Goren stepped back out of the bathroom. Logan frowned at him. "When do you think she was here?"

They looked at the photos, then back at each other. "Oh, shit…" Logan muttered. "You don't think…could she have been here while you…"

Goren went back into the living room, Logan right behind him. "What are you looking for?"

"A note…she would have left something…to taunt me…"

"Under the beer bottles, right there."

Goren went into the kitchen, coming back out pulling on a pair of latex gloves. He pulled the note out from under the bottles. Logan saw the rage in his eyes. He stepped up beside him and read:

Hello, Bobby, You changed your locks. How mundane. As you see, I was here while you were…asleep. I left you a little calling card. I didn't kill you this time, although I very easily could have. I will not be so generous next time. I was very disappointed to find your lovely, little partner had moved. Yes, I stopped by her place, too. You might want to run by there sometime soon. This little visit was a warning, Bobby dear. Start looking over your shoulder…you and your three friends. I'll be there but you never know when. Sleep well, sweet prince…

Furious, Goren kicked the coffee table, sending beer bottles all over the room. Some broke, most didn't. Logan shook his head. "You never even knew…"

Goren turned on him. "Just shut up, Logan. Just shut the hell up!"

Logan placed the call requesting CSU to process the apartment, though they both knew there would be nothing to find. He also requested a unit respond to Eames' old address. Logan sat on the arm of the couch, watching Goren pace in agitation. He didn't say any more, seeing how volatile the normally calm detective was. Goren forced himself to settle down and he looked at Logan. "Uh, I…I'm sorry, Mike. I…" He shook his head. "Eames is going to…hell, I don't even know what she's going to do."

"Kick your ass, maybe. You preach to her about being safe and not staying alone…"

"Yeah, yeah…I know."

Logan pulled his phone from his pocket. "You ought to call her. She's still worried, you know. Unless that was your plan, for her to worry…"

"What? No, of course not."

He tossed the phone at him. Goren caught it and dialed her number. He felt a little calmer just hearing her say her name. "It's me," he said softly.

"Where are you?"

"My place."

"Are you ok?"

"Yes."

She breathed a sigh of relief. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"I didn't do anything wrong," he protested with a frown.

"You…never mind, we'll talk about it later. Are you coming back over here?"

"Yes. We'll be there in a little while."

"Ok." She let the anger fade from her voice. "I was worried," she said quietly.

"I'm sorry."

"I love you," she added.

The frown eased from his face. "I love you, too."

He snapped the phone closed and tossed it back to Logan. "Thanks."

"Why didn't you tell her?"

"Not over the phone, Logan."

Logan nodded. "Don't give her time to stew about it…good plan."

There was a knock at the door before Goren could reply. He opened it, admitting three crime scene techs. "Hey, Bobby," the senior tech nodded at him. Then he grinned at Logan. "Mike."

"Hi, Chris."

"What's going on?"

Goren motioned for him to follow, leading him into the bathroom. Chris studied the pictures. "Well, shit. Any idea who left these?"

"Yeah. Nicole Wallace."

"That crazy bitch who stabbed you?"

"Same one."

"I'd be worried if I were you." He looked at the pictures. "All four of you. I thought you were going to change the locks after she left you that dead bird."

"I did change the locks."

Chris shook his head. "We'll check the lock, but damn, I'd be moving if I were you."

"We've been trying to tell him that," Logan commented, earning him a frown from Goren.

They waited for the techs to finish their work, which took almost two hours. Finally, they were gone and Logan sighed. "I guess we ought to bring lunch to the girls."

"It's almost three o'clock. It'll be supper time soon."

"It's so much fun hanging out with you. Where does the day go?"

Goren just glared at him and headed past him out the door. Logan pulled the door shut and watched Goren lock it. He watched him slip the keys into his pocket, and he said, "She'll get over it."

Goren frowned for a minute, then he tried to grin. "Thanks."

Eames opened the apartment door and frowned at the two men. "Don't be too mad," Logan said. "We brought sandwiches."

"And that's supposed to make us feel better how?" Barek asked.

"Cut me some slack here, Barek. You guys are not gonna like what we have to tell you."

Goren had dropped onto the couch and was rubbing his forehead. "What's wrong?" Eames asked. "I mean besides your hangover."

"You don't want to know," Logan answered.

Goren pushed himself off the couch and stepped toward Logan, who trotted to the other side of the room and stood near the mantel.

