A/N: Thanks for the reviews! And to the reviewer 'sell', the officers who took Bobby down did the right thing. Bobby stopped being a decorated Major Case detective the moment I had him flee from the transit officer, and when there was a warrant put out for his arrest. He was considered a fugitive, and therefore he had to be viewed as just another criminal. The warrant was for a felony offense, murder, and therefore it would have been assumed that Bobby could've been armed and dangerous. The officers responded to him with that in mind, and the fact that they did not know if he had a weapon on him or what his intentions were at 1PP. Their actions were based on standard police procedure.

Okay, and here's another chapter.

Enjoy!

Major Case Squad

The door to the room opened and he watched as a man entered. He wore a tailored Brooks Brothers suit, grey in color, white shirt and red tie, and eyeglasses. He assumed the man was a lawyer, but he didn't know if he was his, or for the State.

The man smiled at him as he approached the table, asking, "Do you know who I am?"

He shook his head as he looked the man over. "No, but if I were to guess, I'd say you're a lawyer. Mine?"

"That's right. I'm Ron Carver," Carver told him as he extended his hand.

Shaking it, he said, "I know I should know you...I don't, sorry."

Carver pulled out a chair next to him as he told him, "It's all right. I understand why, and that's why I'm here. To make sure the State also understands."

Leaning on the table, he stared over at Carver as he asked, "I want you to answer me honestly, Counselor. Am I guilty?"

Carver turned in his seat so he could face him. He gripped his shoulder a little as he told him, "I don't think so. And most importantly, I believe we can prove that. Don't worry, detective, there's plenty of evidence to exonerate you."

"Just not enough to keep this from going to the Grand Jury."

Carver smirked a little as he told him, "I remember a time when we had nothing on a suspect, but you made me indict him anyway based solely on speculation."

He blinked back at that as he asked, "Did he do it?"

"Yes, he did. And with your help, I proved he could've done it."

He looked down at the table as he thought about that. If Carver was explaining to him how good he was, it was working. Then, he realized exactly what the lawyer had said. "You aren't a Defense Attorney, are you."

Carver opened his briefcase as he said, "Prosecutor."

"Yet, you're defending me. Why?" he asked as he looked up so he could see into Carver's eyes.

"I want to," he explained as he turned to him again. Carver seemed to understand his need to make eye contact in order to gauge whether or not he was telling him the truth or not. "Throughout the years, we've had our disagreements, but I also thought highly of you, detective. You've always believed in the truth, but also in justice, even if that meant protecting the truth. I know the truth is you didn't commit neither one of these crimes, and I intend on making sure everyone else knows that as well."

There was no dishonesty he could see in the other man; and if he wasn't mistaken, he saw a hint of admiration shining through Carver's eyes before he returned his attention to his briefcase. He pulled out a notepad and pen and put then refastened the case before putting it on the floor.

"I don't know how good of a help I'm going to be. I don't remember anything."

"That's all you have to say," Carver said as he wrote something down on the pad. "Tell the truth, even if it's a constant repetition of 'I don't remember'. After you give the detectives your statement and they ask their questions. You'll be given a psych eval to document your amnesia. It'll be important to have for the Grand Jury."

"And when is that scheduled?"

"It's tentative. I'm still convinced that I can convince Jack McCoy to drop the indictment."

He looked over at him as he rubbed at his jaw. "Uh...the prosecutor?"

Carver looked over at him and gave a nod. "That's right. You don't remember who he is either."

"Him personally, no, I don't. But the name sounds familiar." As he thought about it, he reasoned it out to be something he heard in passing or read in one of the papers. "Maybe I read something about him in the paper."

"You could've; he's been in it a lot."

It wasn't long after that, a couple of minutes, before the door opened and in walked two police detectives. He recognized the man as the one who'd been with Alex at the park. The other was another woman; short, black hair, and Italian in her looks. While the man stood, she sat down across from him.

He looked back and forth between the two and then over at Carver who smiled at the two and then asked, "Will McCoy be joining you?"

"Not yet," the man said. "He'll be in here after we get done."

"Detective Goren," the woman said, causing him to break his eyes away from the male cop. "I'm Detective Barek, and you know the other detective."

