His hands were shaking too much for him to get the key into the lock, so Logan took the keys from him. He opened the door. Goren ran in and stopped so suddenly Logan ran into his back. He didn't even notice.
Logan stepped away from him and looked around the living room. It was exactly what he expected. The place was spotless. But Goren was trembling. "What's wrong?"
"She's been here," he answered tightly.
"How can you tell?" Goren glared at him. "What?" he asked.
It took Goren time to realize that not only had Logan never been to his place before, but he wasn't Eames; Logan didn't know him. "Call CSU, Logan." He'd already pulled on his latex gloves.
Logan made the call, then pulled on his own latex gloves and followed Goren around the apartment. He didn't understand why Goren was getting more and more agitated. "Talk to me, Goren. What the hell is wrong?"
Goren leaned over, hands on his knees, and took a few deep breaths. He was calmer when he stood up, but his hands were still shaking. "Nothing major is out of place. Just small things, enough to let me know she's been here. The tilted lampshade, the magazines on the coffee table…"
Logan looked at the lamp. The shade wasn't obviously out of order, but it was set askew. And the magazines were spread out on the coffee table…four magazines…and he guessed that was not normally how Goren kept them.
Goren continued to walk around the room before he headed to his bedroom, Logan right behind him. He opened the door and stepped into the room. The window was open and the cool night breeze fluttered the drapes. The bed was in disarray, and Goren walked over to it, moving the sheet and blanket aside. More blood…a lot more blood.
Logan frowned. "I assume it wasn't like that when you left this morning."
The look on Goren's face spoke volumes. He moved past Logan and returned to the living room. Logan leaned against the wall where the hallway came into the living room and watched Goren. The big detective sat on the arm of the couch and leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. He looked at the floor, lost. Logan quietly said, "When we're done here, come stay at my place." He hesitated for a moment before adding, "Don't worry, Goren. We'll find your partner."
Goren nodded in agreement. "We'll find her," he said. "And we'll find Nicole."
Logan didn't like the way he sounded. He agreed with what he said, but the way he'd said it sent a chill down his spine, and he didn't like that at all.