They had been searching for the suspect and his daughter for several days, and Eames was beginning to believe Goren was right, that he had taken his daughter and fled the country. No activity on credit cards, the bank, nothing…

Goren sat at his desk, studying the file in front of him. Eames was filling out paperwork, glancing up at him every few minutes. He was certainly intense, like everyone said he was. Suddenly, he sat up straight. "Ah, no…no…" He slammed the file shut, ignoring the looks of those around him. He jumped to his feet, looking at her and saying, "Come on, Eames."

At least he wasn't forgetting her anymore. By the time she got to the elevator, he was already in the car, motioning for her to hurry. The elevator was too slow for him and he began pacing. That made her nervous. "What's wrong?"

"I was."

The door opened and he was out and halfway to the street before she got out of the elevator. What the hell…? He hesitated at the doors, motioning for her to hurry. She ran as fast as she could, mentally making a note to wear shoes she could run in from now on. "These are not running shoes, Goren," she snapped as he held the door open for her.

"Just hurry."

He slid behind the wheel and had the car in gear by the time she was in her seat, the door barely closed as he pulled into traffic. She flipped on the red light and buckled her seatbelt. By the time he stopped the car, at an old warehouse off the Bronx-Queens Expressway, and jumped out, she was white. She had driven with a lot of cops, but she had never had a ride like that one before. She got out and ran toward the warehouse after her partner.

Suddenly, the sound of gunshots echoed through the empty air and both of them dove for cover. She didn't miss the fact that several of those bullets hit the dirt near where he had been. Pistol in hand, she called out, "You all right, Goren?"

"Yeah. You?"

"Fine." Sort of. Between the car ride and getting shot at, she was sure she had gained more than a few white hairs. She pulled the radio off her belt, giving their location and the 'shots fired' alert that would bring cops from two boroughs to their location. Looking around the end of the car she was behind, she searched for her partner. What the hell was wrong with him? He was making his way toward the warehouse, gun still holstered. Another shot dug into the ground just a few feet from him. He was going to get his stupid ass shot. She turned her attention to locating the shooter, but the damn warehouse was full of windows. Then she heard Goren call out, "Martin?"

Silence for a moment, then, "Who the hell are you?"

Well, damn. Goren knew who was shooting at them. This guy was full of surprises. "My name's Goren. I'm a detective with the Major Case squad."

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm getting shot at, and I don't particularly care for it. Are you alone?"

"No. I've got a kid in here with me."

"Is she ok?"

"She's fine."

"She's your daughter, isn't she?"

"Yeah. How the hell did you know that?"

"We know you killed your wife, and we're here to take you in."

"You have no idea what she put me through!"

"That's not for us to decide. That's for the courts. Martin, this parking lot is going to be full of cops in less than five minutes. You'll never walk away from this unless we can figure it out in the next three minutes. I don't want to see your little girl get hurt, and I know you don't either."

"Let me see you, Goren."

No, Eames yelled in her mind. He would be a clear target if he stepped into the open, which is exactly what he did, hands away from his sides, no gun in sight.

"Goren!" she hollered.

He waved a hand at her and stepped toward the warehouse. "I'm right here."

"Where's your gun?"

"Still holstered."

"Where's your partner?"

"Over there by that Buick. She won't do anything."

"How do I know that?"

"She's not going to take the chance of hurting your daughter. Bring her out here and let's end this without any bloodshed. Once this lot is full of cops, I can't make any promises. With it just being me and my partner, I can."

Silence.

"Come on, Martin. You don't want to add any more to what you're facing. Killing a cop will get you death row."

"What will happen to my daughter?"

"If there are any relatives willing to take her in, she'll be placed with them until you get out of prison."

"Promise me she'll be ok."

"She'll be ok, Martin. I give you my word."

"My wife's sister will take her."

"Good. I'll make sure they know that."

"And if I step out that door…"

"I'll wait for you. No shots will be fired."

"Ok, wait by that door right down there. We'll be right out."

She watched, dumbfounded, as her idiot partner headed for the door, effectively placing himself between the suspect and the officers who were starting to arrive. She gave the order to stand by and watched as the warehouse door opened. The suspect emerged, handing his gun to the big cop and letting him cuff him. His little girl stood beside him, looking frightened and small. Eames crossed the parking lot, arriving as Goren let Martin say good-bye to his daughter. The cuffed man looked into Goren's face. "See that they take good care of her."

"I will."

Two uniformed officers led him away.