Looking her in the eyes, he shook his head, saying, "I don't know the other detective." He looked up at the man and asked, "Who are you?"

"Detective Logan," he said as he shifted against the two-way mirror.

From the look in his eyes, he could tell that he wanted him to know who he was.

Giving a nod, he said, "You were with Detective Eames at the park...I saw you."

Logan seemed surprised by that. "You were actually there? We thought it was a ploy."

"It was, but I guess not in the way you thought."

"Why did you wait until now to turn yourself in," Barek asked.

Looking at her, he sighed as he answered, "I had...There were a lot of reasons. I didn't know anyone, or anything. I figured, since I knew nothing anyway, what was the point," he said with a shrug.

That caused Logan to smirk slightly as he shook his head.

"I didn't want to come in until I knew what was happening and why. I wanted to wait until I was also able to contact a lawyer. Not knowing who I could trust, and who was responsible for my condition...I was afraid."

"Is that why you also ran from the transit officer? You were afraid?" Barek asked.

Logan had yet to question him and he wondered it this was intentional or not. He didn't hesitate to answer honestly. "Yes."

"What were you so afraid of?"

He stared right at her as he said, "Of being guilty."

"Did you do it?" Logan finally asked.

Looking up at Logan, and then at Barek, he told them, "I don't know."

Barek had two files sitting in front of her on the desk. She opened the top one and pulled out a picture, putting it in front of him.

He looked down at the sight of a kid lying dead on a hospital bed, he pushed it away as he closed his eyes. That must have been the teenager he was suspected of killing.

"Do you know who that is?"

Shaking his head, he opened his eyes as he said, "No, I do not."

"You didn't do that to him?"

He glanced at the picture again, he couldn't help it. Taking in every bit of detail, he shook his head. "No."

Barek looked up at Logan who glanced at her. They both were thinking it, and so was he.

Before they could say it, he did. "I know what you're thinking. If I don't remember what happened, how can I be so sure I didn't...right?" When they both looked at him, he turned the picture around, facing Barek, as he leaned closer to her across the table. Pointing to the bruising and cuts all over the kid's face, he said, "I don't know much about myself, but I do know that I'm a lefty. These marks, here, here...and here," he said as he indicted to the angle of the impact. "If I had done it, the-the, uh, the downward angle would've been to the left, or more straight down. But, it's not. They're going to the right, and more sideways...A right-handed person did this. And not a very strong one. I weigh about what...240? I've got a strong upper body...If I had hit this kid once with an object, it would've penetrated the skull, broken through the skin easily. Instant death. This took a couple of...of, times before the skin was damaged. You're probably looking for a woman. One, full of rage."

"Why would you say that?" Barek asked.

"Because, this was done to him after he was already dead. There's no point in this other than to, to uh...let out that rage physically through an act of violence." Looking up at Barek, and then over at Logan, he said, "Don't you have experts working for you who can determine this stuff?"

Logan went to laugh but caught himself as he covered it up with a fake cough. Barek seemed less amused; she seemed utterly surprised.

"We sent the photos to an expert, Detective Goren. Their analysis proved exactly what you've just told us. That a right-handed, possibly a woman, had beaten this kid's face in with a hammer."

He glanced between the two of detectives and then looked over at Carver. "I'm no longer suspected in his death?"

"No," Logan said as he pulled out a chair and took a seat. "The DA had dropped the charge of murder for his death," he said as he took the photo away. "We just wanted to see how you would respond to it."

He thought about that as he gave a nod. "You wanted to see if I recognized him or not?"

"Exactly, and you didn't," Barek said as she took the photos from Logan.

He raised his eyes as that surprised him. He nodded to the other file as he asked, "Any other pictures you'd like to show me?"

"In a minute," Barek said, "but first, I want to know what you do remember."

"I don't remember anything," he told her again as he leaned on the table. "But I know you're going to ask me anyway, so go ahead."

"Sunday, February 20th, another murder was committed. At the scene, your suit jacket, cell phone, and wallet were discovered," Logan informed him as Barek opened the other file and showed him a photo of his belongings.

