No !
Goren woke up with a start, his blood running cold from Eames' scream.
He got up from the couch, and rushed to the room.
Eames brought her hands to her eyes, shaking her head in all directions, taken by fright.
She heard Goren's footsteps.
She moved her hands away from her eyes, seeing two legs.
He came and sat beside her, and took her hands in his.
- Alex...
Tears welled up in her eyes.
She threw herself into his arms and burst into tears, screaming and clutching at him in despair.
- He...
Gently, he wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her close, cradling her.
- It's nothing... He spoke in a soft voice. It was a nightmare.
She looked up at him with her big, tear-filled hazel eyes, clinging to him desperately.
- He shot me.
At her words, Goren's heart sank.
Every night it was the same thing.
Eames relived the scene of the suspect shooting him.
Goren could not forget that scene...
So how could she forget it...
And like every night...
He was there, holding her, rocking her, and calming her.
Eames was in pain.
She didn't remember Bobby.
He was deeply kind, and patient with her.
Goren had been kind enough to take her into his home, and he had given her his bedroom, while he slept on the couch.
It was strange...
She had not seen a wife or child.
He had no little family of his own...
Yet...
He was far from being unpleasant to look at.
And he had many qualities.
Qualities that must have appealed to many women.
Eames remembered the first time she came across a picture of her niece Molly.
At first glance, she thought that this little girl was hers.
Molly looked so much like her.
With her ebony curls, her doll face, and the physiognomy of her body.
Except for the color of her azure eyes, which she didn't have in common with Bobby.
Everything about her was his living image.
- She is the daughter of my late brother, Frank. Goren's voice had just broken. She is the only person I have left of my family.
At his words, Eames' heart had broken into a thousand pieces.
Goren had no one...
Just his niece.
He must have been very lonely.
Goren looked so sad as he looked at the picture of his niece and stroked it affectionately.
- She's pretty. Bobby smiled. Alex had already paid him the same compliment the first time she had seen his niece's picture. I'm sorry I don't remember...
Goren shook his head in denial.
He brought his hand to her cheek, and stroked it gently.
Alex was really adorable.
His heart sank.
Everything that had happened...
Was his fault.
If he had reacted in time at the end of the interrogation, Eames would never have been hurt, and would not have lost all his memories.
He could not forget the scene, which made his blood run cold.
He entrusted the suspect to other officers, and the suspect had taken the gun of one of the officers and aimed at Eames.
By the time he reacted, the drama had happened.
Like forgetting...
Eames inert...
Lying on the ground...
And bathed in blood.
And every night she relived this horror.
He could never forgive himself.
He should have been in her place...
And taken the bullet for her.
He remembered word for word what the suspect had yelled.
- Couldn't have asked for a better revenge.
By targeting Eames he had taken revenge on him.
Hurting him...
And wiping him out.
But Eames had gotten away with it.
Thanks to God.
- Try to go back to sleep. Gently, he put his hand on her golden hair, stroking it. I'll stay here with you until you fall asleep.
With gentleness, he laid her back on the bed, brought his fingers to the sheets, covering her.
He moved away, but she put her hand on his wrist, stopping him, holding him back.
- Stay asleep with me.
At her words, Goren blushed violently.
He couldn't...
Shouldn't.
How to make him understand...
He always sat down not far from her on the chair, waiting for her to fall asleep, and as soon as he was sure she was sleeping deeply, he would go back to the sofa.
But now she was asking him something else...
Something much too intimate.
And besides, he would never have had the idea of sharing her bed.
Her big hazel eyes were begging him.
Goren would have liked to run away as far as possible.
But he didn't have the heart to refuse her.
Eames was so fragile.
At that very moment, she looked like a little girl.
- All right... I'll stay.
At his words, Alex's face lit up.
Goren lay down on the bed, resting his head on her arm.
Alex moved closer to him, put his head and his hands on his chest.
Goren blushed violently, his heart pounding in his chest.
- Bobby... She whispered shyly. You can take me in your arms...
At her words, he turns crimson.
Take her in his arms...
Had she really said that...
Wasn't he making movies...
It was...
It was too intimate...
But Eames looked so fragile, he gave in.
Just for tonight...
He wrapped his arms around her waist, drew her to him, and held her gently against him.
- Now... We must sleep.
Alex nodded.
She clutched his shirt with her fingers, and buried her head in it.
Bobby smelled good.
Her heart raced.
It was very nice, and very soothing.
She felt good in his arms...
She felt safe.
Maybe Bobby was very important to her...
Goren didn't dare move.
She was clinging to him, and he could feel her warm breath coming up his neck.
He shivered with pleasure.
It was very pleasant...
Eames was so small, so fragile in his arms.
He had only one desire to protect her.
She was so brave, so strong, before the terrible accident.
Today she was only fragile.
And all because of him.
He heard her short breath.
Eames had just dozed off.
He smiled tenderly.
Gently, he took the sheet between his hands, covering both their bodies.
He brought his lips to her forehead, brushing it.
- Good night... Little Alex.
At his words, she sighed with pleasure.
He put his chin on her golden hair, and tightened his embrace, keeping her preciously against him.