- Alex... At the small hesitant voice of Francès, Eames gave him a big smile, nodded, encouraged him to speak. Why is Bobby so nice to me...

So nice to her...

But because it was in his nature to be a deeply kind person.

Especially with children.

But also...

Because she could see that he had become much more attached to Francès than to any little girl of one of their investigations.

It was the first time he let his feelings interact with an investigation, and a child.

In addition...

Eames couldn't forget that Goren had watched over all night with the little girl in her hospital bed, even though the doctors had told him that they weren't sure the girl would survive her injuries.

For Goren it was probably a sign of fate.

He had barely lived through the mourning of his mother, when a little girl, with the same name as his mother, appeared in his life.

A bit like a sign.

Eames thought that maybe with their wounds, Frances and Goren could heal some of their wounds, together.

At least try.

After all, who better to understand each other than these two deeply wounded beings.

With gentleness, Eames brought his hand to Francès's golden curls, ruffling them with affection.

- Because he is a deeply kind person. She slid her fingers to his cheek, brushed it. And because I think you've won him over.

Conquered...

But what did that mean.

Why did adults use such complicated words that she never understood.

She couldn't wait to grow up and finally understand their gibberish.

- Conquered... What does that mean...

My God...

It was true.

Frances was too young to understand some of the words, she had completely forgotten.

By conquered, she had to replace the word with a simpler one, so that the little girl would understand.

- If I tell you that you have touched her heart, do you understand better...

Yes and no.

How could she have touched his heart.

Eames placed two fingers on her forehead, snapping them lightly.

- Stop asking so many questions when you don't understand a word. Eames smiled fondly. Somehow, he's attached himself to you.

Oh...

So that was it.

Goren had become attached to her.

That meant he liked her.

A big smile broke out on the little girl's face, lighting up her face.

Good God...

Francès really was a sweet little girl.

But good God...

How much she looked like Goren at these moments, when she was asking herself so many questions in her little head.

Francès and Goren were really made to meet.

Deeply a kind person...

At the words Eames spoke as Goren was about to cross the threshold of the Francès hospital room, Goren stopped, his heart beating violently in his chest.

So Eames really thought that about him.

That he was a deeply kind person.

She had never told him such a thing.

Yes...

Maybe he was kind...

But deeply...

He had his doubts.

Goren looked at the two little people on the bed, and at the sight before his eyes, his heart stopped.

My God...

Eames was so affectionate with Francès, with her gestures, her words.

And Francès who looked at her with such adoration.

As if Eames was more than just a mortal.

Goren would not have wanted to interrupt their interlude for anything in the world.

Especially not after what Francès had told him about Eames.

Didn't Eames see she that the little girl was looking at her full of hope.

Desiring from the depths of his heart a mother-daughter relationship.

Because that was what Francès had been talking him about.

- Do you think Alex would like to be my new mom.

At her words, her heart had clenched.

Francès' big emerald eyes shone with an immense hope.

But he couldn't tell her that it was possible.

It wasn't his place to tell her how Eames felt, or what she thought.

But he was sure that Eames would be happy that Frances wanted to share her life, as a daughter and mother.

After all...

He could see the adoration that Eames had for the little girl.

No only, there was this.

But Goren knew that Eames would be a good, generous, and very loving mother.

So why not...

- I think you should tell her how you feel...

That her tell her how she felt.

But Alex might not want her as a daughter.

Alex was so nice to her.

But that didn't mean she was ready to accept her into her life.

Maybe there would never be a place for her in Eames' life.

Seeing the wrinkles forming on Frances' face, Goren put his hand on hers, squeezing it gently.

- Don't worry... Goren spoke in a soft voice, which warmed Francès' little heart. I'm sure she would be happy to know that you would want her to be your mother.

Alex would be happy that she wanted her to be her mom...

Could she believe Bobby's words.

Would Eames really like to be her mommy.

Would she be happy if she told him.

Or would she take it the wrong way.

- Bobby told me that he bought this doll...

Frances hesitated.

Should she tell Alex the real reason, why Bobby had bought that doll instead of another one.

Yes.

She had to tell him.

Alex had a right to know.

- Because it looked like the person he cared about most.

The person he cares about the most...

So Goren was attached to someone.

She felt a little stab in her heart.

Why hadn't he told her.

And who was this person.

Eames had thought she meant something to Goren.

Then she had been mistaken.

She was and would be only her partner.

But good God...

What was wrong with her that she reacted like that.

This had never happened before.

At the sadness that was painted on Eames' face, Frances put his little hand on hers, and gave her a little smile.

- You know... Alexa my doll... Francès looked at her with a serious expression. she looks just like...

Great hurried steps were heard, and Frances and Eames turned their faces in the direction of the sounds, revealing Goren.

Nom of God...

But it was that Frances was going to reveal to Eames what he had told him about the doll.

He who thought he could trust her.

And she...

Who was breaking their secret.

But Frances was a child.

And she didn't see the harm in telling it.

And so...

He couldn't blame her.

But all the same.

What she was about to tell Eames was too personal...

Too intimate.

In addition...

It was his place to say that kind of thing.

Not to a child.

- Bobby...

At the little girl's cry of joy, Goren felt his heart beat violently in his chest, ready to explode, and forgot what Francès had almost said to Alex.

Seeing Frances so happy warmed his heart.

So it didn't matter what she was about to say to Eames.

Nothing could replace the color of her big emerald eyes that shone brightly at the sight of him.

What had Francès wanted to tell him...

And as by chance Goren had appeared at that moment.

She was sure he had done it on purpose.

Preventing Francès from revealing something important.

Good God.

It pissed her off...

She hated it.

Because she wanted to know what Francès was going to tell her about Goren.

She was sure it was something important.

Some kind of little secret between Frances and him.

But why had Francès alluded to the resemblance of the doll, with the person that Goren held most dear.

Who in Goren's entourage could have golden hair, and hazel eyes...

Eames wanted to know.

To know who this woman was that he was hiding from her.

Was it really serious between them.

Had he declared himself...

Were they dating.

A pang of jealousy rose in her.

No.

What she felt was not jealousy.

It couldn't be.

And yet...

She didn't like the idea of Goren going out with another girl.

But not at all.

Oh whatever.

She had to worry about Frances first.

She was going to leave the two of them alone.

Eames would later ask Goren about this mysterious blonde woman with hazel eyes.

- I'll leave you to it.

Eames leaned her face towards Francès's face, brought her lips close to his forehead, brushed against it.

She deviated from Frances, and got up, heading for the door.

Arrived at the sides of Goren, she stopped in front of him, and raised her face towards him, brought her lips close to his ear, brushed it.

- You will tell me who this mysterious blonde with hazel eyes is.

At her words, Goren blushed violently, his heart beating wildly in his chest.

Good God...

How was he going to get out of this mess.

If Eames questioned him insistently, he would be in trouble.

There was no way he could tell her who this woman was.

She was going to gouge his eyes out, finding out who she was.

He put his hand to the back of his neck and looked away, his cheeks red, everything embarrassing.

- We'll see you later.

On his words,, Eames walked away, and turned back to Frances one last time, giving him a big smile, and walked away, leaving them both.

We'll see you later...

At her words, Goren shivered all over.

It wasn't…

But not a good sign at all.

He were going to have to find a way out.

- Bobby...

At the little voice of Francès who was questioning him, Goren came out of his thoughts, and went towards the little girl, who was waiting for him with her face beamed, her little doll that she had taken in her arms.

He would think about this later...

It was better to take care of Francès.

He was there for that.