name's Emily Dimitrio." he said, grabbing the photo back. "I used to know her."
"Is this the picture in the frame you dropped?" Eames asked, already knowing the answer. Goren nodded and turned to Deakins. "I was reading over his credit card statements and it clicked. He'd been spending thousands of dollars on a woman. Saks 5th Avenue, expensive restaurants every night."
"What makes you think it's this woman?" Deakins interrupted. Eames turned her eyes on Goren, who squirmed uncomfortably and stumbled over his words. Deakins held up a hand. "Let me guess, you have a hunch? Back it up and come back to me," he said, all business but not cruel. Bobby went to the door, but as always, let Eames go before him. 'Back it up' he thought. 'How the hell am I supposed to back it up?' He continued his inner monologue until Eames tapped him lightly on the shoulder. "Wake up, Bobby," she said playfully, but she could see in his somber brown eyes that he did not want to play.
"Okay, Bobby, who is this woman?" There was only one reason for his behavior - she had to have hurt him bad.
"Just someone I used to know. Haven't spoken to her in years."
"You have to give me more than that, Bobby."
"No, I don't, Alex," he practically spat her name. She was taken aback by his tone, and by his use of her first name. He always called her Eames. She started to retort, but fell silent at the gleam in his eyes - one she'd only witnessed in the presence of a suspect Goren was trying to nail. The fiercely determined and unrelenting gleam. Goren stood up from his desk and started to walk out. He turned back to Eames. "Coming?"
"Where are we going?"
"To back it up," he replied, walking out the door ahead of her. Eames walked silently behind him, noticing briefly the lack of his usual chivalry. She noticed more how quickly he was walking. She was practically running to keep up. When they reached their SUV, Goren grabbed the keys from her. She looked on, stunned, as Goren almost never drove. She climbed into the passenger's seat, grimly thinking, 'I hope this is over soon.' Eames missed her good old Bobby.
An hour later, Goren rushed into the captain's office, where Eames was already sitting, awaiting his arrival. She couldn't get anything out of him on the phone, just a breathless, "I'll be in there in 5 minutes." Without a greeting, Goren opened his trusty binder and pulled out a photograph and passed it to Eames. Eames looked it over, it was a normal snapshot of a woman, probably late 20's, with her arm around Damon Sanders. She passed it quickly to Deakins, who scanned it as Eames did. They both looked at Goren expectantly.
"Her name's Emily Dimitrio." he said, grabbing the photo back. "I used to know her."
"Is this the picture in the frame you dropped?" Eames asked, already knowing the answer. Goren nodded and turned to Deakins. "I was reading over his credit card statements and it clicked. He'd been spending thousands of dollars on a woman. Saks 5th Avenue, expensive restaurants every night."
"What makes you think it's this woman?" Deakins interrupted. Eames turned her eyes on Goren, who squirmed uncomfortably and stumbled over his words. Deakins held up a hand. "Let me guess, you have a hunch? Back it up and come back to me," he said, all business but not cruel. Bobby went to the door, but as always, let Eames go before him. 'Back it up' he thought. 'How the hell am I supposed to back it up?' He continued his inner monologue until Eames tapped him lightly on the shoulder. "Wake up, Bobby," she said playfully, but she could see in his somber brown eyes that he did not want to play.
"Okay, Bobby, who is this woman?" There was only one reason for his behavior - she had to have hurt him bad.
"Just someone I used to know. Haven't spoken to her in years."
"You have to give me more than that, Bobby."
"No, I don't, Alex," he practically spat her name. She was taken aback by his tone, and by his use of her first name. He always called her Eames. She started to retort, but fell silent at the gleam in his eyes - one she'd only witnessed in the presence of a suspect Goren was trying to nail. The fiercely determined and unrelenting gleam. Goren stood up from his desk and started to walk out. He turned back to Eames. "Coming?"
"Where are we going?"
"To back it up," he replied, walking out the door ahead of her. Eames walked silently behind him, noticing briefly the lack of his usual chivalry. She noticed more how quickly he was walking. She was practically running to keep up. When they reached their SUV, Goren grabbed the keys from her. She looked on, stunned, as Goren almost never drove. She climbed into the passenger's seat, grimly thinking, 'I hope this is over soon.' Eames missed her good old Bobby.
