Bobby and Alex go back to work ... both not feeling well which may contiribute to ... BAD FRIDAY!
CHAPTER EIGHT: Yup ... Really bad Friday!
Bad Friday … Very Bad Friday!
It was Good Friday … well, that depended on how and who was looking at it. The Goren's, or Goren and Eames, decided to go to work. Goren was wearing a walking cast, size thirteen, delivered right to his door, and Alex was sneezing but felt better.
As they exited the elevator on the eleventh floor, they noticed a quick scramble and then their fellow detectives trying to act nonchalant. Bobby and Alex exchanged glances.
Bobby leaned in close to re-assure his wife. "Don't worry Als … I'll get to the bottom of this."
"Hey guys … didn't think the two of you would be in today. Captain Ross said he gave you two the rest of the week off. Told you to stay home until after the holiday."
"Ah, you know us Jeffries, it's hard to keep us down. Besides, I was on maternity leave for what seemed like an eternity."
Detective Voltera walked by … "Yeah, for us too, Eames … keeping him out of trouble is tough work. You can keep that job!"
"Funny Volts," said Bobby, "… keep walkin."
"Yeah Goren … if I'm lying, I'm dying."
"Jesus Volts … don't say shit like that in front of Alex … she thinks it's some kinda bad luck for a cop."
"Fuck … sorry Eames. It's just a figure of speech. Plus, I wasn't lying." Jeffries and Volts took a few steps closer to Alex, looked side to side and began to whisper. Jeffries knew what Volts was gonna say and started to laugh. "Bobby put a love note on Alyssa's desk every time Captain Ross walked by. This went on for two weeks."
"Alyssa … the front desk clerk?" asked Eames.
"Yeah, Bobby was stalking Ross … knew what time everyday he needed to go down there." He glanced around again. "Alyssa finally asked Ross out. She told him how much she liked his poems."
"Poems?" Eames' eyebrows arch.
Bobby overheard everything and realized that he was now in trouble. He tried to remember the last time he wrote a love note to Alex … not too bad, Valentine's Day. Okay, I'm good, so he thought.
"Yeah, Bobby wrote these incredible love poems," said Volts.
Fuck, Volts … just throw the dirt right on my grave! thought Bobby
"Really … incredible love poems. So what did he say about these love poems?" inquired Alex, her voice strangely quiet.
"Get this … Ross said, I'm glad you liked them. He took credit for them and they've been dating ever since."
"Yeah, I did see them together," Alex sighed. "I feel bad for Liz."
If looks could kill, Volts would be lying on the floor. Bobby stalked away knowing that he and his broken toe should have stayed home.
The rest of the morning passed with Alex giving Bobby the cold shoulder. He quietly rose and asked her what she wanted for lunch. When he returned, he placed her salad in front of her and unwrapped his sandwich. Grabbing his sandwich and opening wide, Alex yelled …
"Hey … wait one minute, Goren!"
Not taking it out, but not biting into it, he replied with a muffled … "What?"
"Is that pastrami?"
"Ah, yeah … on rye … with mustard."
He offered it to her.
"Want some?"
"NO! It's Good Friday. No meat … Hello!?"
"Hi."
"Robert Goren!"
"Alexandra Eames Goren!"
"You're such a child."
"What do you want from me Alex? Since when have I followed my Catholic roots. I didn't even know that Easter came every year."
"Oh, right. Like I bought that too."
"Okay, so Lets examine the Goren household. Before the age of seven, my Mom would get all dolled up and we would go to church on Easter Sunday. She colored eggs. My father …well, William, he wouldn't allow Frank and I to participate in that … not his boys. Little did he know. Anyway, after the age of seven … things got rocky. Holidays were few and far between and being religious fell by the wayside.. Now, can I eat my sandwich?"
"No … I'll go get you pasta salad."
"Why … I ate a meatball grinder last Friday."
"I want to raise our kids the opposite of the way that you were raised."
Alex picked up Bobby's favorite sandwich and threw it in the trash. He had tears in his eyes. Bobby had a list of loves. Alex, the Trips and Pastrami. He looked down in the trash and back up at Alex.
"Did I turn out that bad?"
"Now you know … that's not what I mean."
He huffed and walked off. He found himself in the file room going through some miscellaneous cold cases. He tried to get his mind off his childhood years, when he spotted the chart, which read:
Goren will look up Denise before Easter ~ Eames will look up Denise before Easter
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Goren will set up Face Book account to talk to Denise ~ Eames will set up Face Book account to spy on Goren
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Denise will go into hiding!
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With his back to the door he said aloud "If Alex sees this, she's gonna be pissed."
"Sees what?" His wife's voice is accusatory, Bobby is slightly nervous. Even at his size, he can't hide the poster behind his back.
"It's just one of their stupid pool things."
"Let me see it. Maybe we can get in on the action." She will not be deterred.
"I can guarantee, I'll win this pool."
He produced the chart. He could see her ears turning red. He pointed and bent in an awkward position to catch her eyes.
"Your ears are turning red … I know what that means. There's no reason to be pissed Als … the guys are just having a little fun at our expense."
"The guys? THE GUYS? You must have given them a reason to believe that you want to see Denise again. Her and her long legs and and and big boobs!"
"What? You're mad at me? I should be mad at you! You threw my pastrami on rye in the trash. I only love you and the Trips more than Pastrami, well … I love veal too, but you threw my pastrami away! I could care less about Denise! He held up the chart. They should have a chart on … What time is Goren going to have heart burn? When will Eames go to the vending machine for skittles? Or how about … How many cups of coffee can Eames drink before Goren hides her mug? Shit like that. Denise is a very distant memory."
"But, a memory."
"You're impossible."
"I heard she's married anyway."
"Nah … she's still single and lives with her best friend in Atlanta."
Alex put her hands on her hips and stared at him.
"You know what happens when you eat meat on Good Friday, Bobby?"
"You go to Hell?"
"You said it!"
Good Friday? I don't think so …
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One more chapter to go ... The First(and probably the last!) Annual Goren Easter Egg Hunt Extravaganza! Thanks for reading:)