I'm on a roll today. When I get a story stuck in my head ... I have to knock it out ... sorry. Here goes nothing ...
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CHAPTER THREE: We like Jeffries ... we really do!
Bobby "Brady"
As Goren gets up to go after Eames, he hears a detective from somewhere in the bullpen say …
"That's right Bobby Brady … go get your girlfriend, Cindy."
He stops dead in his tracks and spins around, he knows who said it … Varkus. Before he could do anything about it, Jeffries was on him like white on rice. Varkus hit the floor in an instant. His hand gripped his bloody nose and he screamed at the Captain …
"Are you going to do something about that?"
"Yes I am. Good work Jeffries. If he didn't do, I would have! Now get up and go see a Doctor … you're suspended until further notice."
"Me? What about Jeffries?"
"He was defending a fellow police officer. What were you doing?"
"Chief, come on, you think Goren's a whack job too."
"Varkus, Goren is an effective police officer, Goren rolls his eyes, you haven't solved a case on your own yet. I would take that bloody nose of yours and move along."
Varkus heads towards the elevator and Goren is in his path. He tries to be tough and go right through Bobby. Bobby steps towards him and he hustles away like a scared little boy. The whole bullpen laughs … except for Goren.
"Goren, Bobby … I don't know why you're leaving but it's been a pleasure working with you Sir. Jeffries extends his hand to him. I'm proud to have worked with you and to have known you". He had genuine tears in his eyes and his words were heart felt.
"Thank you Jeffries … Tom. What you did just now, wasn't necessary but … thanks … and it's been my pleasure working with you Sir."
Goren now knew that there was little to no hope of catching up with Eames and now the Chief of D's was standing in his path of departure.
"Goren … a word." Why do I have the feeling that it's going to be more than, a word.
"Yes Sir."
He tries Eames on her cell phone while he watches Ross and Moran walk into the office ahead of him … it goes right to voice mail. Of course it does.
"Goren, we are prepared to give you a pay raise and give you more vacation time to show you our appreciation for your years on the force."
"Hmm, really? Doesn't that have to go through the Commissioner and have to be voted on at the next town meeting or something?"
"The Commissioner wants us to give you the moon, Bobby." Bobby?
"I see, Bobby writes on a piece of paper his expected salary for the coming year … from his new job, his hours, travel, vacation time, insurance coverage, and a list of other little perks like "conventions" held on the company owned yacht, held once a year, every year … just for company morale. Can the NYPD beat that?"
Ross and Moran read over what Bobby wrote … now they want to resign. They both look up at him.
"This isn't detective work … you would be throwing that all away."
He turns to leave. "No, you threw that away … I keep it with me."
He walked out with his head held high, grabbed the few personal belongings he had from his desk … books … and he left. He called his Union Rep and told him what went down and felt that it was a hostile work environment and that he couldn't stay the remainder of the week. He was off to find Eames.
Eames got into her car and started to drive. She ended up at her parents house but didn't go in. She parked her car in the drive way and went for a walk around the neighborhood. She thought about Goren's posture in the conference room. He looked happy, defeated, excited and sad all at once. She was curious about all those emotions … not really because that was so Bobby like, to be in the middle of a tug of war with emotions. Always pulled at by at least two different sides … now finally he could settle down and have a life of his own … that rat bastard was right … Bobby was free. She sat on a park bench and watched the children playing when she felt a man put his arms around her in a full embrace.
With a heavy, heavy sigh. "Hey Dad."
"Hi Honey. I brought you a sweater, it's cold out here."
"Thanks. Is my car in your way?"
"No, your Partner's is."
"What?"
"He came looking for you … he thought is was wise that I come to find you."
"Why didn't he?"
"He told me all about the scene at 1PP … he's a little frightened."
She starts to laugh … John Eames starts to laugh and then they hear the Goren laugh. They both look up at the now former Detective. John gets up and leaves the two alone, he pats Bobby on the back and hands him the sweater that Alex didn't take. He takes John's place beside Eames and they sit in silence for a bit.
"Jeffries decked Varkus."
"What? Why?"
"He called me, Bobby Brady and you Cindy."
"Ooh, he's lucky I wasn't there. That little bastard."
"Yeah, I think Jeffries broke his nose."
"Good."
They turn to look at each other. Bobby drapes his arm around the back of the bench and hands her the sweater … this time she takes it.
"Are you really going to resign Alex?" He can call her that now … he's no longer her Partner.
She looks away for a brief moment and then back at him. "Yes. It's not that I can't be a good or even a great cop without you. I just don't feel whole without you. She looks away again. I got a taste of that for six months but I knew you were coming back, now you're not coming back. She looks up into his eyes. We're a team Bobby … I guess you're being traded … huh?"
He looks down at his hands and then back up at her. "It was never about us, Alex, it was about them. The "team" was a losing up hill battle. I've been on that fucking team my whole life … quietly he says … my whole God damn life Alex. I'm tired … I need something … something else."
She puts her hand on his arm which brings his eyes back up to hers.
"You'll be making a lot of money, huh?"
"A lot!" He sort of smiles."
"Enough to support a wife and child or children."
"I don't have a wife, Eames."
"Will you marry me, Bobby?"
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Okay, you all know that I'm a devote shipper but that's not the end. Moran and Ross have to answer to the Commish for letting their A-team get away! Thanks for reading and the reviews are very helpful ... thank you very much! Judeey:)