Title: Ballistics

Disclaimer: See previous chapter.

A/N: Because reviewers brought up they would like to know more about Eames' motivation in the first part, I thought a companion would be fun. Though, originally, I had no intention of writing more, I actually like the idea of running with it a little. Takes place before part one...

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His fingers played mindlessly with the folder in his hands, his teeth clamping down on his bottom lip as thoughts ran over his desperate mind. He knew that she would be at his side soon, asking for the results in his hands - the ballistics report.

Working with her for nearly six years, he knew it was a touchy subject, one he never, ever pressed.

Reading her file, that was how he found out. She never said anything, never discussed it, never brought him up. Now, what was this conversation going to be like?

Glancing back at the manilla file wedged between his fingers, he flipped it open once more. Eyes scanning the results, stomach churning and tightening by the words printed next to a matching pair of photos of two shell casings.

The gun that killed their victim was the same gun that killed her husband.