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.
Secrets
Chapter 5: The Set Up
Observation Room
Goren and Eames found Deakins and Carver waiting for them in the Observation Room, looking confused and annoyed.
"So what did he do?" Deakins asked, "he doesn't look unhappy been here? Why?"
"He likes me that's, why," Eames answered. "But that doesn't matter we wanna charge him with conspiracy and disobeying NYPD and also attempted cop killing."
"That's all?" Carver asked, looking from Eames and Goren.
"Yeah," Goren answered for Eames. She didn't look to happy as she was watching Al staring at the glass. She was glaring at him even though she knew he couldn't see her.
"I had to shoot him before he shot me first," Eames explained, before Carver and Deakins questioned her. "But I deliberately missed him anyway," she added, turning back to Al sitting in the interrogation room.
"Ok, that was good of you, and now lets charge the bastard so we can keep going with investigating the murder/missing Johnson case," Carver suggested.
Interrogation room
Deakins went in the interrogation and charged with the three offences. Al was taken from the interrogation room and sent home. Al was trying to find Detective Eames before he left to say goodbye to her but she was in the interrogation room interrogating Mark Matthews. Then Al saw his misses. Denise Matthews looking very pissed off at someone.
"Hey, Denise," he said, waving to her. She looked up and saw him and smiled.
"Hey, Al," she answered, grinning. "The bastards are trying to get Mark into confessing he killed that woman,"
"You mean Olivia?"
"Yeah. How'd you know?"
"Around," he answered and he hugged her, smelt the sent in her air that made his heart jump. He always loved her, even though she was married to the dickhead Henry Talbot before Mark.
"Why don't we go for a walk?" Al asked Denise.
"What about Mark?"
"We'll come back," he assured her and put his arm around her. He finally got her alone and now they could talk business about the Detectives. He knew there was still a Henry Talbot inside her.
Interrogation room
"So what if I saw her last does that matter?"
"You're the last person to ever see Miss Johnson alive and you're trying to make up believe you didn't kill her, what did she do? Did she want to tell the misses about your little trips that aren't trips?" Goren yelled.
"Don't try and make this personal Detective," he smirked and gave Eames his smile. The same smile he gave Denise when she fell in love with him and her little shits came alone with her; he didn't know she had kids from Henry Talbot that ass. Of course he wanted to least impress Detective Eames coz she was one of hot woman to be in the police force. But she was hard to impress and Henry told me when I visited him when we discussed about Denise and easy women. Of course to try and impress the women detective because she was definitely one of the hotter ones.
"Like I said so what if I did see her last?"
"Just tell her where she is," Eames asked firmly. "And we might even not be so hard on you," she added, glancing at Goren. Mark laughed.
"What if I already have a hard on, on you?" Mark asked. Mark could feel the tension in the air from Goren who was right beside him. He knew something was going on between them. Just in the interrogation room you could just sense there was love in the air by the way Eames and Goren were looking at each other.
"Don't be a smart ass, Mark, no one is that gullible as you," Goren said firmly to Mark. He laughed again and licked his lips at Eames. How could you not look at her she was really sexy looking and hot as Henry described her, beautiful and cunning, just they way he liked them. But as the look on her made him even hornier Goren grabbed a chair and sat next to him.
"So tell us now or we'll put in your cell again," Goren yelled.
"Ok, ok, East River near Brooklyn," he confessed. As he finished the two detectives got up and left him. He giggled as he knew they weren't gonna find her because Al and Denise already shifted her. We he hoped they did or they were gonna pay the price as he always did.
East River
Goren and Eames arrived at the scene but saw nothing. No trace of evidence she was even there. No dry blood and no nothing.
"We've been made fools of," Eames confirmed Goren as they CSU were still checking the scene.
"Bastard," Goren muttered. They called the CSU team to stop checking the areas and drove back to One Police Plaza. Goren and Eames wondering what who and why someone moved the body.
Back in the interrogation room
"Who moved it?" Goren asked, firmly, almost nose-to-nose with Mark back in the interrogation room.
"Who moved what?" Mark mocked, laughing.
