- I can't forget last night...

At Goren's words, Eames felt a shiver of pleasure run through her.

She felt Goren's breath on her neck, and his lips brushing against her ear.

- If only we were somewhere else... Eames burst into flames. Not that the idea of taking you on this table doesn't cross my mind...

Eames let out a little cry of pleasure from her lips.

She bit her lip.

My God...

Goren must have heard her.

She had to get a grip on herself.

This was not the place to think about having sex.

Anyone could walk into that interrogation room.

- It shouldn't...

Eames tried to firm up his voice, but it was a lost cause, his voice betrayed his confusion.

Goren wrapped his arm around her waist, holding her close, and laid his head on her shoulder.

- So tell me you don't want to...

Eames blushed violently.

Damn it...

She couldn't tell him that.

From the tone of her voice...

Goren would know she was lying.

Eames wanted Goren to make love to her...

Right here, right now.

And no matter the consequences.

Eames raised, and turned her face to Goren's, her lips were so close to his.

She swallowed hard, not taking her eyes off his lips.

Was Goren going to kiss her...

Her heart beat violently in her chest, her blood boiled in her veins.

Goren arched his eyebrow, put on his lips his charming smile, plunged his brown eyes burning with desire in the big hazel eyes of Eames which shone of this small flame that he knew so well, to have had it posed on him all night.

- Bobby... No...

Goren could not take his eyes off Eames' lips...

They hypnotized him...

They called for kisses.

And he made it his duty to fulfill their wishes.

Goren brought his hand to Eames' chin, lifted her face slightly, and lowered her face to his, brought her lips close to his, brushed them.

- Goren... Eames...

At the door that opened on their captain Lipschitz, Goren and Eames jumped, pink in the cheeks, and stepped aside, looking away.

Lipschitz looked at Goren and Eames in turn.

What did that mean...

And what had he seen...

Even briefly.

His two there embraced…

In the process of kissing

It must have been his imagination.

But strangely he had no doubts.

He had looked for them everywhere.

And these two...

Were here...

In this room.

When there were no suspects to question.

What did that mean...

The image of Lorenzo and Rita flashed in his mind.

Ah no.

This wasn't going to start again.

He hadn't been transferred from Florida to New York to witness the same scenario again.

Was he the only one to always live the same situations...

It was getting tiresome.

First there was Lorenzo and Rita.

He remembered how they had hidden their liaison.

And especially how that story had ended.

And now...

It was these two.

If this continued...

He was going to have a heart attack.

And it wouldn't be because of what he was eating.

So Lipschitz would have to watch them.

Should he separate them...

Changing partners could be a lesson to them.

But he knew very well that Goren was just like Lorenzo.

A head of wooden.

And nothing would stop him from staying with his partner...

Even if he changed partners.

That idiot there...

Would cling desperately to Eames.

Just as Lorenzo had done with Rita.

In case of extreme emergency...

And if things got out of hand...

and started to get out of hand...

he would contact Rita.

If Rita told her story...

Maybe that would cool things down for these two.

At least...

He hoped so.

But he had his doubts.

And he saw in Goren and Eames...

The same story as Lorenzo and Rita.

And nothing good could come of it.