- What if we went to visit Goren after work...
Logan turned to Barek and Eames.
Barek answered him with a nod, but Eames winced.
Oh oh...
Would something have happened to make Eames not jump at the chance to go bother Goren.
Eames had been acting strange since Goren was hospitalized.
And Barek was sure that Goren's sprained ankle...
Was caused by Eames.
She would have put her hand to cut.
Goren would not have paid attention...
It seems...
But Carolyn couldn't forget the look of remorse on Eames' face.
It spoke volumes.
- Alex... Barek turned to Eames, looked at her insistently, waiting for an answer. You're coming with us...
Go with them...
And going see Goren.
She still remembered the violent fit of jealousy she had made at Goren in the hospital.
All because of that damn nurse.
It was all his fault.
Why did he remain of marble by her onslaughts...
But a simple nurse.
What did she have more than her...
Marble...
Good...
Eames had to admit it.
Goren wasn't exactly stone cold to all her attempts.
She had seen him in one place reacting...
And getting bigger by the look of it.
But then why...
Why didn't he touch her...
Wasn't she pretty enough...
Was it her small breasts that were not big enough for him.
Did he prefer big breasts.
Eames had so many questions.
If she went to see Goren with Logan and Barek...
Would she finally get her answers.
But would Goren be happy to see her...
After the way she had spoken to him.
It wasn't certain.
However...
Eames was dying to go see Goren.
But given her violent fit of jealousy...
She had not dared to go back to him.
When he had left the hospital...
And that he was at home.
Especially...
That she had the double key to his apartment.
But Eames hadn't dared.
Maybe it was time to face Goren...
And join Barek and Logan...
To visit him.
Maybe he wouldn't be mad about her crisis in the hospital.
- Very well... Eames looked at Carolyn and Mike in turn. I'll go with you.
Goren dipped his head in the water of his bath.
Strange...
Eames had not tried anything tonight...
And she had stayed quite far from him.
Staying all the time at Barek's side.
Goren had thought he felt some animosity and coldness from Eames towards him.
But perhaps he was mistaken.
If Eames was on the outs with him...
She would never have gone to see him.
But then...
What did she have.
Since her crisis in the hospital...
Or she had yelled at him...
Calling him a dog.
Eames had not given her any sign of life...
She had not sought to come and see him...
Or even called him...
Or texted him.
And that made him very sad.
Eames was one of the only people he could really count on.
Even with her questionable behavior...
He had missed her.
Goren poked his head out of the water, and muttered.
Damn it...
He would never understand anything about Eames...
Or what she was doing.
She did everything and anything...
And tonight...
Nothing at all.
Not one of her wiles.
She had been the woman model cop.
However...
Even Barek and Logan had never bothered her in her many attempts.
So why tonight...
Nothing.
Damn it...
Goren wanted to understand.
And more importantly...
Why did he regret that Eames did not try anything.
He found her so exasperating when she did everything and anything with him.
And if she didn't try anything...
He was unhappy.
But what was wrong with him in the end.
He splashed his face, trying to regain his senses.
Had Eames decided to calm down...
To behave...
Go back to being the woman model cop.
And not to try anything more with him...
Good God...
But what did he want from Eames in the end.
That she would behave...
And he was disappointed.
Or for her to act badly...
And he was annoyed.
But he had to admit that deep down...
He had grown attached to the little she-devil.
And that he missed her very much.
Goren repositioned himself properly to a sitting position in his bath, paying close attention to his ankle, which was still tender.
His ankle...
He rested his elbow on the edge of the bathtub, and put his face on his hand, putting a little mocking smile on his lips.
It was because of that little she-devil of an Eames.
He burst out laughing.
The creaking of the bathroom door, made him stop dead in his tracks.
Good God...
Had he heard right...
Wasn't he dreaming...
But who could...