"Don't fuck with me," he snapped at him. Touchy, touchy, Mark thought, he gave him a sly look.
"Isn't that Detective Eames job?" Mark asked, grinning. Eames glared at him and was just about to say something before Goren answered.
"Don't put her into this," he hissed.
"Just tell us, Mark, we know one of your ratty friends moved Olivia Johnson's body and now tell us," Eames glared at him.
"You already know stop wasting your breath you probably know who moved them anyway, apparently you have already talked to them," he laughed. Eames and Goren looked at each other.
"Denise," they both said in unison.
"And Al Jackson," Mark added, smirking at them. "You'll find them or her," he sneered.
"Let's just see about that," Goren snapped. Eames followed him out the door.
"Deakins!" Goren yelled. Deakins snapped his head towards his two favourite detectives.
"We arrest and search warrants for Al's Construction now," he yelled, while Eames grabbed the car keys to her SUV.
"Let's go," she shouted at him.
Al's Construction, Brooklyn
They found Denise tied up and gagged at Al's Construction, behind a load of boxes on a plastic chair that looked very uncomfortable.
"Shit," Eames murmured and untied her. "Are you all right?" she asked, taking off the gag out of her mouth.
"He-he's here," she whispered to her.
"C'mon lets get you out of here," Eames whispered helping her up. But she just made her stood up when she felt a knife to her throat. Goren froze.
"Don't move," Al hissed at her. Goren was staring at Al with a look of curiosity and anger. He didn't want Al to know he really cared about Alex but he guessed like hell. Denise sat back down in her chair and grinned at them. Goren eyed her in confusion.
"Didn't I tell you they would come after ya, Denise," Al laughed and pulled Alex to face him. Then Denise pulled out a gun and aimed it at Goren.
"Ok, ok, nice set up you really got us there," Goren laughed, trying not to sound nervous, especially with a gun aimed at him and a knife put to Alex's throat. Alex attempted to laugh but by the way Al was looking at her she didn't even want to breathe.
"So, what are you two trying to prove, today?"
"Shut up." Denise shouted at Goren.
"Oh, real good trying to prove that you both psycho's and people that don't give a shit that you may go to jail for at least – maybe for the rest of your life," Goren suddenly yelled.
"So you both moved the body, where did you put it?" Eames asked, firmly.
"Where you're gonna be, soon, Alex," Al answered, giggled.
"Go to hell," she snapped at him. Goren gave her a 'don't say anything' look at her. She knew Goren was right.
"Right. Hell? Isn't that where your husband is?" Al asked Alex. That made Alex pissed off so she stood on Al's foot hard. He screamed in pain fell backwards. Denise yelled in anger and pointed the gun at Alex. Bobby grabbed Alex and pulled her towards him, hugging her to his chest.
"If you move again, Detective you're gonna wish you were never born," Denise shouted at her. Denise glared at them both. Her eyes looked like fire as she trained the gun on both of them while she helped Al up. He growled at them.
"Bloody women," he muttered, glancing at Alex. She started to lunge at Al but Goren held her back before she could get killed. Bobby leaned next to her ear.
"Please, don't do anything," he whispered.
"NO TALKING!" Denise screamed at them.
"Now let's start the game," Al grinned at them. Alex and Bobby both looked at each other in confusion and terror. They didn't want to what kind of 'game' they were playing.
"Let's start with, Detective Robert Goren," Denise smiled at him, still the gun trained of both of them. "Truth or dare?" she asked.
"Umm…truth," he answered, glancing at Alex. She looked terrified and just could see tears welling up in her eyes.
"How much do you love Alex?"
"Um…very much."
"Good." Denise smiled; she glanced at Al and grinned even more.
"Alex, truth or dare?" Al asked her.
"…Truth." She answered, glancing at Goren.
"How much do love, Bobby?"
"I love him heaps," she answered, firmly. "More than Mark ever loved you," she added, half mumbled the answer.
"What did you say?" Denise snapped at her.
"I said more –" she started to yell.
