Goren studied Wilson Henry through the one-way glass. He was a small man, balding, pale. The orange jumpsuit gave him a little color and the thick, dark-rimmed glasses made him look, well, as Eames said, like a dweeb. He smiled at that. Behind him, Deakins and Carver just watched and waited. Logan and Barek were there as well, since it was their case. Eames leaned against the wall by the door, waiting for him to get ready to go into the interrogation room with her to face their assailant. Goren had only been back on the job for little over a week. She was not about to let him go in there alone, and Deakins agreed with her. The big detective tried to make a case for taking Logan in with him, but Eames had called him a stupid ass and told him to shut up. She was going in there with him. It was her right as his partner, and he finally conceded. Goren looked at Logan and Barek. "Uh, he has some bruises on his face. How'd he get those?"

Logan replied, "He…resisted."

Goren looked at Barek, who just shrugged. He met his partner's eyes before he looked back through the glass. "Where's his lawyer?"

"To quote the man," Logan answered. "'I don't need no goddam lawyer.'"

Goren nodded and looked at the ADA. "Mr. Carver?"

Carver shrugged. "If the man refuses counsel, there's not much we can do about it."

He looked back through the glass. "He's smart. Did you get his waiver of counsel in writing, Logan?"

"I've done this before, Goren. Yeah, we got it."

The big detective looked over his shoulder at his fellow detective. "Sorry."

"Are you sure you're up for this, detective?" Carver asked.

"I'm up for it, Mr. Carver. Ready, Eames?"

"Whenever you are, Bobby."

"Let's go."

Deakins and Carver moved to the glass and turned on the intercom as the detectives entered the room. Carver looked at the captain. "You're sure about this, Captain?"

"Do you want your confession for those murdered women?"

"Captain, this man shot both of those officers. Goren almost died. Are you sure they can do this, and do it right?"

Deakins looked at the ADA. "Absolutely, Mr. Carver."

Carver shrugged and they turned their attention to the interrogation room.

Eames took a seat at the table as Goren began. "Hello, Wil. It's been a long time."

Henry looked up and studied the big detective. He looked confused. "Detective Goren?"

"You remember me. Good. This is my partner, Detective Eames."

"No, your partner is a man…Detective Sullivan."

"No, not for a long time. Detective Eames and I have been partners for the last five years. So tell me, Wil, why are you so surprised to see me?"

"You are…I…you're supposed to be dead, Goren. You and Sullivan."

"Now why would you think that?"

Henry turned his attention from the detective and stared past him toward the mirror. Goren paced for a minute. Eames said, "Well? There has to be a reason you thought my partner was dead."

Henry looked from one detective to the other. He decided to talk to Eames, which did not sit well with her partner. "Your partner killed my mother!"

"Really? Detective Goren, you never told me you killed Mr. Henry's mother."

"Tell me, Wil." He leaned toward the little man. "How did I kill your mother?"

"You sent me to Rikers. You and Sullivan."

Goren nodded and paced in front of the mirror. He laughed. "I sent you to Rikers? How do you figure that? You were the one stealing artifacts. That's why you went up. And you were convicted by a jury and sentenced by a judge. We arrested you, and then the matter was out of our hands." He stopped pacing and looked toward the suspect. "So you ambushed us. Well, you screwed that up, Wil. Sullivan and I both survived your little plot. That was very sloppy of you. Your stay at Rikers was a cakewalk compared to what you're facing now."

Eames could tell her partner was getting worked up. She caught his eye, and he seemed to settle, but he resumed his pacing. There was that boundless energy. She asked the suspect, "How did you get on top of the museums?"

"That was easy. I worked in those every one of those museums at one time or another. I made copies of all the keys. I knew my way around. They don't change the locks in the stairwells leading up to the roof."

Goren went off on another tangent. "That was something, planting those bodies in the park, waiting for the police to show up and then trying to pick us off. Brilliant." He turned to face Henry; the look in his eyes unsettled his partner. "But you hit my partner. She never did a damn thing to you. You hit two other detectives from our squad. Again they never did anything to you. That wasn't smart." He placed his fists on the table, leaning forward, head tilted down to look Henry in the eye. "You're looking at the death penalty, Wil. You killed three cops." He walked to the mirror, still unsettled and fidgety. He looked back at Henry. "It's a good thing your mom's not around to see this, wouldn't you say?"

Henry suddenly exploded out of his chair. Eames pushed her chair backwards out of his way as Goren moved forward, between her and the suspect. Henry climbed over the table, but Goren grabbed him and slammed him backwards, prone onto the tabletop.

Behind the glass, Logan and Barek stood ready. "You want us to get in there, Captain?"

Deakins raised a hand. "Goren has him under control."

