Disclaimer: Not mine. Not mine. Not mine.

Upon arriving at PP1, Bobby and Alex headed straight for the bullpen, determined to find out who Julia Taventry and Gregory Ulmstead were and why someone would want them dead.

"Taventry. Taventry as in Raymond Taventry, owner of Freemond Oil? He has control over half of the oil that comes out of the United States! No wonder Major Case was called in," Eames wondered aloud as she scrolled through the file on Julia Taventry.

"No prior convictions, not even a parking ticket. This girl was clean."

"Same story here," Goren added as he looked up from the laptop sitting in front of him. "Gregory Ulmstead has no prior arrests or convictions. Although he did have a ticket for double parking in front of a flower shop. He was definitely living on the wild side."

"So who would have reason to kill them? The Taventry family? Maybe they were upset that Julia was with someone from a lower social standing than they thought she deserved," Eames suggested as she stood up from her desk.

"In any case, looks like it's time to interview the Taventry family. Let's find out if they know what killing their daughter would do for anyone," said Bobby as he made his way to the door, helping Eames on with her coat as he walked.

Hmmm... well at least I get the chance to smell her hair today. What is that… jasmine? Maybe lavender? Agh! Creepy Goren, you're being creepy! Alex… EAMES doesn't want you smelling her hair. She probably doesn't want you anywhere near her. Come on, get your head on straight and stop it with all these thoughts!

Alex smiled to herself as she stepped onto the elevator just ahead of her partner, wondering if Bobby knew that she was completely aware of the internal berating that was occurring within that ever restless mind of his. Wondering if he knew that she was all too familiar with that same struggle.

"Mr. Taventry, I'm Detective Eames and this is my partner Detective Goren. We'd like to ask you a few questions about your daughter."

"Of course, come inside detectives. I'll just call my wife. Molly, would you come down please? There are some detectives here who want to ask us about Jules." He looked at Bobby and added quietly, "You'll have to excuse her; she's understandably very shaken and may not be able to make it through this exchange. You may need to come back later if you need anything useful out of her. And please, call me Ray."

"We understand Mr. Taventry, we'll try to make this as quick and painless as possible," Eames said as they made their way to a small parlor and sat down.

After a few seconds, tousled, puffy eyed woman emerged from the doorway and immediately greeted the detectives.

"We're sorry for your loss Mr. and Mrs. Taventry. We'd just like to ask a few questions about Julia- get some background so that we can try to understand what happened," Goren said as he leaned forward in the uncomfortably small armchair so that his shoulders would have room to move about as he spoke.

I'll bet his shoulders aren't the only part of that man that's large. I mean look at his biceps. Or his back. Wow, that suit is tailored nicely. I wonder how he pays for it all. Ehh...it really doesn't matter to me as long as they make his….. EAMES! Snap out of it! We are interviewing a family that just lost their daughter! This is important. Now you get your mind out of the gutter and pay attention to this ridiculously rich family. With the ridiculously large house. You know what else I'd bet is ridiculously large? Bobby's- EAMES! PAY…… ATTENTION…..NOW.

"…don't know why anyone would want to hurt our Jules. She was just such a sweet girl, so kind and gentle. I just can't believe she's-" Molly Taventry broke off into a massive uncontrollable sob. Shoulders heaving and gasping for air, she excused herself from the room.

"I apologize. She really just can't handle the stress right now. It's simply too much. I'll try to help as best I can though," Taventry said quietly.

"Of course. Now Mr. Taventry, how did you feel about your daughter's boyfriend?" Bobby asked as he readjusted his position in the chair for the millionth time.

"Oh Greg? He is…. was wonderful. Practically already a part of the family. We loved him like a son, and he was so good for our Jules. They were engaged, you know. An August wedding next year. Julia and Greg were so happy, and they loved each other so much. I just don't know why anyone would want to hurt either of them. We've got to get this bastard off the street," he finished.

"What makes you so sure that it wasn't Ulmstead who committed the murder and then killed himself? It certainly was made to appear that way at the crime scene," asked Alex.

"No. No, Greg would never hurt Julia. Never. It wasn't him. It had to be someone else, or you wouldn't be here, would you?" Taventry asked.

"We're just covering all the bases at this point Mr. Taventry. Can you think of anyone who would profit from either of their deaths, directly or indirectly?" Eames asked as Bobby walked around the room, picking up trinkets and family photos and browsing through the immense book collection.

"No, I've tried and tried and I just can't. Julia insisted that she make her own money, she didn't want to be dependent on us for support. She really didn't have all that much, so there was no reason to hurt her for her wealth. They were just visiting up here for a week or so, looking for apartments. They were planning on moving back to the city after the wedding."

"Mr. Taventry, would you say that Greg and Julia were an… an overly expressive couple?" Bobby asked as he perused the pictures above the mantel, picking one up and pointing at the couple. "Because, it seems like they're very close to each other in all of these snapshots. Always touching in some way… were they always like that?" Bobby placed the picture on the coffee table, and couldn't help but notice the similarities between the young Taventry girl and Alex.

Same blonde hair. Same high cheekbones. Same delicate jaw line. Same petite figure. She couldn't have been more than 5'3". I guess Greg Ulmstead and I have the same tastes in women because- wait. What? Petite blondes are not my type. Tall, busty brunettes are my type. What am I thinking? I can't believe this is actually going through my mind……. I wonder if Greg liked the way that his chin rested just on the top of her head. I know I want to hold Alex like that. Hold her in my arms and shelter her from all this pain. Place my head on top of hers and never let go. I'd… GOREN! What is with the melodramatics! Alex doesn't need sheltering you idiot. This is NOT the time to be fantasizing about your partner. Drop. It. Now. Back to work.

"They loved each other very much detective. That's really all there is to it," Taventry said quietly as he stared into the faces of the people in the picture.

"Well thank you for your time Mr. Taventry. We're very sorry for your loss. We can see ourselves out," Alex said, sensing that Bobby was clearly thinking about something else. As she stood from her spot on the small couch and crossed the room Bobby quickly joined her, and for some reason, he was blushing.

I wonder what got to him…. Alex wondered as she glanced at his face and tried to pretend that she didn't notice when he continued to sneak glances at her as they approached the SUV.

"Well that interview really helped to clear things up," Alex said dryly as Bobby maneuvered his large frame into the vehicle and pulled the door shut.

"Yeah. I really don't think the family was involved at all. There's really no reason. Maybe this was some random act of violence. Which brings us-"

"Back to square one," Alex finished as she pulled the SUV out onto the street and headed back to PP1.