"Than Mark ever loved you," Goren finished her sentence off. "God this reminds me of the last time we had a chat," he reflected, narrowing his eyes at Denise. She glared at him. "Remember? About that Henry was using you as a cash machine. Doesn't that mean Mark probably is too? Because it seems like you're doing all the work and Mark's paying him…How much is paying you? A million? Four million? Five point one? Am I getting closer?" he voiced raising every question at Mark. Mark was stifling a laugh at the look on Denise's face.
"Not even close," he answered, giggling, glancing at Denise in a jokily way. She gave him a glare.
"Tell me that it's not true," she demanded to him, firmly.
"Maybe at least half of it but the rest of it is bullshit that they made up," he confessed and glared at them both.
"Oh, sure you're that impulsive that you lie twice in a row," Alex muttered angrily. "Why don't for once in your whole stinking life you tell the truth," she challenged him.
"Don't make me kill you, sweetie," Al snapped, but sweetly.
"Yeah, c'mon lets play the game again," Goren yelled, smiled at him and laughed. "Truth or dare?"
"This is stupid," Al yelled.
"Answer!"
"OK, truth," he answered, looking from Denise to the detectives.
"Is it true that you moved the body of Olivia Johnson? And is it also true that you made Denise go into this little scam with promising that you would get her husband out?" Al stared at them, making Goren step back a little. He knew he got him in the lie now he was ready to snap.
He grabbed Alex by her arm and pulled her back to where he was. Al laughed. Denise stood in her place in confusion. She didn't know who to believe, Al, her long time friend boyfriend or the detectives. Of course she knew the detectives proved her wrong about her husband the first time now she didn't know what to think.
"C'mon Denise, you've been through this before, every guy knows you're a cash machine because Henry told them about you and your money," Goren reminded her.
"Even if you didn't know about the money you'll still be played by Al and Mark, they're jerks, let us get rid of them. Make us put them where they belong in jail," Alex reasoned with Denise.
The sisterhood was kicking in good. She smiled at her. She motioned her hand to get the gun but suddenly pulled the gun to her head.
"There's no point living anymore," she whispered, then pulled the trigger. Alex and Bobby yelled something but was the gun shot overpowered them. Al looked surprised and dropped the knife and kneeled down to Denise. Bobby and Alex knew she was gone, it was too late.
Goren grabbed Al before he could get the knife again.
"Al Jackson, you are under arrest," Goren said, firmly, pulling Al up to his feet. Alex grabbed her cell phone and dialed 911.
The police and paramedics didn't take long to get there.
Deakins and ADA Carver arrived together, looking worried. Goren and Eames were sitting together on the car while Al was in the backseat ready to be taken away by the uniforms.
"What the hell happened?" Deakins asked, as Al Jackson was put into a police vehicle.
"Al was a cell mate of Henry's and Mark was a best friend his," Goren explained. "They all killed Olivia because she was going to expose to Denise…that they only wanted her money, fifty million, every penny," he continued, then he looked up as the paramedics put a body bag over Denise Talbot's body.
"Denise couldn't take it anymore, the lies, the cheating and the killing so she took her own life to be away from all the crap," Eames informed them.
"Sometimes maybe the only way to get away from everything is to sacrifice your own life," Goren told Deakins. He smiled and Carver looked from Goren to Eames.
"Good job you two," he congratulated them.
"Go out and get something to eat," Deakins told them. "Go on, go," he shooed them away.
"Thanks, Jimmy," Goren laughed and they both went to the car. They got in and Eames started the car.
"Was it true what you said about me?" Eames asked, curiously.
"Huh?"
"That you loved me? Is it true?"
Goren blushed.
"Yeah, how couldn't I?" He answered.
"What if I told you that you're the only descent man I ever worked over the past four years?"
"I would be flattered," he replied.
"What if we just went to my place and order Chinese? Would you like that?"
"Yes, I would." He smiled and leaned over to Alex and softly kissed her. Deakins saw his best detectives. He knew they will always be good together. Alex and Bobby, it had good ring to it, Mrs. Alex Goren and Mr. Robert Goren.
Sweet, Deakins thought, can't wait to the see the proposal.
Mark Matthews got sent jail for the rest of his life along with Al Jackson.
Fin.
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