Eames did not move. She remained where she was, squatting beside the priest's body. She looked over the desk at him and met his eyes. She could see past the storm, and she knew that what dwelled there was her fault.

Deakins stepped toward the big detective and said, "Do not blame your partner for this. I told her not to tell you. You are off duty, Goren. You haven't got your gun back and you have not been cleared for duty. You shouldn't be here."

Goren looked at the captain, but he didn't say a word. He looked at the body of the woman in front of the desk, noting the gun in her hand and the pool of blood beside her head. He slowly walked around the desk and looked down at the priest. Eames saw a new pain cross his face. He squatted beside the body, across from her. She grabbed the note in its evidence bag from the desk and handed it to him. He read it and handed it back. He remained where he was, just looking at Father Sean, for a long time. No one else in the room moved; they just watched him. Finally, he touched the priest's forehead gently and whispered, "I'm sorry."

He said nothing else. Lifting his head, he looked briefly at his partner. Then he stood up and left the room. Eames snapped off her gloves. "Damn!"

Deakins said, "Who the hell told Goren about this?" No one answered. He looked at Eames, helpless. She stepped around the body and told the captain. "You finish here. I'll take care of him."

Deakins grabbed her arm, meeting her eyes with concern. "Alex…"

She pulled her arm from him, angry and upset. "If you had let me tell him, this would not have happened. Don't worry about me, Captain. Worry about him."

She stormed past him and left the rectory. A voice from behind her called her name. She turned and saw one of the detectives from the squad hurrying across the street. "Has Goren been here?"

"Been and gone. Why?"

"Uh, he called the squad looking for you and Jessup told him you were here. Then he remembered what the captain said about not telling him. No one answered their phones, so I came right over."

"Great. You go in and tell that to Deakins. He's not happy. Uh, did Goren know about the priest?"

"Yeah, he did."

"Damn!"

A CSU tech approached her from where he had been working on the widow's car. "Detective Eames, are you going after Goren?"

"Yes, why?"

"Be careful. He was really…agitated."

"What makes you say that?"

He shifted nervously. "When he came out of the rectory and went to his car…he punched the rear door window and shattered it."

Eames nodded. "Thanks."

She ran across the street toward the SUV. She had unlocked the door when Deakins called to her. She stopped as he trotted across the street. "I just heard what he did to his car."

She shook her head. "You don't understand. Look, I have to go…"

He grabbed her arm. "Be careful, Alex. He's very unstable right now."

"You think? He feels betrayed…by the one person in his life he thought he could trust." She shook her head again. "I should have told him. You don't know him like I do." She looked at him, unable to get a handle on her anger and her fear. Not trusting herself to say another word, she turned and got into the car. Slamming the red light into place, she pulled away from the curb and sped off, hoping like hell that her partner went home.

---------------------------------------------------

Eames got out of the car and scanned the area. She did not see Goren's car anywhere. She ran into the building and, not bothering to wait for the elevator, charged up the stairs. She got to his door and tried it. Locked. She pulled out her keys and found his door key with shaking hands.

Pushing the door open, she rushed in and stopped. Oh, God… she thought. The place was trashed. Two book shelves had been cleared and there were books everywhere. There was a wet spot below a dent in the drywall where he'd thrown a glass, shattering it, and more broken glass all over the floor. The coffee table was upended. Gingerly making her way through the living room, she headed down the hall to the bedroom. Two drawers from the dresser were on the floor. In the bathroom, the mirror was shattered, with blood mixed among the shards of glass in the sink. She had been so focused on his face, she had not seen that his hand had been injured. She went into the kitchen…the only room in the apartment that was untouched. She shook her head miserably. She had never seen this kind of rage in him, and she wondered miserably at how much he really was hurting. Goren's trust was a fragile and hard-earned thing…and she, the only person in his life he had thought would never hurt him, had broken it. Looking around the destroyed apartment, she wondered where the hell he could have gone. Sinking to her knees on the floor, she broke into tears.