What had just happened...
Where were they...
And what was this place...
Goren and Eames looked at each other surprised.
Not understanding what had just happened.
Two seconds before...
They were at a crime scene...
And two seconds later...
They were sucked into a sphere.
And they had landed here...
In this vast green field.
But what was most strange...
Was not the place.
But the clothes they were wearing.
Their outfits had changed completely.
Goren found himself wearing a red tunic, of an English soldier, from the eighteenth century.
And Eames...
She found herself wearing a pastel blue muslin dress, with frilly sleeves...
Outfits totally different from the twenty-first century...
But what was this circus...
Could it be a joke that was played on them.
Goren did not like the joke at all.
And he had an idea of the name of the culprit.
- You understand something...
Goren looked at Eames who shook his head in denial, not taking his eyes off the voluminous skirts of her dress.
What could they possibly understand about what had just happened...
It was so incongruous...
Unimaginable.
And even with all the books Goren had read...
No book at that moment could help him...
Or understand what was going on.
Especially in a situation like this.
In addition...
Eames had this way of swaying in this dress...
Trying by all means to look behind her back.
At the way Eames moved, a small mocking laugh escaped his lips.
Eames raised her big hazel eyes towards him, and glared at him.
Did Goren think she hadn't heard his little laugh.
And Eames didn't like that.
There was nothing funny about this way of being.
On the contrary...
So why was he laughing at her.
Especially since the situation was far from being funny.
Didn't he see that this dress was too imposing...
Too invasive.
Preventing him certain movements.
And this corset that prevented him from breathing.
Who had the idea to invent such a torture.
And he...
Couldn't think of anything better than to laugh.
Good God...
Like all men...
Goren was a complete idiot.
With big hazel eyes that set him on fire...
Goren stopped laughing, and pulled himself together.
His little blonde partner didn't appreciate him making fun of her at all.
And knowing her, it was better that he stop it right away.
Or he would suffer her wrath.
But Goren could hardly contain his hilarity.
If only he had a big mirror...
He would have shown her so she could see herself.
And he was sure that the hilarity of the situation would have made him laugh too.
It was so funny...
But also very cute.
Seeing her in that outfit...
Showed the woman she was.
And especially all her forms.
With the casual outfits that Eames used to wear, Goren rarely had the opportunity to see her shape.
And this dress showed him openly the forms that she had hidden.
Very pretty forms...
That one would like to touch.
At this idea, his heart beat violently in his chest, ready to explode, his blood boiled in his veins.
My God...
But what was wrong with him.
He had never reacted like that in front of Eames.
But it was the fault of this dress.
It highlighted the small chest of his partner.
And especially...
It revealed a very fine size.
And her voluminous skirts had to hide real treasure.
Name of God...
But he absolutely had to calm down.
And above all...
To think of something else.
Eames was his partner...
And he had a deep respect for her.
To him...
Eames was like his little sister.
And a big brother didn't have such ideas in his head for his sister.
It wasn't right.
But Eames was a beautiful strand of woman...
And that dress...
But to think that there were any improper gestures...
- Captain Goren.
At the sound of a man's voice, Goren snapped out of his thoughts and looked towards the sound of the voice to see a young red-haired man, also dressed in an English tunic, running up.
But what was that again...
Captain...
Hadn't this young redhead lost his mind.
And why had he called him captain...
When he was just a simple inspector.
It didn't make sense.
But Goren's gaze was drawn to something long that the young redhead held in his hand.
It was a weapon.
He analyzed the weapon, which looked like a rifle, but from which the tip ended in a small blade.
It was not a simple rifle.
It was a bayonet.
A weapon used by soldiers in the eighteenth century.
Instinctively, Goren put his hand on Eames' arm, and placed it behind him as a shield, in case of need.
- Bobby what the...
Goren turned to her, and put his finger to her lips, silencing her.
- Let me do it.
At his words, Eames felt a violent anger come over him.
Who did he think he was?
She knew very well to defend herself alone.
And even in this dress...
She would be able to manage.
- I can handle it just fine.
