Forget this, Goren thought to himself. He went out the front door, locking it behind him. He had his keys, but he wasn't about to get in the car. He'd had way too much to drink to drive. So he walked home. And he thought. He let his mind wander and ramble. And it kept wandering right back to his partner. He thought about how soft her skin felt under his hands, and how his own skin felt when she touched him. He thought about how he felt when she teased him, when she kissed him, and that made him smile. Then his thoughts turned to how she was mad at him right now, and he hated that. Nothing in the world made him feel worse than Alex being mad at him. Not even Nicole Wallace…his hand strayed absently to the side of his abdomen, where sensations of varying severity continued to remind him of what she had done, not just to him, but to Eames. He could never forgive her for that…not that he was of a mind to forgive her anything at all. Damn it! How the hell had his thoughts turned to Wallace?

He stopped and looked around, confused for a moment. He'd taken a wrong turn. Shit. Turning around, he headed back to the street he should have turned on. He didn't mind the rain. It reminded him that he was alive, that he could feel…and feeling, he remembered that she was mad at him. Sometimes, when he was drunk, he could forget things for a little while. Other times, just as drunk, he couldn't forget anything. Tonight was one of those times, and his damn mind kept wandering back to the fact that she was mad at him.

He pulled his keys out of his pocket and opened the door, stumbling slightly as he entered the apartment. He closed the door and slid the deadbolt into place. Everything was just as he'd left it. He'd made a point of coming and going while he stayed with Eames, so no one would notice he wasn't there. By now his neighbors were used to his irregular hours. He took off his jacket and tossed it onto the couch. Unbuttoning his shirt, he went into the kitchen and got a beer. Dropping onto the couch, he leaned back and took a long drink. What the hell was he going to do? The thought crossed his mind to call her, but he vetoed it as quickly as it appeared. The best thing he could do right now was have a couple more beers and go to sleep. Maybe he wouldn't think…yeah, right…

Eames tossed and turned all night long. Damn! She was so mad at him right now…and yet…she wanted him… She wanted him to hold her and kiss away her anger…but he had no intention of doing that, that much was clear. She wondered if she'd made him as angry. He hadn't seemed angry, but with Bobby, it was hard to tell sometimes. Well, she'd talk to him in the morning and they'd square it. They always did. And he'd be his affectionate self and she'd play around and tease him until… She rolled over again…Damn! Was it morning yet?

Morning came soon enough. Eames had finally dozed off, shortly before the sun came up. It was nearly eleven when she woke. She got up and got dressed, heading out into the living room, anxious to apologize to her sensitive partner. Barek was already up and had coffee made. She smiled at Eames. "Hey. How's Bobby feeling?"

Eames frowned and stopped pouring her coffee. "What do you mean? Isn't he out here?"

"No. When he wasn't here I figured he'd gone into the bedroom with you."

"No, he didn't. Well, he…we had an argument, kind of…Do you think he could have left?"

Barek went to the window and looked down at the street. "His car's still here."

"He wouldn't have driven anywhere." She picked up her phone and hit the speed dial, waiting while the number dialed. Then she heard it ringing in the living room. "Shit! He left his phone here." She dialed his home number and waited while it rang and rang… "He's not answering. Damn! I'm going to kill him."

Barek was already over at the couch. "Hey. Sleeping beauty. Get your ass up."

Logan rolled over and slid onto the floor. "What the hell…oh…couch…What'd you wake me for?"

"Goren's gone missing."

"What do you mean he's gone missing?"

"Which word didn't you understand?"

"Where'd he go?"

"If we knew that, he wouldn't be missing, now would he, Einstein?"

"Did you try calling him?"

"Yes. His phone's right over there on the mantel."

Logan struggled to shake the sleep from his hungover brain. "Ok, fine. I'll go on over to his place and see if he's there."

He grabbed his jacket and stumbled toward the door. Looking at the two women, he said, "I want something to eat when I get back." He stopped as he pulled the door closed, poking his head back into the apartment. "Please."

He pulled the door shut. Down three flights of stairs and out into the street, he grumbled to himself. Stepping out of the building, he looked up at the wet, gray sky. "Oh, great. It's raining."

By the time he got to Goren's apartment building, he was cold, dripping wet and very unhappy. The elevator didn't answer the call button, so he traipsed up another three flights of stairs. Stopping in front of his friend's door, he pounded. And he waited. He pounded again. And waited some more. What the hell…? Another pounding. Finally he heard the lock and the door opened. Goren glared at him. "What the hell is your problem, Logan?"

"Apparently, you are. You scared your partner out of her mind, you dumbass."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Logan gently pushed Goren out of his way and came into the apartment. He saw the assortment of beer bottles decorating the coffee table. "No wonder you didn't answer the door."

Goren ran a hand over his head. "What's going on?"

"Well, Eames woke up and you weren't there, so she panicked. Then Barek woke me up and here I am, cold, wet and ready to beat the shit out of you."

"I came home. What the hell's the big deal?"

"You didn't leave a note. How the hell should I know? All I know for sure is there's two worried and really pissed women a coupla blocks away and if we know what's good for us, we'll sober your ass up and get back over there. Either that or we run away and join the circus, which doesn't sound too bad right now."

"Ok, fine. Let me change."

"You still have clothes here?"

"Shut up, Logan."

"I don't know why you don't just give in and move in with her. Hell, you've been living at her place…"

"Mike."

"What?"

"If you don't shut up, I'm going to do it for you."

He opened the bedroom door and went in. The room was mostly empty, since he'd gotten rid of the old bed and hadn't gotten a new one yet. He'd have to take care of that. He opened the closet and pulled out a clean shirt. Opening his dresser, he got out a pair of jeans. "Uh, Bobby?"

"What?"

"Have you been in the bathroom yet since you got here?"

"No, why?"

"Get in here."

He went into the bathroom and followed Logan's stare to the mirror. Taped to it were four pictures…surveillance pictures that had been taken recently, out on the streets…over the past couple of weeks. There was one picture of each of the four detectives, and a careful bull's-eye was drawn on each picture…