- Rita ...
At her name, Lee Lance turned, to see Eames approaching her.
Alex had come just like her, attending the special parents' day that the elementary school was organizing.
And to say that that was going to make already nine years that they knew each other.
And as time went by...
Lee Lance had found a true friend in Eames.
Eames had held no grudges when she learned that it was she who was taking his place in the homicide, and who was Goren's new partner.
On the contrary...
Eames had told her that at least with her...
She could keep an eye on Goren.
Speaking of Goren...
Where was he...
Why wasn't he there at Eames' side.
- He is already arrived long ago...
Eames did not need to finish his sentence.
Rita thought...
As usual.
- Bobby... Chris Junior rushed behind Goren, hiding from the little girl with copper curls and a round face, who was pursuing him. Can you tell your daughter to leave me alone.
At his words, Goren could not hold back the hilarity that rose in him.
Tell Chase to leave Chris Junior alone...
Of course.
Knowing his daughter.
She wouldn't listen to him.
On the contrary...
It would be worse.
Chase was as obstinate, and stubborn as he was.
And when she had something on her mind, she did not let go of anything, without having obtained it.
Still...
Goren knew that Chris Junior loved Chase.
She was his childhood friend.
And whenever he had a problem...
Even though he was a year older...
Well...
She was his protector.
Just like his mother had done with him.
Chase was really a mixture of Eames and him.
- You there... A little girl with golden hair pointed to a young boy. Come here right now.
She pointed at the brown boy to come to her.
Damn it...
With her blond hair, her big hazel eyes, her round face, and despite her small size, Clover, the eldest of her daughters, was a real sadist, and especially very capricious.
She loved to give orders, wanting to be obeyed at the drop of a hat, and woe betide the one who didn't obey.
- Plum... The teacher put his hand on the book that a little brown girl, a face with fine and delicate features, who was reading, and took it out of her hands. Give me your book.
The little girl turned to the teacher, raised her face to him, and gave him her murderous look, making the teacher recoil in fear.
Good God...
Plum, the youngest of his triplets, was probably the scariest of the three, with her killer look.
And yet...
She was far from being the most distressing.
Plum was a sweet little girl.
But watch out...
If you took away her book.
You became her mortal enemy.
Plum loved to read, and she always had a book in her hands.
- Her father's murderous look...
At Alex's little snicker in his ears, Goren turned around.
Damn it...
Why did she always say that.
Goren saw no resemblance between the look of his daughter...
And his own.
Eames smiled, tenderized.
Even if Bobby refused to recognize it...
Plum was really his daughter in every way.
She was very intelligent...
She loved to read.
And she was very gentle with the people she loved.
Despite her dark side...
And that killer look...
Which terrified many people.
Goren had the same look when something displeased him.
- Mom ... Chase rushed into his mother's arms, and if lova. You see that it is me whom she prefers. She raised her big hazel eyes to her father, challenging him. Even if you say that she has the most beautiful breasts.
At her words, Goren blushed violently, threw a black look at his daughter, who smiled with all her teeth, and clenched her fists with all her strength.
Eames put his hand to his daughter's mouth, gagged her, her face red.
Goren and Eames did not dare to look at each other.
But a small chuckle was heard, and they both looked in the direction of the laughter.
Lee Lance was laughing, and laughing at them.
And Chris Junior was looking at Chase as forbidden, pink-cheeked, and shaking his head in denial.
- I told you so mom... Chris Junior pointed at the little redhead. Chase has of his words...
Good God...
Chase had a tendency to talk of certain things...
And often things that were not of his age.
But she didn't really realize what she was saying.
Not necessarily thinking anything bad.
Chase pushed his mother's hand away.
- If Dad says so... Chase grumbled, glaring at Chris Junior. I can tell.
Good God...
Chase couldn't stop repeating everything her father said.
Especially when it was things like this.
The problem...
One day...
Chase must have heard the wrong thing.
And yet...
They were very careful.
And unfortunately for them...
She repeated everything she heard.
And said it in all the right ways.
Eames looked at Clover, the eldest of the three girls, who was playing the commander, as usual.
To the great despair of the little brown boy who had become her whipping boy.
Eames couldn't see or Goren could see that Clover cared a lot about her.
She had never tried to command him.
Finally almost.
But this was different.
If she had done this...
It was to keep him out of trouble.
Whereas Clover...
She enjoyed torturing her classmates.
Clover had that tomboyish side too.
Always fighting...
With everything and everyone.
- Madam Goren... The teacher called out to Eames, waving his hand to come over. Can you keep your daughter away from me.
At the teacher's scare, Eames nodded, and walked over to the teacher and her daughter, leaving Chase with her father.
- I'm staying with Dad... Me.
Chase ran to his father, put his little hand on his, and intertwined his little fingers with hers.
When she reached Plum, Eames took the book from his daughter's hands.
Plum felt a fierce anger rising inside her.
She raised her head and glared at the person who had dared to take away her bed.
At the sight of her mother, her big brown eyes softened, and a small smile appeared on her lips.
It was her little mom.
- Follow me.
Plum nodded, and under the stunned gaze of her teacher, followed Eames obediently.
The child with the killer look, in contact with her mother, was becoming an adorable little girl, with a face with delicate features, big brown eyes all shiny, and a pretty little smile on her lips.
Clover felt a firm hand on her shoulder.
- Who's allowing herself.
She turned her face, and at the sight of her mother, she calmed down.
My God...
Mom.
It was going to be barder again.
But today...
Clover didn't want to obey.
And it didn't matter if she got into a fight.
- You're coming with us...
Eames put his hand on his eldest daughter's arm and pulled her along.
Clover stopped and put her little fingers on her wrist, trying to pull her mother's hand away.