The building the items were found in had been burnt. There was debris everywhere, black and grey ash covering every inch of the place, including the items. He stared at the photo, taking in everything but the items found. "The person was burned?" he asked as he glanced up at the two of them. "Was that cause of death?"

"You tell us?" Barek said as she leaned on the table. "What'd you see?"

"I see a cover up. And, death by burning, isn't very common, unless the victim is already dead or incapacitated. And, if we're assuming the same person committed both murders...then I would think that the victim was dead before the fire was set. Your killer prefers to kill almost passive-aggressively. She, assuming it's a she, she, uh...she kills them using the least amount of physical violence...my guess would be poisoning. But then she does this..." he said as he turned the photo around to show them. "Sets the place on fire. Overkill. It suggests that it's either personal, or, she's trying to cover up the actual cause of death."

"No other reason for it besides those two?"

Shrugging, he said, "One other reason would be to tell a story. However, I don't see it. If there's another reason, a story being told..it's not complete."

"So, you're saying there will be more?" Logan asked in speculation, and confusion.

Nodding, he said, "If this is a story trying to be told...you can count on it." He saw the looks on all of their faces; they weren't expecting that. And the reason they weren't was because..."I'm being indicted for this murder, aren't I? You weren't expecting me to say that, because...if it's not me, if it's true that I didn't do this, than that means...I'm not trying to be set up, but, instead, I'm the one this killer is trying to tell the story to. Or, and here's what the prosecution is thinking...I am guilty and I'm letting you know that I'm not done yet. Well, believe me when I tell you that I have no intention of killing anyone. If someone else dies, I'm not going to be the one responsible for it."

No one said anything for a long minute, and it gave him the opportunity to take in the photo as his mind churned over what he'd just said, what he was thinking.

This was what happened on Sunday. This was what he had witnessed, and what he couldn't remember. It had to be. That meant he knew who did it, probably also the why.

It was a woman; that he knew. And now, he was thinking that it could've been this Nicole Wallace woman.

What had she told him? They were in the subway...waiting on the train...Competition.

Nicole had competition, someone had gotten in her way as she tried to help him learn the truth of who he was, and she'd taken care of the competition...of the interruption, as she put it.

Rubbing at his chin, he tried to put the pieces together. He knew he held them all; that they were all there, in the dark deep abyss where his memories laid buried.

"Who are they?" he asked as he looked to Barek, and then to Logan. When neither answered right away, he looked to Carver. "The victims, who...what were their relation to me?"

Carver looked to the detectives as he said, "If you don't tell him, I will. He has the right to know."

Logan looked to Barek as she went to speak; he stopped her with a hand on her shoulder, making her look at him. Whatever it was, it seemed that Logan wanted to be the one to tell him. He turned to him as he said, "The kid's a seventeen year old named Caleb Cunningham. He was a suspect in a previous case, and recently, in fact the night you disappeared, it was discovered that he was your half-brother."

He covered his mouth as he closed his eyes. That knowledge slammed into him hard. Taking a breath, he opened his eyes and peered at the table, fighting back an array of emotions that made no sense to him. It didn't sadden him, but angered him. "Okay," he said as his voice slightly shook. Clearing his throat, he leaned on the table and gave a nod. "Yeah, okay. And the other victim?"

Logan nodded to Barek who pulled out a picture and showed it to him. He took in and saw the face of a young woman. She had brunette hair and brown eyes, light colored skin and full lips. In the picture, which appeared to be a work ID, she wore a white lab coat. "She a doctor?"

"An M.E.'s assistant. That's Brenda Hanson." When he only looked at Logan with a blank stare, he continued, "She worked on Staten Island, along with you."

"Were we friends?" he asked as he looked back at the picture with a slight feel of sympathy and sorrow.

"Not exactly. She could've been, that was until she tried to kill you."

He jerked his head up from the picture to stare at Logan. Knitting his head in confusion, he tried to remember that. He didn't. "Sh-she, uh...how?"

Barek pulled out another photo and placed it in front of him. He looked at it and immediately dropped the picture of the woman as he stared at the photo of himself lying in a hospital bed with a gunshot wound.

He stood, backing the chair he'd been sitting in against the wall. The others in the room were startled by his sudden movement but the only one who seemed momentarily afraid was Barek.

