WANT

- I don't understand how you can defend that kind of guy...

Goren was standing there in the living room, watching Eames pacing and talking quietly, but so a dull anger was flowing through her.

She had agreed to let him into her apartment just so she could see his son.

But he knew that for any other discussion it was no.

He knew her too well.

And it was worse when she kept her anger inside.

He would rather suffer her anger...

Rather that she keep it to herself.

- Do you realize what he did to his wives...

Of course he realized what this man had done to his women.

But from a certain point of view...

He understood the man's feelings...

And his need to have someone to love...

And to cherish.

That fear...

And the anguish of being alone.

When Alex and Jamie were not with him...

But Eames was not trying to understand...

She was thinking about the man's crimes first.

And he was only thinking about how he felt...

What he himself was feeling.

In the absence of his son...

And the woman he loved.

That feeling of cold and persistent loneliness.

This loneliness that destroys you inside.

Alex did not see...

Did not understand his point of view.

Goren felt terribly alone.

He wanted his son in his everyday life...

Not just once in a while.

And it was the same for Eames.

He wanted her to spend every night with him.

Not to have sex...

But just to hold her in his arms.

Goren wanted a normal family life.

- I think you should leave...

At her words, Goren's heart sank.

Eames wanted him to leave.

He could understand her.

But he didn't think...

Eames, without a glance for him, walked to the front door, and put her hand on the handle.

She heard footsteps coming towards her, and felt long, slender fingers on her wrist, stopping her movement.

- Alex... Please...

Eames shook her head in denial, put her hand on the fingers holding her wrist, tried to pull them apart, but Goren wouldn't let go.

No...

Eames wouldn't listen to Goren.

She wouldn't understand his point of view...

And she would never understand.

She could never feel sorry...

For a man who lobotomized, killed, and ate women.

It was simply impossible.

And for that reason...

She preferred Goren to go home.

- No... Eames insisted on Goren's fingers, trying to get him to let go, but he didn't give an inch. There's nothing you can say to me... Eames was getting more than enough. Who will make me change my mind...

Eames had just shouted his words.

Mon God...

If she had ever woken Jamie up...

She would kill Goren with her own hands.

No...

Goren wouldn't leave...

Not like this.

He didn't want to be at odds with Eames.

- It's not what you believe...

Not what she believed...

Goren wasn't serious.

She hadn't been dreaming...

When he screamed in front of Deakins and her.

Supporting the suspect.

So much so that he shocked Deakins with his words.

Eames wanted to keep calm...

And held back from saying what she thought.

But it was getting harder and harder.

Everything but not waking Jamie.

But now it was starting to do well.

- Then what.

At the virulence of Eames' voice, Goren was jumped.

- I feel lonely... Goren had just shouted his words, his features distorted by anger. And I want us to have a normal family life.

At his words, Eames let his hand fall back, and raised his big hazel eyes shining with anger towards Goren.

- And you're going to tell me it's because of that...

- Yes, that's why.

At Goren's scream, Eames looked at him as if forbidden.

Was this really why he had supported this man...

Because he too was feeling lonely.

A normal family life...

His words ran in loops in her mind.

Goren wanted...

- I want you in my arms every night... He gently pulled Eames by the wrist, pulling her a little closer to him. And I want my son close to me.

So that was it.

Goren had supported the suspect...

Because he was suffering from this separation.

But he knew very well...

That they couldn't do otherwise.

She too would have liked to have them both with her...

Goren and her son.

But it was not possible.

Not with their respective careers.

But they had to at least tell themselves that they were benefited of their little boy.

And that was the most important thing.

Even if it wasn't every day.

- You know good...

Yes...

Goren knew too well...

And not one day...

He bitterly regretted deciding that the best thing for his son was to be raised by Alex's sister.

And that was his fault alone.

When Eames had screamed the day Jamie was born...

And Elizabeth had left with their sons...

Eames had changed his mind.

And he should have given her a choice...

And not stop her.

- If I had known...

At the immense sadness that appeared in Goren's brown eyes, Eames' anger vanished, to be replaced by an immense solicitude.

Goren let go of Eames' wrist, and she approached him.

Arrived at his height, Eames raised her large hazel eyes towards him, put herself on the tiptoes, brought her face closer to his, and took possession of his lips with an infinite softness.

- You're really an idiot for a genius... A small smile appeared on Eames' lips. Robert Goren...

At his words, a big smile appeared on Goren's face, revealing his two dimples that Eames loved, and which were identical to those of his son.

Certainly he was intelligent...

Very cultured...

But he was far from being a genius.

Eames put her finger on his lips, brushed them.

She slipped her arms around his neck, pressed her small breasts against his powerful chest.

- What am I going to do with you.

To do well of him...

Goren had his little idea behind the head.

He let his fingers slide along the body of Eames, and arrived at the height of her hips, lifted her, wrapped her legs around his waist.

- Sense...

At his words, Eames blushed violently, cheeks pink, his heart beat violently in his chest, ready to explode.

Eames had very well understood the allusion.

And already Goren his burden in his arms, headed to the room of Eames.