Logan frowned. "Yeah, but who has Goren under control?"

Goren leaned down toward the suspect, who didn't have the sense to be frightened. "What are you gonna do, Wil?" he yelled. "I'm not your sister. You're not going to get your hands around my throat like you did those women you lured us into the park with. What were you thinking? Huh? What went through your mind as you strangled the life out of them and butchered them? Tell me. I'm interested."

"Let me up, then."

"Only if you behave."

"Leave my mother out of it and I will."

Goren released him and stepped back, careful to remain between Henry and Eames. "Ok, Wil. Let's hear it. What the hell were you thinking?"

Henry returned to his seat, straightening his glasses and smoothing his shirt. "My sister did a vanishing act. But she is the one who should be here, not me! She killed my mother."

"Really? I thought I killed your mother."

Eames got up and walked past her partner, subtly reminding him she was there and he needed to calm down. She had never seen him like this. She took the next question, to give Goren a chance to settle down. She was getting a grasp of Henry's mindset, unstable though it was. "So you found women who looked like her, and killed them. Then you removed their kidneys…"

Henry looked off into space, not giving his attention to either detective. "Just one of them. I only took one kidney from each of them. I gave them to Mother."

Eames frowned, not quite sure she wanted the answer to her next question. "You gave them…to your mother?"

"She needed a kidney. Now she has four."

"But…she's dead," Eames pointed out.

Henry turned his glare toward her. Goren tensed, not liking this suspect paying any attention to his partner. "I buried them with her," he spat. "How else was I supposed to give them to her? Your partner made sure I couldn't do anything else to help her!"

Goren shook his head, redirecting Henry's attention away from Eames. "Why the setups, Wil? Why were you killing cops?"

"Because you took me from my mother. She would not have died if I had been taking care of her!"

"Your mother died of pneumonia! Her dialysis was going well, according to her doctors. She could have lived another ten years. It was pneumonia."

"Lies! Don't tell me more lies!" Henry screamed. "My sister killed her by not giving her a kidney! She needs to go to jail for murder!"

Goren shook his head. He had spoken to Henry's sister. "No. Your sister was never under any obligation to donate a kidney to your mother. And your mother understood that. Sally had her own life to live. She wanted children. She didn't want anything to put her future family at risk."

"She could still have had kids. All she had to do was give one kidney…"

"Things happen, Wil. There are risks with any procedure. It was not a risk your sister was willing to take, and that was her right."

"No! It was her responsibility to save my mother! And when you took me away from them I never got the chance to convince her to do what was right!"

"'Convince her?'" Eames asked. "How were you planning to 'convince' her?"

Henry got to his feet, leaned menacingly toward the detective, and said, "When I got done with her, she would have been glad to give Mother a kidney!"

"Sit down, Wil!" Goren yelled. He leaned closer to the suspect, and the rage Eames saw in his eyes actually frightened her. She looked toward the mirror, then back at her partner. Goren's voice dropped in volume, but increased in menace. "You've done enough harm, don't you think?" He slammed his fist into the table…and dented it. Eames looked again toward the mirror, then back to her partner.

"Goren…" she started.

He looked at her, realizing he was on the edge. Again, she grounded him. He backed off, turning away from the suspect. "You're done, Wil. And so am I."

The door opened. Barek and Logan stood in the doorway with two uniforms behind them. Goren waved a hand. "Get him out of here."

The uniforms took him away. Logan and Barek looked at Eames, who was watching her partner, concerned. They looked at Goren. "You ok, Goren?" Logan asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine." He turned and walked past the other detectives out of the room.

Logan looked at Barek. "So who's a loose cannon?"

Eames glared at him. "Watch it, Logan," she warned, pushing past him and his partner.

Barek shook her head. "You never know when to shut up, do you, Mike?"

Deakins and Carver stopped Eames in the hall. "Is your partner ok, detective?" Carver asked.

"He's fine, Mr. Carver. You have what you need?"

"I do. You both did good work in there. Now I have to hold up my end of the deal. I have indictments to file."

Deakins waited until the ADA was gone before he turned to Eames. "You sure he's ok? He didn't look ok in there."

"Think about what that guy did, Captain. Would you be ok in there?"

"Good point."

She said, "He's not going to get the death penalty. Bobby realizes that. Listen to the man. Henry isn't sane."

"He doesn't have an attorney, Alex. He very well could get the death penalty."

"He certainly deserves it, but I have my doubts."

"The ball is in Carver's court now. It's out of our hands. Go talk to your partner, and then I want you both out of here. And I don't want either of you back until Monday morning. Got it?"

"Sure. I don't know if my partner will get it though."

"Well, see that he does. Have a good weekend."