- Let go of me. Eames shook her head in denial, and pulled Clover forcefully. I refuse to follow you.
So that was that.
Clover wanted to do his own mind.
Well…
She was going to see who was in order.
Clover screamed, trying to break free of her mother's grip.
- You're a witch...
Witch...
Eames had to bite her lip to keep from laughing.
To Goren she was an angel...
And to Clover a witch...
But these two...
They were more alike than they thought.
Arriving at the side of Goren and Lee Lance, Eames let go of Clover's wrist, and handed the book to Plum, whom the little girl hurried to take in her hands, a big smile on her lips.
- Did you see dad... Chase pointed at Clover. Clover always wants to be the chef.
At his words, her face red with anger, Clover turned to Chase, and walked towards her, with a determined step.
- Repeat a little to see.
Chase let go of Goren's hand, and walked towards Clover, chin up.
- You want play the chef.
So Chase wanted to play that.
Well...
She was going to see what she was made of.
Chase felt powerful hands come down on her shoulders, stopping her.
She looked up, and recognized her father's face, who was shaking his head in denial.
- Puff... Daddy always comes to your rescue... She looked at Chase with contempt. You're his favorite.
Chase put his little hands on his father's, tried to push them aside.
But he was too strong for her.
Eames rushed to Clover, grabbed her by the arm, and stopped her in her tracks.
- Ah no... Clover was getting redder and redder. It's not going to happen again.
Damn it...
Why was it always the same between Clover and Chase.
Clover was always looking for Chase...
And in the end it always ended in a fight.
But worst of all...
Chase always had the upper hand.
And Clover always went for it.
Why did Clover always go after Chase so much.
Chase was her junior.
Instead of looking for a fight...
Couldn't she not try to get along with her.
But no.
Chase was still getting the same words from Clover.
You're favorite of Daddy...
While not at all.
Eames knew that Goren loved his daughters equally.
But Eames knew that Chase adored his father.
He was her hero.
And she always said she would marry him later.
Damn it...
Having triplets was really no picnic.
Lee Lance, like every time...
Always witnessed this kind of scene with the triplets, at least the two older ones.
Because the youngest was the one you never heard from.
Or at least very rarely.
When her sisters argued, Plum would pick up a book, and plunge his head into it, forgetting about them.
Rita thought Eames and Goren were really brave.
They were a year younger than Chris Junior...
But they looked so exhausting compared to her son.
After all he was an only child...
And maybe that was for the best.
Lee Lance remembered that one day Goren had asked Lipschitz if his daughters could come.
And to the great despair of Lipschitz, who had agreed, he had learned his lesson.
And would never make the same mistake again.
If Chase had wisely stayed to chat with his father, and Plum to read, Clover had come out of the captain's office, and had played the leader, giving orders to the entire crime squad.
And Chase had wanted to intervene.
And it ended in a fight.
Naturally...
Without Eames...
Goren had not been able to manage the situation, and had felt overwhelmed.
And Chase, happy and proud to have knocked out his sister, had gone back to his father, taking him by the hand and guiding him to his office.
To the great despair of Lipschitz...
Everything in his office had flown, and landed on the floor.
And crazy of rage, he ordered Goren to come to his office.
Screaming at him and ordered him to stop his daughters, who were fighting like of the ragpickers.
Making objects fly around the room.
And thanks to this interlude of the two girls, the triplets were forbidden to set foot at the homicide.
Rita felt sorry for Goren.
He had been set on fire by Lipschitz, with the door wide open, and everyone had heard everything.
Telling him that his daughters had from whom hold.
But what was sad.
Chase kept asking her father if she could come.
Goren had not said anything to his daughter so as not to offend her.
But Rita knew that Harry no longer had a grudge against Goren.
And that if Chase asked him personally to come, he would gladly accept.
But of course without the elder.
- Rita… Chase walked over to Lee Lance. Do you think I could come to Dad's work...
When Chase was at his side, Lee Lance crouched down to his level, put his hand on his coppery curls, stroked them affectionately.
- After what Clover and I did in the captain's office... The little girl turned to her older sister and glared at her. Daddy got doing argued because of us.
Rita smiled, tenderized.
Chase still hadn't forgotten.
And she was worried about her daddy.
She was really cute.
- If you call the captain... I'm sure he'll say yes.
At her words, Chase's face lit up, she put a big smile on her lips, and her big hazel eyes, shone brightly.
She turned, and rushed towards her father.
Arrived at his height, she threw herself at his legs, tightened them.
- You heard daddy... She raised her big hazel eyes, shining with excitement. I'll be able to come back. Chase turned to Clover, and stuck out his tongue. But not you.
Clover felt the mustard rise to her nose.
She was going to teach that snoty a lesson.
She took a firm step forward, her fists clenched, but two hands came down on her shoulders, stopping her dead in her tracks.
- Now that's enough.
At Eames' firm voice, Clover turned as forbidden, looked at her mother without a word.
Her mother's big hazel eyes shone with that little glint she didn't like.
Strange...
Why did she fear her mother so much...
But her father...
Not at all.
- All right.
Reluctantly, Clover unclenched her fists.
Expect the worst at home.
A small sadistic smile played on her little lips.
Chase was going to regret this.
- We can go...
At Lee Lance's words, Goren and Eames looked at each other, and nodded.
Chase rushed to Chris Junior's side, and took his hand in hers.
Gently, Goren took Plum's small hand in his.
Plum looked up at Goren.
Her large brown eyes shone with extreme gentleness, and she smiled tenderly.
She kept her book in her other hand, placing it over her heart.
The book could wait...
She was with her daddy.
And he knew how to tell her great stories.
Eames let Clover take the lead, as usual, and she stayed by Rita's side talking.
They all walked to the entrance of the building.