Eames and Barek looked at each other, and then at their partners. "Ok, what's going on?" Barek demanded.

Logan said softly, "He had a visitor during the night."

"No…" Eames said softly. Goren looked at her, waiting for her to say 'I told you so…' but all she said was, "Are you sure it was Wallace?"

He nodded. "She left her calling card."

"Another bird?"

"No. Pictures. Taped to the bathroom mirror."

Barek leaned against a stack of boxes, watching the two men. "Pictures of what?" Eames asked tentatively.

"Us. All four of us."

Logan added, "We were each decorated with a bull's-eye. Nice touch, don't you think?"

Eames felt the color drain from her face. She looked at Goren, then at Logan. Barek also looked from one to the other before she said, "It never occurred to either of you to let us in on it when you found them?"

"It occurred to us," Logan said. "We just decided against it."

She frowned at him, but let it go. "So what do we do?"

"First, we talk to Deakins," Goren said reasonably as he eyed his partner warily. "See what he wants to do."

Eames looked at him, some of the color returning to her face. "And then what? Witness protection?"

"It's not as easy as that. I'm not going into hiding."

"You're still going to stay at your apartment," she said, her anger mounting. She stepped toward him and gave him an angry shove. He stumbled back a couple of steps. "Tell me you're still going to stay in that damn apartment! Go ahead! Say it!"

She hit him again and he grabbed her hands, holding her wrists as she stepped into him. But then she buried her face in his shirt and began to cry, anger, frustration and worry boiling through her rage. He released her hands and slid his arms around her. Her shaking slowly eased and she pulled herself together. Finally, she stepped away from him, still angry, but much calmer. She met Barek's eyes. The small brunette just gave her a small smile. Then she looked at Logan, who shrugged his shoulders. Finally she looked at her big partner, wondering why the hell she loved him so much. Then she saw the look in his soft brown eyes, and her anger faded. She took a deep breath. "Well, Goren? Go ahead and tell me you're still staying in that damn apartment."

"No. I'm not. Ok? I'm not going back. And I'm not leaving you alone. Not until I know she can't hurt you." He looked at Barek and Logan. "Neither of you should be alone either."

Barek shook her head. "If you think I'm staying at Logan's, you're out of your mind. Have you been to his rat trap?"

"Hey, I call that place home."

"So do the rats."

"Then what do you suggest?"

"We see what Deakins says," Goren insisted.

"Fine," Logan agreed. He picked Goren's phone up off the mantel, tossing it across the room at him. "Call him."

Goren caught the phone and dialed the captain's number. He looked at Eames. She was composed, but he was certain she was still angry with him.

"Deakins."

"Hi, Captain. It's Goren. We, uh, we have a problem."

"I hate conversations that start this way."

"Uh, Wallace came by my apartment this morning sometime."

"No…already? Where were you?"

"I was…there."

"Was Eames with you?"

"No, thank God."

"Are you ok?"

"Fine…I, uh, I never knew she was there. But she left a message…and a calling card."

"Where are you now?"

"At Eames' new place. But that's not all."

"There's more?"

"She's targeting the four of us. CSU has already been and gone."

There was a moment of silence. "Ok, I'll stop by the lab and then I want to talk to you."

"Logan and Barek are here, too."

"Good. All four of you stay there. I'll be there in a couple of hours."

"Sorry, Captain."

"Don't be. What's the new address?" He gave it to him. "Ok. I'll be there soon."

He closed the phone. "He's coming over and he wants all of us here."

Logan picked up the bag he'd brought in from one of the boxes. "Anyone hungry?" No answer. "Well, I am."

"When you're not hungry, Logan, I'll start to worry," Barek commented.

He smiled at his partner and headed into the kitchen.

Goren continued to watch his partner. He slowly walked over to her. Tilting over, so he could see her face, he said quietly, "I'm sorry, Alex."

"You will be," she promised.

But she saw his desperation, and she knew he needed to know they were ok. He never took it well when she was angry, and she understood that. His mother had inadvertently trained him to equate anger with abandonment. She stepped closer and softly kissed him, resting her hand on his cheek. "It's ok, Bobby. But you should know that if you had told me you were keeping that damn apartment, I was going to shoot you."

He saw the smile in her eyes, and he relaxed. He hugged her and kissed her forehead. There was no way in hell he was going to let Wallace hurt her again. He would die first. Holding her closer, he prayed it would never come to that.