He didn't think about it as he pulled up his shirt, exposing his bare stomach, and looked at the scar running along his left side, above his waist. Running his fingers over it, he looked from it, to the picture, and back. "She shot me."

Logan met his eyes as he told him, "She wasn't the one who pulled the trigger, but she was involved."

He looked back at the picture of himself and then at the woman. Sitting back down, he shook his head as he couldn't remember. Pushing them back to Barek, he said, "I don't remember any of it."

He felt the anger rushing through him at not being able to remember. He wanted to hit something, anything, the table as he clenched his hand and closed his eyes. The last thing he wanted to do was losing it in front of the detectives and his lawyer.

"Why are you upset if you can't remember?" Barek asked him as she stuffed the photos back into the file.

"I'm angry, detective, because I can't remember. This...it's so fucking...frustrating to not know your own life. I know that I have the answers, they're there, but I...I just can't, access them. It...I feel so...impotent."

He lowered his head as he felt the pounding start in his head. Sighing, he rubbed at it as he lost himself in thought. He heard them talking around him, but not to him, as he closed his eyes and rubbed at the pain throbbing in his temples. It was starting to become unbearable.

"Was she the one in the motel room?" The voices quieted as he opened his eyes to look around at them. Staring right at Logan, he saw he look. "She was...wasn't she?"

"Yeah, it was her," Logan said as he suddenly looked...remorseful.

He continued to stare at Logan until he looked away. turning his attention to Barek, he asked, "You know what happened to me in that room." When she didn't speak fast enough, he finally lost it. Smacking the table, he caused everyone to jump, even Logan and Carver. "Well?" he asked sternly. "I have the right to know."

Barek nodded in agreement as she told him, "She was with you in the room. There's evidence of intercourse."

He blinked back as he thought about that. He should have felt something, disgust or anger or hatred...something other than nothing. Maybe he just wasn't told the right thing. He cleared his throat as he asked, "Consensual or...was it rape?"

"We don't know," Logan told him. "The only evidence we have was on the sheets from the bed which indicates that there was sex, but...no evidence of it being focused, other than the marks on your wrists from being restrained."

"Any good prosecutor could argue that you agreed to the restraints," Carver told him as he spoke up for the first time since the interview started. "And for all we know, that is what happened."

"Hospital reports that there was no evidence of sexual intercourse found during your examination," Barek further explained. "Which means-"

"Which means that either nothing actually happened to me, or a condom was used and I was cleaned up afterwards," he finished for her. "But, even if something didn't happen to me, something happened to her. She had sex."

"Again, it's all circumstantial," Carver said as he wrote something down on his notepad.

He realized that Carver had been doing that the whole time.

"And," Carver said once he stopped writing and looked up. "If that's it, you two can leave and have McCoy come in."

Both Logan and Barek got up from the table and headed to the door. Barek left but Logan hung back; turning to him, he told him, "Hang in there, Goren. This will all be over soon. Trust in us, and Mr. Carver, and you'll be okay."

He gave a nod as Logan smiled, turned, and left. Rubbing at his head, he heard the door open again and looked up to see an older man, wearing nearly the exact same outfit as Carver, enter and sit at the table.

"Hello, detective. I'm DA Jack McCoy," he introduced himself as he shook his hand.

Carver leaned back in the chair as he crossed his arms over his chest, waiting.

He couldn't wait. he wanted to know what the DA thought, whether or not this would be taken to the Grand Jury, now. "I know why you couldn't believe me, Mr. McCoy."

"Oh yeah, and why's that?"

"You had to see me in person," he told him. "You had to hear what I had to say, see my reactions, for yourself. You couldn't just take somebody's word for it. You needed living proof...And I can't hate you for that." He looked the man over as he gave a nod in understanding. "If you're still convinced it was me, then I can't stop you from going through with the indictment. However, to prove that I committed murder, in the first degree, of this woman, then you have to prove my knowledge of her, prove my intent, how I was capable of doing it, and opportunity. As of now, you have none of that. All you can prove was that I was in the hotel room with her, and you can't even prove the how or why. All we have, both the defense and prosecution, is circumstance, and a lot of what if. I would hate for you to look like a first year law student up there, trying to indict a man that can't even remember his own name. Even so, do you think that-that I would just let you railroad me, let you destroy everything I am or was, simply for the fact that I can't remember if I did it or not? Mr. Carver here is the least of your worries if you take this to the Grand Jury, because I have no intention of letting myself become a patsy. I'll plead innocence by reason of mental disease before I let that happen, and given the circumstances, and my amnesia, I just might win that argument...there's a lot of mitigating circumstances that could bring my, uh...my state of mind into question. Don't you think?"

