She'd gotten all the dirt on Jennifer that morning. Late thirtes, Professor of Psychology at NYU, lived alone and Goren had met her at some seminar he'd dropped in to watch.
They'd done the really hard stuff of facing the body and working the scene. It tore her apart mentally to see it and the only comfort she'd gotten was knowing that her Goren was with her, they were partners, in it together. Now that seemed somehow different and she felt it that morning.
"How's Jennifer?" she asked teasingly, wanting more dirt on her than anything, as they walked through the room, to sit and have lunch.
"What? Oh great." Goren answered absently. She looked up at him, admiring his solid frame next to her petite one. God what I wouldn't give to……………..she was quickly brought out of her dream by a regular clicking of heels on the hard floor. What detective wears heels? She thought and laughed as she imagined herself doing this job in stilettos.
She flipped around and was greeted by…
"Jennifer," Goren welcomed. She smiled too sweetly again. "You've met Alex."
"So I have," Jennifer answered coldly. Even Goren couldn't help but notice this, harsh sounding attack on his partner.
"Yeah we have," Alex retorted icily. A large forced grin washed over her face. Argh, what does Goren see in her?
The atmosphere grew tense.
"Well we better go," Goren broke the ice. He looked at Eames strangely.
"Go?" Alex asked.
"Yes Robert and I are having lunch." Jennifer answered. She turned to walk out of the almost empty room, twisting out of his arm..
Goren smiled somewhat sheepishly, his way of an apology. "You more than welcome to …" he started.
"Robert, I don't think Alex wants to come. Do you?" Jennifer whispered in his ear, loud enough so Eames could here and looked at her expectantly.
"Thanks, Goren, I'd love to come!" she replied ignoring the look she got off Jennifer. She smiled. Ha, she thought, boo sucks to you. You're not having him without a fight lady, she decided and they all left the building together.