Summary: Goren and Eames investigate a homicide crime that brings up horrible memories from the past and breaks silence of deadly secrets that never should have been discovered.

Note: Don't know where the streets are located or suburbs are in New York. I'm from Australia, sorry if I have anything wrong in any stories.

Sometimes secrets are better kept deep.

Chapter two: Bad Memories

"Why hello, Eames, Goren," Denise Talbot smiled at them, while coming towards the two of them. Goren stood staring at her. Alex glanced at her partner to find him staring at her. "You remember me? Henry Talbot's wife. The one you proved wrong," she added. Alex smiled back at her.

"Hi, Mrs. Talbot," she said politely.

"Actually my name isn't Mrs. Talbot anymore its Mrs. Matthews," she corrected, firmly.

"I see," Alex replied and glanced at her partner still staring at her. "This way," she said to Mrs. Matthews.

"Thanks Deakins," Goren said smiling at him and followed his partner and the witness in the interview room. "Have a seat," he said, half clearing his throat. Goren sat across from Mrs. Matthews, the ex-wife of Henry Talbot and Detective Eames.

"So where was he two nights ago? You're husband?" Goren asked, curiously.

"At work," she replied, snippily and glanced at Eames.

"Where does he work?" Eames asked.

"Construction site, near Brooklyn, Al's Construction," she said smiling. Eames grabbed her notebook out of her pocket and wrote down the name of the construction site.

"Thanks, we'll be in touch," she smiled and Goren lead Mrs. Matthews out the door.

"Oh, and by the way," she said, turning around before the door closed on her. "This time I didn't pick the wrong man, I know," she muttered and glared at him and Eames and strode off.

"Someone forgot their medication," Alex muttered. Goren turned around and stifled a laugh.

"Let's go, for a ride to Al's Construction," Eames said sarcastically.

"Yeah, how fun," Bobby said sarcastically. Eames spun around before he got out of the door.

"I'm the only sarcastic bitch around here, got it," she teased.

"Well that means that I can only do funny things in the interrogation room," Bobby shot back, jokily.

"Deal," Eames replied.

"Deal."

Alexandra Eames pulled up at Al's Construction site with her partner Robert Goren studying the men that were in helmets and bright orange vests. They got out of the SUV at the same time making some of the men look up, curiously. Some smiled while some started to walk over slowly.

"What can I do for you?" one of them asked. Goren showed the man his police badge.

"I'm Detective Goren, this is my partner Detective Eames can we speak to your boss?" he asked politely. The man glanced at Goren then at Eames.

"I am the boss, Al Jackson," he replied.

"Do you know if Mark Matthews was working on Tuesday night?" Eames asked.

"Yeah, he works every Tuesday, why ask?" he asked, curiously.

"We are investigating a murder," Goren answered.

"And you really think that Mark Matthews did it?" he asked, doubtfully.

"Maybe, we're not sure yet," Eames answered, casually. "Of course if you have any information when he stopped working and when he got back," she suggested. Al Jackson looked from Eames to Goren.

"He started at five and worked till eleven and I don't know what happened after he left," Al answered.

"Are you sure?" Goren asked, rising one eyebrow. "Because if you lie to the police you can lose your reputation and your job," he shrugged and turned to Eames. "What happens to Construction Company's again?"

"Oh, yeah, they get burned and off the cities experts list," she answered.

"Ok, ok. Some girlfriend of his came after work and they both drove off together," Al admitted, angrily. "Next time if you wanna threatened me again, I'll sue you," he threatened and stormed off.

"Looks, like she is his girlfriend not a girl that's a friend," Goren stated.

"Can we would be able to get a warrant for Mark Matthews place?" Goren asked, ADA Ron Carver.

"Have you got any evidence yet?"

"No, but we're looking for it," Goren answered. Ron Carver, Deakins, Eames and Goren were all in Deakins office about the warrant.

"C'mon Carver, you know how we work," Eames backed up Goren.

"But you haven't got any evidence to convict him of anything," Carver argued, leaning against Deakins desk.

"Since when is this any different?" Goren asked.

"Since the witness," Carver answered. "Look, Detectives I'm sorry, you have to get evidence before I get a search warrant, try his friends," he suggested. Deakins looked from Eames to Goren. Both weren't happy about the decision but took ADA Carver's advice.

Eames pulled the car next to a Toyota; Corolla that looked like it had been through a rough time.

"Looks like someone been four wheel driving," Eames commented. Goren smiled at her, and then they got out of the car with Al's Construction workers looking up in anger.

"What now?" Al Jackson came over before they could move. "I told you, you need a warrant if you wanna get any closer," he threatened.

"Ease up we're just here to talk to Mark's friends," Goren advised him.

"Yeah, well, everyone here is a friend of his," Al replied, angrily. The guys behind him turned and looked at two Detectives.

"Close friends, is what we need," Eames corrected him.

"Well, like I said that's all of us, honey, now go off and get a bloody search warrant," he glared at them and spat a huge spit ball at, the spit ball landed at their feet.

"Very convenient," Eames muttered, angrily. Goren turned and walked away, Eames followed.

"Bastards," Goren muttered. "They're hiding something," he added.

"It looks like Mark Matthews must have told all of them something about the missing girl," Eames suggested, getting behind the steering wheel.

"I think she's dead," Goren commented, getting in the passengers side of the car, and closing the door. "I have feeling she's dead and they all know it."

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