McCoy was quiet for a long moment as they stared at one another. He wasn't sure what McCoy was looking for, or if he was even giving him what he wanted, but he had the urge to not let himself be intimidated by the DA.

Then, with a small smile on his face, he said, "I do believe I owe you an apology."

He owed him an apology...? "For what?" he asked in confusion as he tilted his head slightly, trying to read the man. McCoy was a smug bastard, but he seemed honest in his smugness. He had the audacity to wear it on his sleeve.

"For calling you a liar," he told him before addressing Carver. "As of now, I'm holding off on the indictment, but that doesn't mean it's over completely. Unless new evidence is discovered or You recover your memories and realize that you actually did it, there's not enough to go to the Grand Jury. Plus, I'm sure that you would knock me out of the park with all this circumstantial business." He shook his hand then Carver's as he stood, saying, "I can't wait to get you back on the right side of the bench, Ron."

"Oh, I'll be back, as long as Goren is cleared of all charges," Carver said as they dropped hands.

McCoy gave a nod as he said, "As of now, he is. Have a good day."

He watched as the DA left the room before turning to Carver. "Thank you."

Carver smiled and shook his head, saying, "I didn't do anything. It was you."

"You stood by me, that's something," he told him as he stood and shook his hand.

Carver shook his hand as he gave him a pat on the shoulder. Picking up his briefcase, he headed to the door and pulled it open. "I told you once that you would make an excellent defense attorney. Even with no memory, you're still as sharp as ever. You could represent yourself."

"I'd rather leave it to the professionals, unless it's obvious that they don't know what they're doing."

Out in the hallway, he was greeted by other man and a woman. Carver left him in their company as he headed down the hall.

"Bobby, I'm Captain Deakins of Major Case, this is Dr. Olivet," he introduced them before telling him, "She wants to evaluate you and get this amnesia on paper."

He gave a nod as he looked around, asking, "Do you want to do it in the interrogation room or an office somewhere?"

"I'd rather do it now, the interrogation room is fine. It won't take long, you already proved to me during the interview that you don't remember anything."

He lead her into the room and she shut the door behind her and then got started.

Logan had tried to find Eames after he left the interrogation room, but she was no where in the building. He'd seen her speaking with a woman from IA before going in to talk to Goren, but now she was gone. Deakins had told him that she was taking leave, and that he was to be partnered with Barek, so he figured she headed home.

That worried him. He thought that she would at least stick around to hear what McCoy would decided, whether or not to proceed with the indictment or not. It didn't surprise him that after that interview, that Goren was a free man once again. The charges were being dropped unless more evidence was discovered that could prove his guilt. Which he knew wouldn't happen.

What troubled him the most about what Goren had said was that this wasn't over. If it was Nicole Wallace, a she was trying to tell a story, then more bodies were going to show up. And if Logan was a betting man, which he was, he would bet that it would be another person associated with Goren, either a friend or an enemy.

He pulled out his phone as he walked back into the squad room and dialed a number. After several rings it went to voicemail. "Hey, Eames, just letting you know that McCoy is calling the indictment off. Goren's free." He hesitated in what else to say, if anything, before hanging up.

He saw Dr. Olivet leave the interrogation room with Bobby behind her. They shook hands before she left him to go into the Captain's office.

Bobby looked around, looking lost, confused, and fascinated all at the same time as he rubbed at his neck and headed for the exit.

Logan had no idea what Bobby was going through, or thinking as he headed out of the squad room, but he felt for the guy. Turning to follow him out, he caught up with him at the elevators. "Hey, Goren."

Bobby looked over at him as he hit the button and waited for the elevator. "Detective Logan."