Good God...
Why didn't she ever agree to rely on him.
He was still her partner.
In addition...
She could be so annoying when she acted like that.
Playing hard to get...
While he knew very well that under her airs there...
She was very fragile.
- Will you please shut up... And listen to me. Goren spoke in a firm voice, which did not reply, making Eames jump, who had never seen him speak to her like that. I have to analyze the situation... He turned his head towards her, his face serious. And then you can do what you want.
Pardon...
Let her keep her mouth shut.
And let him handle the situation.
Whereas just like her...
He didn't understand what was happening.
But on the other hand...
Goren was a better psychologist than she was.
And just by talking, he was able to handle any situation.
Whereas she...
She had more trouble.
So maybe she should let him do it.
In addition...
This muslin dress was much too cumbersome, and prevented her from any quick movement.
So it was better to let him do it.
Even if she would have preferred to manage the situation herself.
- Very well... I let you manage.
At Eames' words, Goren smiled.
Eames was nevertheless very conciliatory with him.
And that's what he liked about her.
Because she always knew how to balance things out and be fair.
Goren looked away from Eames, returning his attention to the red-haired young man who was running towards them, and who stopped a few centimeters away from him, his big emerald green eyes shining, and his cheeks red from running.
- Finally I find you. The young redhead looked behind Goren, and a small mocking smile appeared on his lips. And as always... the widow Dutton, daughter of the Duke and General Eames is always at your side.
At the mocking smile of the young redhead, Goren understood the allusion.
This young boy he had in front of him, imagined that he and Eames...
Good God...
This had happened many times during investigations.
But nothing had ever happened between them.
On the contrary...
He respected her too much to have ideas like that.
Moreover...
How could a woman like Eames be attracted by a man who caused her so much trouble.
You had to be logical.
It was simply impossible.
- Daughter of a duke and a general. Widow Dutton...
So even here...
They knew she had lost her husband.
But strangely enough, it was the word duke and the word general that the young redhead had said that kept coming back into his head.
Had the young boy said duke...
- Duke... General...
At Eames' repeated murmurs, Goren snapped out of his thoughts.
Good God...
He hadn't really been paying attention to what the young redhead had just said.
Captain...
Daughter of a duke...
And general.
Widow Dutton.
For the fourth...
He knew all about it.
But for the first three...
It didn't make sense.
He was not a captain.
He was just a detective.
And Eames...
Daughter of a duke...
And a general.
He'd never heard that from Eames.
And if he had...
She would have told him.
Because they didn't usually hide anything from each other.
Could it be...
But no.
It was simply impossible.
Goren could believe and imagine many things.
But this.
No.
It was impossible.
But for safety's sake, and to make sure he wasn't delusional, he had to ask the young redhead some questions.
- Tell me... The young redhead nodded, motioning for him to continue. Can you tell me what day and what year it is.
And there it was...
Here we go again.
As soon as his captain was with the widow Dutton...
He couldn't remember anything.
It was as if his brain had completely evaporated.
Nothing existed for him anymore.
It was hopeless.
How could a man easily lose his mind over a woman.
Even though in this case, the woman was a pretty face.
It was really very childish.
In addition...
Instead of staying away from the lady in question...
Forgetting what separated them.
Their social ranks.
She a daughter of the aristocracy and a general.
And he...
A small nobleman of the nobility.
They continued to see each other in secret.
Forgetting all the rumors that were circulating about their accounts.
And instead of not seeing her anymore...
And cut off all her rumors.
His big dumb captain didn't hesitate to see the girl.
And she...
That was even worse.
Why didn't she pay attention to the rumors.
She was of high status.
She should have paid more attention to her reputation.
But I guess she didn't care.
Since she always came to see Captain Goren.
- It is Tuesday, May 13, 1777.
At her words, Goren and Eames gasped.
Pardon.
Tuesday, May 13, 1777.
But this young redhead must have been rambling.
It was simply impossible.
Two seconds before...
It was Tuesday, May 13, 2006.
So how could they be in 1777.
In addition...
If the young redhead was playing a joke on them...
