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TI: Hurricane Katrina

Chapter 12 – Murderer Among Us, version 2.0

Rating: M (this chapter)

Characters: Goren

Summary: Goren's swinging the pipe at Lance Brody. If Bishop isn't there, how would it go down? Alternate version of Murderer Among Us, Season 3.

Goren and Katayeva were at the machine shop where Brody was a manager. They had confronted Brody about his anti-Semitism.

Goren is haranging Brody. Tormenting about Brody's mother and the Jewish doctor she had worked for. Brody's anger boils over and he grabs for a shiny metal pipe.

"You couldn't keep it in any more," shouted Goren. Brody leaned down, grabbing a metal pipe from a rack, "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa"…

Goren wrestled a metal pipe from Brody. Now, he's swinging it at Brody and taunting him about his Jewish wife…

What the fuck is he doing? Goren is losing it, shit, that's what he's doing! I'd like to take a couple of swings at the bastard myself, but the Department frowns on that sort of thing. If Goren hurts this bigot, it could cost him not only his job, but his career. He's too good to toss his life over like this.. Eames said my job was to reel him back in. Reel? It's gonna take a mack truck to pull him back.

Breathe….think….make a picture….

First, Clare Brody.

"Miss Brody, do not move forward from this spot. Do you understand me? You are absolutely not to budge," ordered Katayeva.

Katayeva walked up to Goren. They were now side by side. He stops swinging momentarily because he sensed her presence next to him. Katayeva splayed her right hand in the middle of Goren's back. She focused every particle of energy she could through her hand to Goren.

If you want to get someone's attention, whisper.

"Bobby…"

He glanced slightly to his left to look at her. That look in his eyes…he is in another zone.

"Bobby…..give me the pipe, Bobby…..give me the pipe now, Bobby."

"If you hurt this scum, if will cost you your job and your career, Bobby."

Let's try the clincher. This needs to stop now.

"If you hurt this scum you, will never work with Eames ever again, Bobby."

That's when Kat saw the change in expression flicker over his face, just for a moment.

Well, that is evidently the soft spot, the magic word.

"Give me the pipe, Bobby, give me the pipe now."

Goren handed her the pipe. Katayeva held it in her left hand, behind her back. She did not want to break Goren's concentration further by walking a few steps to place it back on the rack, so she just kept it behind her back. Her right hand remained on Goren's back.

"Keep using your words, Bobby."

"You are the master of words, Bobby."

Goren gave an almost imperceptible nod, while his eyes stayed focused on Brody. Goren continued his verbal assault on Brody, until Brody made his fatal error.

"This isn't even the right number," dismissed Brody, smacking the plastic evidence bag that held the photocopy of the license number with his fingers.

"It's not Landau's number?" asked Goren

"No…It's…," started Brody, looking over at Claire. She's realized that her father is a murderer. Claire is shaking her head and backing away.

'Well, how do you know its not?" pushed Goren.

Lance Brody has just realized that he gave away that he knew Landau's correct license plate number, that he just implicated himself in Landau's murder.

"Oh, god, Claire….."

"You know because you stalked Sam Landau, you memorized his number," Goren loudly proclaimed.

"You tricked me…You see this, Claire, you see this? This is just the kind of sneaky thing you people do…."

"Sneaky?" asked Goren, "Like seducing your mother?"

"That Jew raped her. Those Jews got everything they had coming to them. I had a right after what they did to your grandmother…your mother. They killed your mother."

Goren attempts to cuff Brody.

"Get your filthy hand off me!"

"Lance Brody, you're under arrest."

Uniformed officers moved in. They dragged Brody from the premises as he screamed that his daughter "was not a Jew".

Katayeva returned the pipe to the rack. Then she started breathing again.

Goren was quiet on the walk back to their SUV. When he got in the vehicle, he leaned his seat back, scrubbed his face with his big hands, then closed his eyes. He was asleep in minutes. God, he needs that. Katayeva drove back to One P.P., playing soft classical music from the iPod, hoping to help soothe her partner. Pachelbel's Canon in D. Very relaxing. Katayeva often played it when her children needed soothing. She was familiar with Goren's taste in classical music. His unconscious should accept it.

I have kept my promise to Alex Eames. My promise to keep Goren safe, to rein him in when he needs it. Now, will somebody pass me the damn Advil™ and the Stoli?