The next day Bobby wasn't there yet when she arrived at more. The captain sat at his desk, waiting with a new folder in his hand for her.

"Good morning captain."

She looked around for Bobby but there was no sign of him.

"Morning Eames. You're partner isn't here. He called earlier, says he's coming later. Is he all right? He sounded strange."

No, he isn't all right. You killed this poor man inside.

Since she left him that morning a mean voice in her head wouldn't shut up. Every time it told her how cruel she had been. She knew this. She knew she broke his heart but there was no need for herself to tell her this all the time. She did the only right thing, didn't she?

Yes of course you did. You pushed the only man you every truly loved away and now his heart is shattered. You did good.

This voice was just as cruel as what she did to Bobby. And it was even more sarcastic than her.

"Uh…yeah…the last time I saw him he was…he didn't look like he was…uh…well…all right."

What did you expect? Did you think he would dance and laugh after you destroyed his life?

"When he arrives I want to see him, 'till then you can begin with the reports."

Two hours later, six coffees, several looks to the door and visits in the women room to call him, he arrived finally. Looking like hell and like he hadn't slept a minute since she left he didn't even care what he wore. With a black tight jeans and a green sweater, his hair looked like he had gotten right out of the bed and the first signs of a beard were seen on his face.

Without his Armani suit he looked very un-Goren-like but incredible sexy. The women in the squad looked after him whispering and giggling. He sat at his desk and didn't look up at her. There was no coffee or good-morning-smile, not even a "Good morning." Just a quickly "Hey." It hurt to see him like this.

I thought this was the right thing to do? So why are you complaining? You wanted this, didn't you?

"How are you, Bobby."

She expected him to cry, shout at her. It didn't matter she just wanted a reaction from him. But although she could see his fist twitch he remained silent.

"The captain wanted to…."

"Goren! Where were you so long?"

"Sorry captain, I didn't feel like going to work this morning"

"I see. You look like shit. If you need a break just ask."

"I'll think about it."

"Okay, I want you two in the Fleet Street. The FBI is going to be there but I want my detectives there also."

Bobby nodded and left for the elevator. Ross turned to Eames and looked with a strange look at her.

"Do you know what's wrong with him? I'm really concerned. He didn't even look this horrible when his mother was so bad."

Of course you know what's wrong with him. You did this to him. You ripped his heart out when you slept with him just to tell him you don't love. And you did this in a moment he needed you as a friend. What a good friend you are.

"I think it's my fault. But don't worry, we can handle this."

Although Ross and Bobby had their differences Ross liked his detective. He was a good one and he was a good man too. Both of them wanted to be right, always, and with both of them being to proud to see that the other might be right they would always argue and shout. But otherwise he went along good with him. He was able to understand him and his quirky moves and strange behaviour.

"I hope so detective."

She watched him leave and hoped that every thing would just go back to normal but when she entered the garage and saw Bobby standing there waiting for her she knew that it wouldn't never be the same again, she destroyed it all.

Tell him. Tell him you love him.

I can't.

Of course you can. He loves you and he understands you. He knows that you are scared, just go and tell him.

If t would be this easy.

Know she even talked with herself. This couldn't get any more terrible. They were already in the cat, nobody said a word. After a while Eames broke the silence.

"We need to talk."

"There's nothing to talk about, Eames."

She should have known that he would call her Eames again. It felt so good to hear her name roll off his lips. His wonderful soft lips.

"Bobby…"

"You said every thing you needed to say, didn't you? I don't want to talk about this. Never ever again."

He was out of the car before she even could park the car and ran over to the other officers at the scene. It was dark in the streets; no one was around but them.

The murdered man lied on his stomach a knife was sticking in his back. She thought it could be a homeless and told Bobby this who turned the man around to look at his face.

"Homeless and drug-addicted. His dealer found him."

The officer at the scene said and when Eames saw how pale Bobby looked she told him to leave them alone now.

"Are you all right, Bobby?"

He shook his had and when she looked down at the man she knew why he went so pale moments before.

The victim was Frank. His brother.

This happens all before Frame. In my story Frame never happened but some thing that happened in Frame may happen in my story too.

I hope you don't mind and enjoy reading this. Please leave a review for me, it may help me with the next chapter.