It wasn't funny.
And Goren would deal with him right away.
There were limits...
- If this is a joke...
A joke...
No, but his captain wasn't serious.
Like he was going to make up a date.
No but oh.
The young redhead could understand that his captain was dazzled by the duchess.
But to lose his mind completely...
- What the hell are you playing at, Captain Goren...
Good God...
Was this young redhead going to stop using the word captain when he spoke to her.
Seriously...
It was starting to get on his nerves.
And it wasn't funny at all this little game he was playing.
- Every time it's the same. The young redhead raised his voice, his cheeks turning red. As soon as you're with Lady Eames you do anything.
Goren gasped, startled by the young redhead's angry voice, his emerald eyes glowing with anger.
My God...
The young redhead realized that he had said out loud what he was thinking.
He put his hands over his mouth and stepped back.
He should never have said that.
He forgot that he was not of the same rank.
And that even if Goren said he was his friend...
He should not forget their social differences.
But this idiot had it coming.
Lady Eames here...
Lady Eames this and Lady Eames that.
He couldn't live a moment without her.
Instead of chasing her.
And she, instead of stopping him...
She encouraged him.
They were as hopeless as each other.
To the reaction of the young redhead…
Goren understood that this was not a game.
And that it was serious.
In addition...
He knew that even when Logan was playing jokes...
There was a point where he would stop.
And he should have stopped the joke already.
But then...
Name of God...
It just couldn't be possible...
And yet...
The way the three of them looked...
He said it could be real.
But how could it be possible...
First of all...
Goren had to remain calm.
And that he knew who they were.
And above all...
Where they were.
And for what purpose.
- Tell me... Can you remind me your name...
At his words, the young redhead blew with exasperation.
And here we go again.
Always his incessant questions.
About who he was...
What day it was.
And many others.
Especially since he knew the answers very well.
So why did he always have to answer the same incessant questions.
It was hopeless.
- I'm Lieutenant Andy Olson... He paused for a moment, watching every expression on his captain's face. That he knew by heart. Your best friend.
His best friend...
Pardon...
This young redhead was his best friend.
And how was that possible.
They were so different.
And above all...
Goren had never really had a best friend.
But if this young redhead was telling the truth...
And that he was his best friend…
Then he could ask her what this allusion between Eames and him meant, by her mocking smile at his arrival.
- Tell me...
Ah no...
Goren was not going to start with his questions again.
He didn't have time for that.
For one thing...
Lady Eames absolutely had to return to her father's house before he discovered her disappearance.
And that was the most urgent thing.
Especially when you knew her father's temper.
But strangely enough, her idiot captain didn't care.
It was as if he were suicidal.
And secondly...
Goren had to go back to the camp.
What would happen if Goren and Eames were discovered together.
Olson could already imagine the wrath of General Eames.
And it was better to avoid that.
Especially for Goren's little head.
Who could very well end up under a rope.
Goddamn it...
Goren was definitely an unconscious man.
Did he forget that he was risking his life by sneaking around with the general's daughter.
He didn't seem to care.
- Bobby...
At Eames' worried little murmurs, and her trembling little fingers clutching his arm, Goren turned to her, and gently placed his hand on hers.
- It's okay, Alex...
Olson stood there as if forbidden, watching the scene unfold before his eyes.
Good God...
It was as if they had forgotten he was there...
And that it was just the two of them.
And what was that.
Had he heard correctly...
Goren had just called Lady Eames by her first name.
Name of God...
Not only were they seeing each other on the sly...
But they called each other by their first names.
That wasn't done...
Except between a husband and wife.
And especially not between two people from different social backgrounds.
And they were not both from the same background.
In addition...
If Lady Eames had come to this place...
Olson knew very well that Goren had given her an appointment.
For the lady would never have ventured to the meeting without a chaperone.
Especially if her father the general found out...
Name of God...
When was Goren going to understand that he was not destined to be with her...
And that even as a widow...
Eames was not and would never be destined for him.
And he knew better than to interfere in the Duke's life.
But then why...
