Okay, okay. You upheld your end of the bargain, I guess I gotta uphold mine.
"Hey, menfolk." Barek and Eames strolled into the room that Goren and Logan had hijacked. Papers and files and maps were spread all over the table, and a dry erase board was propped up against the wall, covered in scribbles.
"Womenfolk! Bearing gifts!" Logan raised his hands joyfully.
"We bring you coffee, and files." Eames set down the cardboard holder full of steaming paper cups.
"I love manilla." Logan reached forward, and Barek handed him a file.
"Caffeine.. The drink of champions." Goren slid a cup from the holder.
"That's right, champ. Are you guys ready to call it a night? It smells weird in here. Like.. man-funk."
"That is the smell of Law Enforcement, Eames. You'd do well not to poke fun."
"It smells more like... Frustration and Angst. I take it no leads?"
"None! We'd have a better shot throwing darts at the map." Logan stood up suddenly, to punctuate his outburst, and then looked bewildered after doing so.
"Yeah. Let's wrap it up. I know I'm completely burnt out, and we're doing no one any favors staying later and getting nothing accomplished." Barek began piling folders on top of each other.
"Ladies, ladies.. no need to tidy. It will all be here tomorrow."
"God, it really does smell weird in here. What did you guys eat while we were gone?"
"This room isn't ventilated. That's all you need know, Barek." Eames made a face, and Goren chuckled.
"You look ready to pass out."
"I am."
"I realize this is going to sound incredibly cliché, but you should come up and have some coffee before meandering home."
"Mmf."
"Eames."
"I'm awake."
"That's not an encouraging response."
"I am."
"You're a horrible liar. Especially when your eyes are closed."
"Come on.. Bobby. I'll just sleep here."
"Eames."
"Fine, okay, fine."
"Bobby? What time is it." Eames jerked up.
"About two am. Jesus, that's creepy. You just suddenly snapped awake once I brought coffee towards you." Goren set the mug on the coffee table in front of her.
"It's a useless sixth sense." She said, her hands warming around the mug.
"I see that. Still, given your near comatose state for the past fifteen minutes, and the fact that I had to fireman carry you up here--"
"You fireman carried me?"
"Yes'm."
"I'm sorry I missed that."
"Anyway, maybe you should consider the rejuvenating benefits of my couch."
"Bobby, come on, I'm fine."
"Or my bed."
Her eyesbrows shot up.
"...and I'll take the couch. I'm just saying, I don't think you should drive."
"Okay, okay. I'll take the couch."
"You'd better stop drinking that, or you'll be wired all night, and bounce off the walls while I'm trying to sleep."
"Yes, that's precisely what I do after I've had my coffee."
"You are eerily cat like, it's true."
She let out a giant yawn, and he smiled.
"I'll grab some blankets and pillows for you, not that you actually need them, but I'd be a poor host if I didn't provide."
"You're the best host ever."
"Best partner, best host. I'm really batting a thousand this week." He turned and walked into the short hallway that separated the bathroom and bedroom from the living room. He opened a narrow door, and began pulling out blankets and pillows.
"Yeah yeah, you want it in writing or something? An award?"
"An award would be nice. Yes, thank you."
Eames pulled a pen out of her bag, and flipped open her notepad. She scribbled something, then tore it off and handed it to him. He took it, read it, and smirked.
"It's amazing, Eames. Nearly comatose, and you can still manage to be unbelievably snarky."
"It's a gift."
"You do know that 'congratufuckinglations' is not technically a word, and therefore, could not "technically" be put into a legally binding contract?"
"Who said anything about legally binding contracts? You said writing. I wrote."
"Touché."
"God, Bobby, you look beat. Go to sleep, I'm sorry."
"Nah, I'm actually ... tired but not sleepy."
"I hear you."
"Bullshit. I carried you up here."
"Bobby, that's not "sleepy," that's "dead to the world." Besides, I have to work off this coffee buzz."
"You get a buzz from one sip?"
"I'm a cop. I take what I can get."
"Right, right. Wanna watch some tv or something?"
"Ooh!" She paused, midexclamation.
"What was that?"
"I was gonna say.. nevermind. Bobby? I just realized something."
"What."
"That night we got plastered? How did we wind up back at my place?"
"I have no idea."
"We didn't drive. Did we just walk, for some reason?"
"You know what it was? I think I remember. We did walk, as it so happens. You were convinced my apartment was kept just above freezing. You told me there was frost on all the shiny objects."
"What?"
"Look, I'm just telling you what happened."
"Did I really refer to "shiny objects?"
"Yes. You said, "Bobby, there'sh frosht on all the shiny objectsh in your apartment."
"Shut the fuck up."
"Shcout'sh honor."
"That explains a lot though."
"Like why we woke up at your place, and why, for instance.."
"You took off all your clothes?"
"It's like a bad pop song, isn't it."
"That's it. I'm sleeping now. I can't listen to anymore of this."
"Goodnight, Eames."
"'night, Bobby."
Well, SOMEONE has to explain the continuity errors, and by god, it's going to be Goren. Mikey Likey? Please R&R!
