"Oh thank god." Eames rolled her shoulders and put the key in the ignition. She picked up the ipod stashed under the cigarette lighter and handed it to Goren. "Here, you do the honors. Where do you wanna get dinner?"

He took the ipod and scrolled through, settling on U2. Eames' taste in music was wide, and definitely varied. Bono launched into New Year's Day, but Goren kept the volume at a conversational level.

"Ooh.." Eames peered over the steering wheel. "Look at the sky, Bobby. We might get snow tonight." She frowned.

"Want me to drive?"

She rolled her eyes and glanced at him. "Be serious. I may have grown up in New York City, but I've driven in snow plenty of times." She noted his dubious look and elaborated. "Relatives up state."

He chuckled.

"What I really want is a pina colada. Mm. I haven't had one in ages."

"Do you want to order in?"

"And skip the mixed girly drinks? Hell no." She scoffed.

"No, I mean, the reason I ask, is because I've got a whole bottle of coconut rum at my place. I haven't had a reason to open it. We could stop off and get that frozen pina colada mix."

"You, my friend, are brilliant. A genius."

"I earn these praises for offering you flavored alcohol?"

"What, you're a brilliant genius on other occasions?"

"Cute. Very cute."

Eames was speeding. Not a lot, but not a little, either. So when the red white and blue lights began flashing behind them, it took her a minute to realize they were meant for her.

"I forgot we were undercover. I'm so used to the SUVie with the cop plates." She pulled to the side and reached over Goren to open the glove compartment.

"You're not going to flash your badge?"

"Ethics. We're off duty."

"You just wanna mess with a rookie."

"I do not."

"Yes you do, you wicked woman."

"Hey now, I don't call you names when you decide to mess with people."

She rolled down her window to see a very cross looking young officer.

"Evening officer, what seems to be the trouble?" She smiled.

"You were going 80 miles an hour, Miss. May I see your license and registration?"

"Of course." She handed him the documents.

The officer took them and went back to his cruiser.

"You're mean."

"I'm not mean."

"You are."

"i'm a law abiding citizen."

"Citizen shmitizen."

"Did you just say shmitizen to me?"

"No."

"Yes you did."

"Shh, he's coming back. Ooh, he looks nervous. You're so mean."

"I'm not mean!"

She rolled her window down again, and smiled, genially. He handed back her license and registration.

"I uh.. didn't realize.. uh.. you were a Detective. Detective. Um.. I uh... suggest that .. um. Have a nice night." He backed off quickly, and was obviously restraining himself from running back to his cruiser. She waited until her window was up and he had sped off before bursting into laughter.

"You are cruel, Eames. I mean, wow."

"Hey, he didn't have to sit in a cold car for four hours with you."

"I take offense to that."

"But you can't argue with it."

"Touche. What should we order?"

"Hmm.. chinese and coconut.. yuck. Ooh..." Her eyes lit up.

"What.."

"Have any good indian places near your apartment?"

"Heck yes. Ooh, that is a good combination."

"I am a master."

"Of matching various alcoholic beverages to different types of ethic take out?"

"Hey, a girl needs a skill in life."

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