Logan wasn't used to hearing that coming out of Bobby's mouth, and he hoped one day he'd hear him call him 'Mike' again. He stepped up to him as he thought about why he had followed Bobby. He looked at the floor number and saw it coming up from the fifth floor; he had time, but not much. "Look, I know you don't remember me, but we were once partners on Staten Island...I saved you life when you were shot."

Bobby turned to him then as he looked him over, and then waited for him to continue.

"Anyway, I was just wanting to tell you that if you have any questions or want to talk or if you just wanted a drinking buddy," Logan said as he pulled out one of his cards and handed it to him. "Give me a call."

Bobby took the card and turned it over in his hand before pocketing it. "Yeah, sure, thanks."

"Don't mention it. I'll see you around, all right. And, hey, we'll find the person who did this. I promise," he told him as the elevator dinged as the doors slid open.

Bobby gave him a smile and then got on the elevator and pressed a button. As the doors started to close, he suddenly reached out and stopped them from closing. Looking up at him, he said, "When you see Eames, tell her that...that I'm sorry."

Logan didn't know what that was all about, but he nodded as he gave his promise. As the elevator started to descend the floor, he turned and started for Deakins office.

He met Olivet and Barek inside as he shut the door.

"So, what's the verdict, Doc?" Deakins asked as he leaned on his desk.

Olivet sighed as she leaned back in the chair she had been sitting in and crossed her legs. "I don't believe Goren's amnesia was caused by anything chemical. That was purely incidental."

"What're you saying?" Logan asked as he crossed the room and leaned against the file cabinet. "You think he did this to himself?"

"Yes, Logan, that's what I'm saying. I wasn't sure at first, but now after I saw his reactions, especially to the fact that he could've been sexually violated, and his absolute apathy toward that fact, proves it. Even with amnesia, he should be upset, but he's not. It's like he turned a part of himself off. I mean, just think about it. Think about how, at the moment in his life when he discovered that everything he thought he knew about himself and his family wasn't true, how that must have felt. His whole life had been uprooted and flipped upside down. He was mentally exhausted and more acceptable to the effects of the drug. And it was like his brain was given a choice."

"I get what you're saying," Barek spoke up from the chair she'd been sitting in. "It was his mind's way of protecting itself, of basically preserving it and Goren, by wiping the slate clean. He'd been suffering for so long, and when given the opportunity to forget everything, his mind took it, like an offering. It was an extreme form of a defense mechanism. Repression but in the greatest extreme, resulting in amnesia."

"Right," Olivet agreed. "His mind needed the time to come to terms with everything, and since it's been conditioned to repress painful memories before, it went into overdrive when Goren was given the drug to forget what happened in that motel room."

"But why did Nicole want him to forget everything anyway if she wanted him to suffer through that?" Barek asked.

"Because she didn't," Logan said as he thought about everything. "The whole purpose was to put him in the exact position he was in until now, having to defend himself when he couldn't. Wallace didn't want Goren to forget his whole life, she only wanted him to forget what happened during the time she had him. And all this stuff about there being sex, which can't be proven whether it was consensual or rape; it's just another form of torture. He wouldn't have known if he cheated on Eames or not, and given the plant of condoms in his wallet, his things being found at the warehouse fire, Nicole had him. She didn't expect this amnesia, but she knows. And she's going to use it to her own advantage."

Barek nodded in agreement before saying, "And if it is Nicole, she's not done yet."

Logan smirked as he said, "My thoughts exactly. She's going to go after him, and everyone he knows, friends and enemies. If she is trying to tell a story, like Goren said, it isn't complete."

Deakins agreed as he said, "I want a detail put on Goren and Eames. And for you two to start going over everything now with that in mind. Look at Bobby's history with Nicole, Brenda, look into Caleb's background, and these murders and try to figure out what she's trying to say. Hopefully we can figure out who's next on her list."

As Logan left the office, he felt his cell vibrate. Taking it out, he saw a text from Eames. All it said was 'Thanks'.

He texted her back with what Bobby had told him, that he was sorry, before following Barek over to her desk. He helped her to gather up case files before taking them in an empty conference room to work.

TBC...