Eames found him at his desk. She sat on the desk and leaned back, trying to see his face. "Bobby?"
He didn't look up. "I nearly lost it in there, Eames."
She leaned closer. "Yeah, I saw that. But you didn't. You kept it under control. You did a good job."
He raised his eyes to look at her. "I kept it under control…because you were there."
She smiled. "That's why we're partners, Bobby. Remember? And I'm not going anywhere."
His face relaxed into a smile. She was right. Partners took care of each other, watched out for each other. They covered each other's backs and kept each other safe.
Barek and Logan approached them. Logan looked at Goren. "You sure you're ok?"
Goren studied him. "Do you care, Logan?"
"Not really, but somebody's gotta watch out for Eames since I've gotta take care of Barek."
"Excuse me," Barek said. "Who watches out for who, Logan?"
"Yeah, well…"
Goren chuckled softly. "That's what we do. We watch out for each other." He laid a hand on his partner's leg and nodded at the other team of detectives. "Let's get some dinner."
Eames smiled at him. "I think I want Italian."
Barek nodded. "Sounds good to me. Your treat, Mike."
"My treat? Hey…if I'm treating we're having Chinese."
They headed toward the elevators. Goren's gentle voice rumbled back toward the squad room. "Don't be cheap, Logan. Remember…these girls have our backs; we'd better treat them right. I'll split the bill with you…"