Why was he doing this.
Could he not forget the little widow.
Instead of chasing her with his assiduity.
It was really necessary that he cut short their meetings...
And on the spot.
With a firm and determined step, Olson went around Goren, and went towards Eames, put his hand on her wrist, pulled her, forced her to follow him.
Olson felt strong fingers on his arm, stopping him in his tracks.
- Do not touch her.
At Goren's coldly spoken words, Olson felt a violent anger rise up inside him.
Don't touch her.
But he wasn't doing anything wrong.
He just wanted to keep them out of trouble.
So where was the harm.
In adition...
He was seriously getting tired of his captain's behavior.
He'd better worry about the men in his detachment, instead of worrying about Lady Eames.
- I have to get her home... And you know it.
At the young redhead's shout, Goren gasped, surprised by the anger in his voice.
But whatever his anger...
That didn't give him the right to lay his fingers on Eames.
He forbade it.
Goren looked into the young redhead's angry brown eyes, and he shook his head in denial, refusing to give in.
- You'd better let her go.
Drop it...
Now it was threats.
While he was trying to save her life.
And above all...
To avoid both of them finding their little heads at the end of a rope.
Because if he was discovered with these two...
He didn't give much of a chance for his life.
So he wouldn't listen to her.
And he would take her back, willingly or not.
Whether his captain liked it or not.
- I'm taking her back whether you like it or not.
Pardon..
But this young redhead was not listening to what he had just said.
In annoyance, Olson put his hand on Goren's, and raised his chin, challenging him.
It took a lot for him to be afraid of Goren.
He was so used to his reactions...
To that sick jealousy he had for Lady Eames...
When a man had the misfortune to only look at her.
Ready to take out his gun and shoot him.
Olson was used to it.
And that's why he wasn't afraid.
Because he managed to reason with a simple sentence.
- Don't be a fool or your head will roll... Robert.
Robert...
My God...
How he didn't like being called by his first name.
He hated it.
It was too serious...
Too formal.
Besides...
Why should his head fall off...
And what was to prove to him that Olson was a reliable person.
He barely knew him.
So how could he really trust him.
Especially in relation to Eames.
- Who says...
Olson waved his hand in exasperation.
- ...That I'm a reliable person.
My God...
How could he finish his sentence, and guess what he was about to tell her.
Only Eames finished his sentences.
And today...
This young pipsqueak was finishing his sentences.
So maybe...
- Like every time I brought him back. He looked at Eames and Goren in turn, weighing his words carefully. And that I saved your head.
Reluctantly, and seeing that the young redhead was determined not to let go of anything, Goren let go of Olson's hand, and looked at Eames who was looking at him with big hazel eyes questioning him.
- Follow him... Goren let go of Olson's wrist, but did not look down, his eyes dark. But if by chance...
- Yes, I know... You will kill me with your own hands.
Reluctantly, and still shocked at Goren's resignation to comply so easily, Eames let go of Goren's arm, turned away from him, and followed the young redhead.
My God...
No.
Eames couldn't leave like that.
Without one last look at him...
Without saying goodbye.
And especially with that resigned look.
It couldn't be.
Goren rushed towards Eames, and when he reached her, he grabbed her wrist and stopped her, making Olson stop at the same time.
- We keep in touch.
At Goren's words, at his serious face, Eames felt her heart come alive again.
So Goren did not let her down, as she had thought.
With a serious face, she nodded.
Of course she would keep in touch with him.
She didn't know where they had fallen.
And Goren was the only one she trusted.
And he was the only one who could get to the bottom of this.
- We have to go, Lady Eames.
Reluctantly, Goren let go of Eames' wrist, only to see her walk away with Olson.
Good God...
He had let that young redhead take Eaems with him.
But where was he taking Eames...
Would she be safe.
But he had no choice.
This determined way that the young redhead had, showing him that he could trust him.
But still.
Shouldn't he have insisted that Eames stay by his side.
Moreover...
What was going to happen now that they were separated...
And how to understand what had just happened to them.
Why had they landed at this time...
Was there a reason...