Disclaimer: I still don't own it, sadly enough.
Author's Notes: Sorry for the long wait boys and girls. This silly thing called life keeps getting in the way of my fanfiction writing. Here is another chapter, sorry if it sounds a little forced. My inspiration has been in the toilet as of late. Blah.
And in the future chapters, I might have a bit of Goren/Logan slash, just to add a little twist and a little more drama when Barek and Eames find out. What do y'all think? Also, this is just one of those silly transition chapters that really has no real plot value, but just goes to show what the detectives are going through, enjoy.
Oh the places you'll go
"Suspects?" Deakins inquired as he allowed his blue eyes to drift over the three detectives that had entered his office to give him an update.
"One." Logan commented.
"Andrew Berkly." Goren added after a moment of silence.
"So why isn't he currently in an interrogation room to be hastled by four of the finest detectives in the state?" the Captain asked, not seeming pleased as he leaned back in his chair.
"Because we are having trouble locating him." Eames offered, and Deakins simply sighed.
"What about Amy, isn't she his friend?" the Captain asked.
"We can't find her either." Mike stated, resisting the urge to flinch as his Captain's intense blue gaze switched to him.
"We've put out alerts to border patrol, the airports and all sorts of other people to keep a look out and take them into custody the moment they are spotted." Eames added, direction Deakins attention back to herself and off of Logan.
The worn out Captain nodded, frowning in thought. His gaze drifted out to the squad room and towards one of the interrogation rooms where he knew Barek was as well as a few members of IA.
"Captain?" it was the third time Goren had said it. Deakins returned his attention to the large detective.
"Huh?"
"Do you need anything else, or can we go?" Eames inquired, her voice gentle.
"Go." was his only reply as he waved them off, gaze returning to the squad room. The three detectives all exchanged worried looks, but didn't comment on their Captain's current mood. They simply filed out of the room to continue their work.
It was only a few minutes later that the tired Captain was once more brought out of his deep thoughts when a familliar hand rested on his shoulder.
"Jimmy?" his wife questioned, offering him a slight smile as his gaze came to meet hers.
"Angie." he greeted, offering her a weak smile. "What are you doing here?" he questioned.
"I was..home alone. Sarah is at school...you are here." she sighed softly. "I just needed to see you."
Deakins slowly rose from his chair and returned the hug Angie gave him.
"Come home..please?" she whispered, eyes closed.
"Alright."
"Really?" she gazed up at him, almost as if she wasn't sure he was telling the truth.
"Yeah, I'm not doing any good here anyway. My detectives will call me if anything comes up." his wife's smile warmed his heart as he gave her a short kiss. Pulling away, he gathered up his stuff and led her out of the office, locking the door.
"You heading home Cap.?" Mike Logan asked, leaning back in his chair.
"Yeah. Call me if anything comes up, alright?" the Captain requested. The three detectives nodded, and he left with his wife.
"I'm glad he's going home to spend some time with her." Eames commented. Goren gave a nod of agreement, simply observing the two before his gaze drifted to the interrogation room. Barek had just stepped out of it, looking tired and not in the best condition. Bobby could only compare it to guilt.
"They sent her on a guilt trip." he mumbled, frowning. The large detective had never liked the internal affairs crew. He knew what they did was good, but they worked too hard to break the cops they interrogated. Goren had known people throughout the years who had retired early after a run in with IA.
"It's what they are best at." Eames answered, having heard her partner's words.
Barek, practically dragging her feet, her thoughts obviously elsewhere, returned to her desk and gathered up her stuff.
"What the verdict?" her partner inquired.
"One week suspension." came her monotone answer. "It was going to be more, but they decided they'd rather have me back on this case sooner than later."
"Well, that's always good." Mike offered her a smile, which wasn't returned. Barek didn't even seem to acknowledge the fact he had even said anything and just brushed past their desk, coat slung over her arm.
"Hey, woah there." he stood and quickly tailed after her, realizing something was horribly wrong.
"Barek?" he asked, stepping into the elevator with her. "Carolyn." he used her first name, hoping to get her attention. When it didn't work, he sighed in exasperation."Carolyn Barek, please pay attention to me." he stated firmly and grabbed her arm, trying to get her to face him. What he hadn't expected, was the violet reaction he got. She jerked her arm away, almost lost her balance and slammed into the wall. Once the doors slid open, she stormed out.
"Car?" was his meek comment as he watched his partner leave and the doors slide closed, helpless and confused as to what was going through his partner's head. He returned to the squad room, defeated, and plopped down in his chair. "It's going to be a long day.." he mumbled softly to himself, gazing longingly at his partner's office chair.
This odd behavior did not go unnoticed by Goren and Eames, though Bobby didn't mention anything about it. It was Alex who brought it up.
"I wonder what's going on between them.." she stated softly, glancing at her partner who was staring intently at a few of the crime scene photos. "Earth to Bobby."
"Huh?" the large detective seemed to break out of whatever trance he was in as he glanced up at his partner.
"I wonder..." she saw the glazed look in his eyes, and shook her head. "Oh forget it, go back to your thinking. It's more important than my office gossip."
"Gossip." he echoed. "I never liked gossip much." without another word, he returned to studying the photos.
"You and your thinking.." Eames mumbled fondly and simply watched her partner work, content for the time being.