SOUND BODIES
- You want me to help you...
Bishop turned away his gaze from Goren to put it on Eames.
- No... I'll be fine.
Damn it...
Eames didn't like that...
But not at all.
Just because she was pregnant...
Didn't mean she couldn't do anything.
In addition...
Eames didn't really like this closeness between Goren and Bishop.
She had the impression that she was taking his place...
And she didn't like that.
And that idiot who didn't react.
As if it was normal for her to stay behind a desk all day...
Instead of helping them out.
Eames knew what Goren was thinking.
He had not stopped lecturing her.
But she was tired of it now.
She was tired of hearing him tell her that for the child and for her...
It was better if she didn't try too effort.
Eames turned her gaze to Goren, waiting for his answer.
But she already knew what he was going to say.
Think of the baby.
Damn it...
Her child and she weren't made in sugar.
And it wasn't by forbidding her to move that everything would be okay.
In addition...
Who did Bishop took she was.
Why was she making all the decisions.
Didn't Goren have a say in the matter.
He had told her he was having of evil with her replacement.
So why didn't he decide for himself.
Goren could feel Eames' glare of fury on him.
He knew very well what she was waiting for.
Eames wanted him to tell her to come.
But he would not change his mind.
He didn't want Eames or the baby to risk anything.
Even if it meant taking Eames' wrath.
He would not give in.
Without a word, looking away, he got up from his desk, and followed Bishop.
He turned to Eames, and waved his hand.
Eames knew this gesture all too well.
Calm down...
That's what it meant.
Who does this big idiot think he is...
This calm...
And then what else.
Yes...
He was the father of her child.
But that didn't give him any right over her.
Nor this way of keeping her out of any investigation.
- Expect to hear who were buzzing...
Eames mumbled his words, feeling his anger increase.
Yes...
She was going to make him see of what wood she was heating.
- Eames put his hand to Goren's cheek, where there were finger marks. What were you thinking, letting him do that...
Eames couldn't understand how something like that could happen.
And above all...
That Goren didn't react.
Why did he let the suspect Connie slap him.
Goren could have stopped him...
And he did nothing.
Seeing that finger marks on Goren's cheek...
At first...
She had thought that maybe it was Bishop who had slapped Goren.
She knew Goren.
And knew he could be insufferable when he got into it.
Bishop didn't know how to handle Goren...
Like she knew how to handle him.
There was a certain manner...
That only she knew well.
But Carver had deceived her.
He'd told her it was the suspect Connie who'd slapped him in a fit of anger.
- Let me guess... He brought his finger to his lips, thinking. You thought it was Bishop who slapped me.
At his words, Eames blushed violently, as being at fault.
She looked away, shook her head in denial.
Oh the liar...
Eames was definitely not a liar.
He knew he was hard to bear.
But from there to take a slap from a partner...
He imagined the scene, and a big laugh took him.
He burst out laughing, under a shocked and stunned Eames.
So that made him laugh...
My God...
How immature he could be...
And act like a child.
- If you must know... Eames turned her gaze to Goren, who looked at her with his brown eyes shining with mischief. It was from you that I expected the slap... He posted a big smile on his lips. When Bishop refused that you help us...
Eames had to admit that Goren was not wrong.
She had been angry with him.
But to slap him in the face...
She would never do such a thing...
She would never raise her hand on him.
Even though he could be irritating...
And unnerving at moment.
Eames preferred to yell on him.
It always destabilizes Goren.
Whereas a pair of slaps...
Eames let his fingers brush against his marked cheek.
Goren winced.
- What the hell was going through your mind... Eames sighed. Letting you take a slap...
Goren put his hand on Eames' hand on his cheek, intertwined his fingers with hers, and slid them to his lips, brushed them.
- I'm more than tired of teaming up with Bishop... Goren bit his lip, pouting, like a capricious kid. I miss you… He plunged his brown gaze into Eames' large hazel eyes. And the closer the birth gets...
Goren raised his hand to her well rounded belly, caressed it with infinite softness.
He wrapped his arm around her waist, drew her against him, and lowered his face to her belly, resting his cheek and ear there.
Eames blushed violently, her heart beating violently in her chest.
She raised her head, and looked around so that no one would see this scene.
If they were caught in this position...
They would be very bad.
And she couldn't see how she could explain the closeness between Goren and her.
- If you could hurry up and get out...
At her words, Eames smiled, tenderized.
She brought her hand to her half-ebony, half-ash curls, caressed them with infinite softness.
Goren sighed with ease.
He was so good...
His head against Eames' belly.
Eames stroking his hair.
And he could hear the baby's heartbeat.
If he could he would stay like this forever.
A small blow was felt on his cheek.
Goren jumped up, pulled away, and looked at Eames' belly.
Had he been dreaming...
Or had the baby just given a blow.
Then he too...
He did not want to share Eames.
This reaction could only be that of a boy.
If it had been a girl...
He would have charmed her...
Just by his voice.
But a boy...
Damn it...
That was going to be promising.
- I think he doesn't want to share you...
Not sharing her...
Wouldn't Goren be a little jealous...
That he was afraid that this child would take his place...
And that it relegates him to second plan.
It was totally stupid.
But wait...
He had said... He...
- He... She lowered her face to his. And why not her...
Damn it...
Goren hadn't meant that in a bad way.
Whether it was a boy...
Or a girl...
It didn't matter to him.
He would love his child no matter what sex it was.
But...
Goren had to admit that he had a small preference.
He would like a little girl.
One that looked like her mother.
In thinking of the mother.
Goren knew that Eames was getting more and more worried.
She was always telling him she was too fat...
Not attractive.
And that even if she didn't say it...
She was afraid he'd look at another woman.
But not at all.
If he had listened to himself...
He wouldn't have been afraid to show her that she was very desirable.
But there was the baby.
And he didn't want to risk hurting him.
And so...
He had refrained from any inappropriate gestures.
But now...
He was sincerely starting to feel like he couldn't take it anymore.
And sooner or later...
He would give in to his impulses.
So it was better that he or she...
Decides to go out.
- Bobby... Eames looked away, not daring to look at him. We really can't...
And there it was...
Here we go again.
Eames always came back to the starting point.
When she had something on her mind...
It was impossible to get her out of it.
- You know very well...
At his words, Eames pouted and glared at him.
Yes...
She knew.
Goren kept telling her the same thing over and over.
"I don't want to hurt the baby..."
No but...
That was really his bogus excuse.
Couldn't he tell the truth.
That he didn't want her anymore.
That she was too fat.
Gently, Goren brought his hand to Eames' cheek, brushed it.
At this gesture, Eames snapped out of his thoughts.
- You are not fat...
Not fat...
Goren really did have problems with his eyesight.
And it's what was this.
Couldn't he stop reading her mind...
He let his hand fall back, and brought it to his face.
- God knows I'm holding back from jumping on you...
At this admission, Eames turned completely scarlet.
So that was it...
If he could arrange to be at least in his presence...
It was to avoid jumping on her.
And not because he no longer wanted her.
Eames felt an immense relief rising in her.
She who had been so afraid...
Afraid that he would lose interest in her.
And let him go elsewhere.
By the look of relief that appeared on Eames' face...
Goren understood that he had calmed Eames' fears.
At least for the moment.
