"Stop stop stop, I can't breathe," Eames giggled breathlessly. Goren laughed, but stopped his onslaught, his fingers resting on her stomach. "Sucker." Eames' fingers attacked him again.

"You are an evil woman," He said as he pinned her.

She wriggled against him, and he jerked trying to prevent her from touching his sides. Her hands kept slipping out of his grip, and finally, he gripped her wrists in one hand and held them above her head. She had been laughing a second ago, but as her position switched, he face relaxed into an easy smile and she watched him.

"Now this... this I like." He growled. "Just you try it."

"Can't. I'm totally stuck. Trapped, pinned, helpless." Eames shook her head in mock despair.

"Liar." He waited, and when she tried to pull out of his grasp, he was expecting it, and tightened immediately. Now she was genuinely stuck. "I'm on to your wily ways."

"Wily." She repeated.

"Extremely wily." He nodded slowly.

"Wily E." She raised an eyebrow.

"Wily Eames." He corrected.

"Wily Eames Coyote." She grinned.

"Mhmm." He agreed.

Her cat blinked at them, and stretched lazily. And then Eames' phone rang. Her house phone, which meant that it could be one of two types of people: Family or Ex-boyfriends.

"Don't even think about it," Goren narrowed his eyes at her as she tensed.

"Think about what?"

"Answering the phone. It's a convenient ruse, but you won't trick me so easily."

Eames lay back, resigning herself to answering machine fate.

"Hi, I'm not available at the moment, but if you tell me your name and number, I'll probably get back to you at some point--." There was a click, as whoever called hung up.

Goren raised an eyebrow at her.

"At least I'm honest." She shrugged sheepishly.

"Is this why I only have your cell number?"

"I always pick up when it's you."

"Nuh uh." He shook his head.

"Except for that ONE time." She rolled her eyes.

"You were indisposed."

"I was." She smirked.

"Four two hours." He eyed her suspiciously.

"I.. you counted?" She looked puzzled.

"I had a lead." He shrugged.

"Oh. Well, yeah. But it was the middle of the night. Who gets a lead in their sleep?"

"I wasn't sleeping."

"Neither was I." She grinned wickedly.

"Oh." Realization hit him.

The phone rang again.

"Hi, I'm not available at the moment, but if you tell me your name and number, I'll probably get back to you at some point. Thanks. Please record your message at the tone." Beep.

"Alex, hey.. figures I'd get your machine. I uh.. well, I just wanted to call and see how you were. It's Eric, by the way, heh. But I guess you knew that. I hope you knew that. Oh jeez.."

Goren held her down as she instinctively lunged for the phone.

"Lemme up." She hissed.

"You're indisposed." He informed her.

"Damn it, this is painful to listen to." Her struggling was futile.

"I find it kind of funny. No offense." He grinned.

"Miserable hateful man." She scowled.

"But uh, anyway, I wanted to apologize for um.. not calling you. Or letting you know I was alive. In any capacity. That was pretty low. I've kinda gotten my shit together and I was wondering if maybe you'd like to have dinner and give it another shot. You're the most amazing girl. I've never met anyone like you before. I'm working for my dad now... trying to dig myself out of a financial hole, and I was kind of embarrassed about that, so.. well, I didn't call you. At all."

"How old is this guy?"

"Twenty five." Eames blushed.

"How old does he think..."

"Twenty seven?"

"Eames..."

"He was cute." She took a breath, preparing her defense.

"He's twenty five!" Goren started laughing.

"Hateful nasty man, you are."

"Hey, at least I'm a man."

"Ooh.."

"Anyway, um... my number's still the same, so.. well, if you wanna call me again, that would be cool. I'd love to hear from you. You were the most amazing girl I ever met, and I guess that kinda spooked me. I .. totally freaked."

"You scare boys."

"I scare men." Eames said sadly.

"You are kinda scary."

"Hateful.. horrible.."

TBC if you like it.