- I don't know if Frances Martines will make it through the night...
At the doctor's words, Goren's heart broke into a thousand pieces.
Her face turned as white as an aspirin tablet, and her features were distorted by sadness.
After what she had just experienced...
Her parents killed...
Her mother brutally murdered...
And she...
Having taken a bullet...
Why did she...
- Only the night will tell.
What the hell...
It was not possible...
This little girl had survived this atrocious murder...
She was a fighter.
She had not survived...
To die.
It wasn't fair.
- Will you stay...
Goren nodded, tears in his eyes.
He looked over to the bed where the little Frances was lying.
Of course he was going to stay...
The doctor had made inquiries.
Francès had no family left...
Nor anyone close to her.
She was alone.
He couldn't leave her like that...
All alone.
Goren had to tell Eames that he would stay with Frances...
And that he wouldn't return to the scene of the crime.
Knowing Eames...
She would cover for him.
Eames hung up his phone, put it back in his pocket.
Bobby had stayed with the little girl.
He had told her that she had no one left...
And that the doctors didn't know if Frances would make it through the night.
His heart sank.
Eames could already see a tragedy.
If the child didn't survive...
She was afraid of the state Goren was in.
He had a tendency to take everything to heart.
Francès was an orphan...
Without any family.
And she knew that Goren identified with Fries.
The irony of fate...
This little girl had her mother's name.
Eames was going to cover Goren.
And as soon as she was done with the crime scene...
She was going to meet him at the hospital.
- Detective Eames from homicide... Eames pulled out her badge, showing it to the nurse. Little Frances Martines' room.
She knew she had to show her badge...
If she wanted to see the little girl.
Not being her family...
She couldn't have gone to see her...
The nurse looked down at her screen, and typed on the keyboard.
- Francès Martines... She let the list of patients scroll before her eyes, and stopped her gaze on the little girl. She raised her head, looking at Eames. Room 208.
Room 208...
Eames walked towards the room number the nurse had just given her.
When she got to the front of the room, she stopped.
Goren was not on the benches outside the room...
He must have been in the room, watching over the child.
Her heart tightened.
Damn it...
She should have known he would react like this.
This was not good...
It wasn't good at all.
She put her hand on the handle, and opened the door.
Eames' heart stopped dead in his tracks as he watched the scene unfold before his eyes.
Frances' body was covered with wires connected to the monitor.
And on her face, she had a respirator.
My God...
She was just a little girl.
Her heart broke at the sight.
Goren was there...
He was there too.
Kneeling in front of the child's bed...
Holding the little girl's hand in his hands...
And her sleeping head against his fingers.
My God...
Alex's heart sank.
She had sensed that there would be a drama.
And it had not failed.
The way Goren held Frances meant a lot.
Eames closed the door behind her and walked over to the bed, taking a chair as she went.
When she reached the bed, she put the chair down and sat down.
Eames didn't know what to do...
She couldn't wake Bobby...
Didn't have the heart.
And so, she could only watch this scene...
Only helplessly.
Hopefully, Frances would make it...
