Hullo yet again! Thanks to my reviewers : Audacious, Alamo Girl, The Coffin Dancer and Talifiney (thanks for your compliment!) Here's the latest chappie, I hope it's worthy of LAW AND ORDER :CI..

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CHAPTER 2 – MEETING A LEYEND

"My name is Jane Malcolm; my father is Jack Malcolm, owner of Malcolm Industry Towers. The Malcolm Towers are becoming the next Twin Towers really. We have a nice loft in a good neighborhood, the closest thing to crime we've had was that kid who tried to barbecue a cat. Dad and me live a fairly quiet life. I don't party or go clubbing, nothing of that sort. I usually read and surf the web..."

Jane stopped speaking abruptly. She was babbling. And in front of her hero, the Robert Goren. She tried not to blush in embarrassment as she glanced at the big 6'4 man sitting in front of her. But, apparently, he didn't seem to notice. He just looked at her, a concentrating look shadowing his features. Like when one is doing one of those 1,500 piece puzzles. But, why would he look at her like that? She started to feel a bit awkward.

Det. Eames, who was writing everything Jane said on a small pad, suddenly looked "Surf the web? So you chat with people? Have you chatted with people you don't know, maybe?" she prompted.

Jane suppressed the urge to roll her eyes. "I know better than to talk with people I don't know. And no, I don't chat, I'm not stupid. " she said with a bit of an edge.

Robert Goren gave a start, dropped the pencil he was toying with a loud clatter on the metal interrogation room. She looked at him, puzzled at what troubled him so.He avoided her gaze, and quickly stood up, mumbling about having to out for a minute, and walked out the door. She heard a series of taps on the one-way window. Eames, clearly concerned, rose up and with a "We'll be right back" walked out.

Jane leaned back on her chair, disappointed. Was this the Robert Goren she so idolized? Was this the sleuthing genius she had compared with Sherlock Holmes at one time? She felt utterly let down. Robert Goren was just another dumb cop.

She didn't care.

But why did she feel like crying?

"Bobby?" Eames said softly, walking up to her partner.

Goren was pinching the bridge of his nose, with his other hand rubbing the back of his neck.

"It's amazing, really" he said softly, his voice straining.

She closed the distance between them. "What? The case? I have to admit it's strange, but we've had high profile kidnappings before. I think we have an advantage really, since the dad is limited to a wheelc-"

"I don't mean the case"

"Then...what?"

"The girl..." he whispered.

"The girl? Well...she's a bit snobbish, but-"

"Can't you see it?" he asked weakly.

She looked around at the small group of detectives around the water cooler, staring at them. "See what?" she asked in a softer tone, coming closer.

"She's like a ghost..." His voice cracked.

She debated putting her hand on his arm or not. She decided against it. "Ghost...? Bobby, you're not making sense..."

"Nicole...She's just like her..." At this he raised his head and stared at her.

Eames felt shell-shocked. Goren had had his small break-downs...but it lasted for a minute or two. But this...this was a whole other level. It wasn't just that people got to him...this time, she felt real fear emanating from the giant of a man.

And all because of an Australian psychopath God she hated that bit-

Eames heard a door open. Damn, couldn't she finish one sentence today?

Deakins strolled towards them, sending a look to the gossiping detectives. They fled, tittering away. The chief just shook his head and sighed "Worse than old maids..." he muttered "Anyway, Goren, what happened? You just took off."

"I'm fine...I , uh, didn't sleep well last night...Let's go in shall we?" Goren walked rapidly to the door of the interrogation room. Before opening the door he hesitated. He stood there for a minute. A man on a high- diving board.

Deakins heard him draw a shuddering breath. Then he went in.

Deakins looked at Eames, an unspoken question.

"Nicole Wallace" Eames stated "Haunting from the, hopefully, grave."