Goren's finger touched the sheet of the file, indicating a detail to Eames.
To the vision...
And the memory of his finger inside her...
She burst into flames, letting out a little moan.
Goren tensed.
Had he heard correctly...
Or had he been dreaming.
Eames could not have moaned.
And yet...
Eames, who was leaning right over him, was breathing far too heavily.
So Goren had not imagined that moan.
Damn it...
This was not the time to be distracted by that.
Nor the place.
He had to think of something else quickly.
And above all, calm the beating of his heart.
But it was simply impossible.
Eames was much too close to him, her little breasts brushed his back.
Eames tortured him to be so close to him.
To believe that she made it on purpose.
He felt Eames' little lips come close to his ear, brushing against him.
- Bobby...
At her name, he jumped, blushing violently, his heart beating violently in his chest, ready to rupture.
My God...
Save me.
That voice so hot...
It was so exciting.
And the reaction of what was in his pants confirmed that Eames did not leave him indifferent.
On the contrary...
Goren took his eyes off the report, and turned his face towards Eames.
He came face to face with her cleavage.
Good God...
If he could...
He moved his hand forward...
But he stopped.
Eames arched an eyebrow, and put on his lips a little naughty smile.
Oh the she-devil...
She was indeed of coaxing him.
And if she continued like that...
He would lose control sooner or later...
And would take it in full view, and in the knowledge of all, on his desk.
But what a great idea...
Eames on his desk...
Spreading her legs...
And him plunging his head into her crotch...
And savoring his forbidden fruit.
At this idea...
His blood boiled in his veins...
And the bulge in his pants doubled.
- Goren... Eames...
At Lipschitz's voice, Goren and Eames jumped.
They turned their faces in the direction of the voice.
Lipschitz was standing in front of his office door and waved his hand, indicating that they should join him.
- Come we...
Goren and Eames looked at each other, questioning each other with their eyes.
Why did they want to talk to them...
What he had discovered for them both.
While they had been very discreet.
Was Eames right to be suspicious.
Eames strepped aside from Goren, he got up from his seat, and walked towards their captain's office, followed closely by Eames.
- This is Detective Rita Lee Lance... Lipschitz pointed to a small woman with brown curls holding a baby in her arms. He put a warm smile on his lips for his former detective. Or rather Mrs. Lorenzo...
Strange...
Why was he introducing her with two different names...
Could it be that she was a widow...
Eames thought of her at that very moment.
Two names...
Just like her.
Could it be that Lee Lance was a widow too.
And first...
Why was their captain introducing them to this inspector...
What does that have to do with them.
And second...
From the warm smile on Lipschitz's face...
He must have adored Rita.
But what was she doing here...
Especially...
With her baby.
It was really insane.
Homicide was no place for a child...
Much less a baby.
Eames looked at Goren.
From the look on his face...
He too didn't seem to understand what was going on.
Rita Lee Lance was a very pretty little woman...
The face very soft ...
But with determined features.
Strangely...
She reminded him of Eames...
But as a brunette.
Rita looked in turn at the small blonde woman, and the tall brown man.
So it was his two inspectors that Harry had talked to her.
When she entered the post, she had passed in front of their offices, without either of them seeing her.
They were so absorbed in their world...
That they did not see anything around them.
And Rita had immediately understood that it was these two that Lipschitz had told her about...
And that he had asked her to interact with.
Seeing the two of them...
Rita had felt like Chris and she were seeing each other again.
And her heart sank.
But Chris Junior her little boy was moving, moaning, and letting her know that he was there, and that he didn't want her to be unhappy.
Whenever she was sad.
Chris Junior always moaning.
But thanks to her little boy...
She had managed to survive her father's absence.
Even if it was hard.
Chris Junior was the spitting image of his father.
And Chris…
He him missed her.
They had barely realized that they loved each other...
And experienced the beginning of their romance...
That the drama had occurred.
- Rita...
At Harry's worried voice, Rita came out of her thoughts.
Damn it...
How to say...
Find the words...
To tell her former captain, and friend...
That he hadn't imagined things between Eames and Goren...
And that he was right.
Knowing him...
He was going to play with his health problems again.
Just to make the two detectives feel guilty.
Just like he had done with Chris and her.
But both of them had been smarter.
And she felt that these two...
Were, too.
Poor Captain Harry Lipschitz...
He was going through the same thing all over again...
A force...
He was going to retire rather...
Psychologically exhausted by all the detectives they had under his command.
She would have to tell him carefully.
In addition...
Harry wanted her to talk to them...
Talk about her story.
But wasn't it too late...
And more importantly would she listen to him...
If Goren was like Chris...
It would be useless.
She would face a wall.
Chris Junior became more and more agitated in her arms, crying.
Eames walked over to Rita, and tilted her face to take a closer look at this little being.
My God...
How beautiful he was...
With his big blue eyes.
Rita had really made a beautiful baby.
At the big hazel eyes looking at him, little Chris Junior calmed down, looked at the person with interest.
An image of another baby interfered in the mind of Eames.
A little baby with ebony curls, big brown eyes, and a slightly tanned complexion.
A big smile played on her lips, looking dreamy.
- You want to take it... Eames...
At her name, Eames jumped, and stepped back.
Take the baby…
She had already carried her nephew.
But here...
This was different.
She didn't know the mother.
And so she didn't dare.
In addition...
It was so embarrassing...
But so tempting to hold this little one in her arms.
Rita had seen Emaes' adoring expression in front of her son...
As well as Chris Junior's reaction to her.
And so Rita knew he was safe.
If her son reacted so well...
Eames had to be a good person.
In addition...
Her son was much like his father...
He was already a little charmer.
So to have a pretty girl all to himself...
He was going to be over the moon...
Especially if he was in her arms.
- I have confidence.
Lee Lance came closer to Eames, a big smile on his lips.
With delicacy, she deposited her son in her arms.
Eames carefully held Chris Junior in his arms.
The baby babbled, opened and closed his little fists, giving Eames a big smile.
- Chris Junior has already adopted you.
At her words, Eames turned her gaze to the child.
And the vision she had had not a few seconds ago came back to her mind.
A little boy with ebony curls, big brown eyes, and a slightly tanned complexion.
Just like Goren...
Her heart beat violently at the thought.
It would be so nice...
To have a little Bobby Junior.
But would Goren agree to have a child with her.
Did he even have the desire...
Eames had a great desire to be a mother...
But Goren...
Goren could not take his eyes off the scene that was unfolding before his eyes.
Eames holding Rita's baby in her arms.
She was glowing.
And he had never seen her so radiant.
His heart tightened.
And he frowned.
Eames deserved to be a mother.
But could he ever give her what she truly desired from the depths of her heart.
For he knew that having a child was one of her dearest desires.
He could see it in the way she was in adoration of Lee Lance's son.
Rita walked over to Lipschitz, and when she got to his side, she leaned her face toward his, brought her lips to his ear, and put her hand in front.
- You're right, Harry... Lipschitz turned to Rita, and nodded. I have the impression of I'm seeing myself again with Lorenzo.
So he hadn't imagined things...
And Rita confirmed it.
Harry was right to follow his instincts...
And to bring Rita in.
She would be able to help him.
And most importantly...
He could finally see Chris Junior.
Not only to see it on pictures.
And he knew that his wife Frannie would be over the moon in front of this child.
An idea crossed Lipschitz's mind.
Why not ask Eames to accommodate Rita in.
For one...
He was sure that his two little pieces of woman would get along very well.
And more importantly...
He could have an extra eye on Goren and Eames.
Keeping them from being alone after work.
But what a great idea...
A big mischievous smile appeared on his lips.
