Eames watched him travel around the room, but she didn't say anything. She was waiting for him to say something. Logan stuck his head in the door and said, "Hey, guys, we..." He stopped, watching Goren for a minute. "Um...what's wrong?"

Eames looked at him. Goren had not even noticed him. Quietly, she said, "That case we got called on...we picked up a second one just before dawn."

"Bad cases?"

"Nicole is back."

"No way! After all this time?"

"She's never going to give it up," Goren said softly. "Never."

Logan leaned against the doorway. "Not as long as either of you lives."

Eames understood the truth in Logan's words and so, she saw, did Goren. Goren motioned at Logan to come into the room. He pulled the crime scene photos from the second scene out of an envelope. They'd been delivered just before he sat down to listen to the tape. After laying them out on the left side of the table, he pulled out the first scene photos and laid them out on the right side of the table. Waving a hand over them, he said, "What do you see?"

Logan carefully studied the photos, but he wasn't making the connection Goren had made. The big cop looked at his wife. "Eames? Do you see it?"

"See what, Bobby?"

"What Nicole saw."

"Oh, shit," Logan muttered. He looked from Eames to Goren and said, "It's you guys."

The color drained from Eames' face. "She's making a statement."

"A very gruesome one," Goren agreed.

Logan leaned against the table and looked at the other two detectives. "So what do we do about it? She's a pro at staying underground until she wants us to find her, and then slipping through our fingers again."

Barek appeared at the door. "Is this a private party or can anyone join?"

Logan looked at her. "Wallace is back."

Her eyes immediately went to Goren. "When did all this come about?"

"This morning," Eames explained. "Two bodies, and she's responsible for both."

"How do we know this?"

"She called them in herself."

Goren dropped down into a chair and rubbed his forehead. "I'm getting too old for this shit."

Logan snorted. "If you can chase Maggie around all friggin' day, you can handle Nicole Wallace."

In spite of himself, Goren laughed. "Get out of here, Logan, so we can work."

Logan smiled. "Come on, Barek. We have some loose ends to tie up on our case." He looked at Goren and Eames. "But if you need us, just yell."

Eames sighed. "I'd better break the news to Deakins. This is going to do wonders to the ulcers you and Mike have already given him."

Goren glanced up from the photos to give her a look, which softened when she smiled at him. She left the room and he went back to the photos.

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Eames leaned back in her chair and rubbed her eyes. "So...we know she hasn't been incarcerated in New York. I can't believe she has left you alone all this time of her own free will. She had to have been in jail or out of the country or something."

He nodded. "Or something."

She sighed heavily, leaning across the desk toward him. "You keep it together, Goren. You got me?"

He waved a hand at her. "She can't hurt me, Eames. I've resolved a lot of the issues she's always gotten me on, thanks to you."

"You just remember that. I'm going to get some coffee. Want a cup?"

He nodded and picked up a piece of paper to review what they had found out so far. One of the other detectives came over to him and handed him an envelope. "Someone left this for you downstairs."

"When?"

"I don't know. Sally asked me to give it to you when I came in a little while ago."

Goren nodded. "Thanks." He opened the envelope, unfolded the letter and read:

Hello, Bobby, It's been a long time, hasn't it? I hope you have thought of me because you are never far from my mind. Imagine my surprise when your little pit bull of a partner married someone else. You looked utterly miserable at her wedding. How did it make you feel to be so close to her every day and then watch her leave at night to go to another man's bed? But her divorce did not surprise me. Nor was I surprised to find out that her children were not his. How does it feel to be the other man, Bobby? Second choice? An afterthought? And you married her! She rejected you and you took her back. How noble of you. Were you that desperate to be a father and prove me wrong? They are beautiful children, Bobby. Such a nice blend of both of you. Keep them close...and watch your partner's back. Or should I call her your wife now? I will be seeing you soon. Ciao.

He dropped the paper, jumped to his feet and ran from the squadroom, nearly knocking Eames over on her way back from the break room. "Bobby..."

He hit the door to the stairwell and was gone. She hurried to the desks, noticing the discarded paper on his desk. Logan and Barek came over. "What was that all about?" Logan asked.

Eames read the letter, then shoved it into Logan's hand and took off after her partner.

Goren emerged from the stairwell and ran to the information desk in the lobby. "Sally, you gave McNeely a letter to give me...who dropped it off and when?"

Recovering quickly from his sudden appearance and the anxious, haunted look in his dark eyes, she answered, "It was a blond woman, maybe a half hour ago."

He took off out the doors of the building. Eames got off the elevator and looked toward the information desk. Sally pointed toward the front doors. Neither she nor Kelly, who manned the desk beside her, were surprised to see Eames coming after him. She found him on the sidewalk, looking up and down the street. "Bobby..." she said softly.

"She was here, Eames. She had the nerve to show up here!"

"But she's not here now. Do you honestly think she'd hang around?"

He continued looking around. "She's still here. I know she is."

"So go get her."

He stopped to glare at her. She held her hands out to the side and shrugged. With difficulty he conceded. One more look around and he reluctantly followed her back into the building.