Disclaimer: I wish I owned this show, and by extension, bobby goren... but alas. I don't. Lucky Dick Wolf & Co.

At home in his apartment that night, Bobby tried to think of anything but Emily. He couldn't stop her face from entering his thoughts. He paced his apartment, feeling pent up and crazy. The war raging within him was not one he was used to. His duty, his civic obligation, was to find the evidence she had killed, and nail her. His instinct was to find her and tell her no matter what she had done, he loved her and always would.

Goren was just slipping into sleep when the phone rang. He grabbed it eagerly. "Emily?"

"No, Bobby, it's Alex. Sorry. I just wanted… this is really… I don't want to have to tell you this."

"What is it? Is she okay?"

"No, Bobby, she's not."

Goren pulled up next to a S.W.A.T. vehicle and jumped out without cutting the engine. He saw Eames in the midst of the hubbub and raced towards her. Breathless, he asked, "Where is she?"

"She's on the roof," Eames answered, avoiding her partner's eyes. He pushed past the other officers into the building. One started to go after him. "No, that's Goren," Eames said. The other officer backed down. They had all heard loud and clear, Dimitrio's one demand: "I need to talk to Bobby - to Goren."

Goren didn't wait for the elevator. He bounded up the stairs, 3 at a time, bursting through the roof access door like a madman. "Emily!" he shouted, looking around and not seeing her.

"I'm right here, Bobby." She stepped in front of him and he couldn't stop himself from throwing his arms around her. He started to pull away when he realized what he'd done, but she reciprocated the embrace, putting her arms around his waist and burying her face in his chest. She stayed there for a minute, with Goren wishing she'd stay there forever. She pulled back and looked up at him apologetically.

"I didn't think you'd come. If I were you, I wouldn't come."

"Good thing you're not me, then."

"Ah, the wit. It makes me weak in the knees," a flirting smile on her lips, Emily put her arms back around him. "Nobody ever sees you like this… oh, I'm sure people imagine it. But only I get to see it."

"What?"

"You. When you're not perfect. When you don't know everything."

"People see me like that all the time," he protested. Emily gave a derisive laugh.

"Oh, come on, Bobby. Even when you're wrong, no one focuses on it. Because you get it right in the end, don't you? You always do."

"Emily, what is the point of bringing me here?"

"I just wanted to tell you that even if you can't solve something, Bobby… that's not the end of the world. Let Eames take the wheel sometimes, admit you have no clue what to do, you don't understand every aspect of human nature, you're not nauseatingly perfect, for Christ's sake!"

"I don't think people think that."

"Oh, come on, you're a veritable god in Major Case. It makes me sick."

"Why? Because I made something of myself without you?"

"That was cruel. Much better."

"If this is some attempt to make me exorcise my demons, it's an exercise in futility."

"Ooh, word play! This is getting really juicy now!"

"Stop playing games with me, Emily!"

"I don't know what else to do," she said, her voice small and plaintive. It stopped him. Something Ron Carver had said during a previous case floated through his head -'It must be frustrating, a mind even you can't unlock.' He was right. It was frustrating.

"How about telling me the truth about this whole thing?"

"Fine. Fine, you know what… you deserve it. I mean, you solve all your crimes, I'm not going to leave this one unsolved for you. I killed Damon Sanders, okay?"

"Why?" Goren didn't miss a beat, although the confession had sent his mind reeling.

"Because he was semi-important enough to possibly get the Major Case Squad called in."

"You killed someone to see if I'd get the case? You could've just called me, for Christ's sake!"

"That wouldn't have been any fun, would it have? Besides, I wasn't lying earlier - he did use me, he was disgusting and self-important."

"So you took someone's life because, basically, you felt like it?" Goren was trying to look in Emily's eyes, but she was staring at the ground, chewing her lip. "Emily, that's not like you. You don't even eat meat. And you expect me to believe you murdered someone in cold blood?"

"God damn it, Robert. Don't analyze me. I just confessed, okay? Accept it. Arrest me and let's go."

"Who are you protecting?"

"I'm not protecting anybody! Jesus, Bobby, you have this on a platter! Let's go! Please, Bobby… just arrest me."

"Emily, you know I can't do that."

"Why not? It's your job, you love your job."

"I don't love my job as much as I love justice - and this isn't justice. I don't love it as much as I love you." Goren couldn't believe what he'd just said, and apparently neither could Emily. She turned away and crossed her arms.

"NOW you pull this bullshit on me? Great timing, babe," she muttered. Goren could barely hear her over the wind and the faint din of the cops on the ground. He wondered for a second whether S.W.A.T. was going to try to come in. He could only hope they'd trust him.

"You just have to trust me, Captain!" Eames was shouting to Deakins. "Look, you know him. You know how good he is."

"He's emotional -"

"He's always emotional! That's what makes him good! Give him a chance. From what I saw of her, I don't think she's easy to crack. He can't have S.W.A.T. bursting in on them - he'll lose whatever trust he's gaining."

"Damn it… Alex, I can't help it. I'm being pulled two ways here. I know Goren's good, but we can't wait around here all night while he plays mind games with a murderer!"

"Let me go up and see what's happening. I'll radio down if we need backup. She's not a huge threat, Captain. She's not going to open fire or anything. From what we know, she's suicidal. Not homicidal."

"Okay. You go. I'll keep them out for 5 minutes - you have 5 minutes, Alex!" He called after her, but she was already running into the building. She took the stairs two at a time, slowing just outside the Roof Access door. She didn't want to do exactly what she was trying to prevent S.W.A.T. from doing. She slipped out of the door, but both Goren and Emily had their backs to her. She stayed in the shadows, trying to pick up a clue. She couldn't hear anything, but body language was as good as words. Emily was pissed, Goren stoic. What is going on, she wondered.

"Emily, I'm not kidding. I'm not arresting you. We may as well go down and explain to everybody that it was a mistake. You didn't break any laws, they should just hold you for psychiatric reasons," Goren winced after he said that. Emily tensed and whirled on him.

"And what if I tell them the great Detective Goren tried to convince me to lie about a murder confession? Wanted me to run?"

"They won't believe you, Em. I'll just pull out some book and tell them about your disease-"

"WHAT disease?"

"Pseudologia fantastica - whatever it takes. I'm not letting you confess to a crime you didn't commit."

"You don't know I didn't."

"Yes, I do."

"You have a hunch? Well this time it's public - look, news choppers! And you already embarrass your captain on a regular basis - being an unconventional NYPD detective. Being quirky and swoopy… and genius. But maybe this time, you're the one who's head is fucked up. You snapped! You saw me, and remembered my tragic suicide attempt and how badly you failed, and you snapped."

Goren had nothing to say. He knew the story would stike a chord with the captain - and possibly the A.D.A. He had definitely embarrassed them before - and they had all seen how shaken he was by Emily. "Why do you do this, Emily?"

"You're supposed to be the one with the answers."

"Okay. I'm placing you under arrest," Goren said, monotonously. Eames saw him pull out his handcuffs and rushed forward. Goren looked surprised but didn't say anything. He stood, holding his handcuffs and staring at Emily. Eames gently pushed him out of the way and placed the cuffs on Emily. Two officers came out of stairwell and took her. Eames turned to look at Goren and could hardly believe it when she saw him crying.