What was going on with his two detectives.
Deakins peered through the blinds of his office, watching Goren and Eames.
He felt a great chill between them.
Above all, they hardly spoke to each other anymore, avoiding each other as much as possible.
He had thought that Eames would be Goren's ideal partner.
That she'd be able to adapt to his way of working.
But that didn't seem to be the case.
Maybe he'd made a mistake.
And yet...
Deakins was sure they complemented each other perfectly.
He'd never made a wrong choice.
At least, when it came to pairing two people who were supposed to be a team.
But there was a first time for everything.
And maybe he had made a mistake.
Perhaps it would be better, until things settled down, if he sent Goren to work for a while with the Special Victims Unit.
Gragen, who was the unit's captain, had asked him if he had a detective who could come in and replace one of his best people who was away on leave for a long time.
And Deakins had initially thought of Sully, but given the way things were going between Goren and Eames, it was best to turn his attention to Goren.
In addition, it was only for a little while.

And when Goren had finished working with them, he'd come back, and things might have settled down.
At least, he hoped so.
Because if not, he'd have to change partners, and if he couldn't find one, he'd have to change units.
And this idea didn't appeal to Deakins at all.
No, with Goren off to the Special Victims Unit, after this investigation that was underway, everything would be back to normal, and he and Eames could team up again without the cold, and without, above all, looking for every excuse to run away from each other.
Deakins removed his fingers from the blind and returned to his desk, where he sat down, picked up the phone and dialed.
- Gragen... I've found the inspector you need for your unit.

Goren didn't dare look up at Eames out of fear.
Afraid of her reaction.
But he had noticed that her eyes were red and puffy.
As if she'd been crying.
Could it be that she'd really been crying...
And yet...
It sure looked like it.
He knew every expression on her face by heart.
And above all, those of her eyes, whose color changed according to the emotion Eames was feeling.
And right now, his big hazel eyes had that very clear color of having cried.
And Goren knew he wasn't wrong.
Eames had cried.
But this time, as much as he was dying to soothe her grief, he wouldn't do it,
Given the violent reaction she'd had towards him last night, it was better not to interfere, or he'd suffer another one of her fits.
Thinking about what had happened, his heart sank.
Two seconds before, she'd been feisty in his arms, begging him to make love to her.
And the moment they'd just finished, she'd gone virulent and started pounding him.

And ever since, Goren had been afraid of Eames' reactions.
Afraid she'd come after him, as she had that night.
He'd been shocked by the violence of her blows and the hatred in her voice.
It was as if she hated him.
And that had hurt him a lot.
He'd never thought she could hate him so much.
But above all, it had reminded him of the year he turned seven, when his mother had her first seizure.
And even then, despite her fear, his mother had never laid a hand on him...
And thinking back, it had sent a chill down his spine.
But Goren knew that Eames didn't have his mother's illness.
But having seen him in such a rage, his mother's crisis, when he was little, and it had hurt.
He'd thought he'd found a gentle, loving woman in Eames.
But she wasn't.
With him, she was just the opposite.
She was brutal, and full of hate.
And always after he'd made love to her.
As if he'd done something to her.
But what could he have done...
To be entitled to so much rage.
Goren would at least have liked to know what had changed his fifteen-year-old Alex so much.
And above all, the feelings of love she had for him at the time.
What could have happened.

- Eames... Telephone.
At Deakins' voice, Goren snapped out of his thoughts to see Eames pick up the combiner, put it to his ear and answer.
But Eames's face turned as white as snow, as if he'd just been told something serious.
- Thanks for the warning... I'll be right there.
Eames put the combiner down again, and hesitantly looked at Goren, who was startled and lowered his eyes, afraid of being caught looking at her, and above all, wanting to avoid another tantrum.
- Bobby...
At this barely audible word, Goren raised his brown eyes to her, startled by this barely audible whisper, and moreover, that she was pissing uses his name, which was something very intimate between them, given the aggressive reaction she'd had for him that night.
- She lowered her eyes, not daring to look at him. You can take care of Lucy.
I'm sorry, I...
Take care of Lucy...
He'd heard her right.
Eames wanted him to look after her daughter.
Why was she asking such a thing of him.
And especially him.
Given all the hatred she felt for him.
It was all very strange.
You wouldn't entrust your daughter to a man you hated.
- My mother just had a stroke... And I'd like to go and see her.
At her words, and despite her hatred for him, Goren didn't have the courage to refuse.
Eames' mother had had a stroke...
And it was something very serious.

So he didn't see why he couldn't do her the favor.
In addition, Lucy had never done anything to him.
Apart from trying to nag him, to hint at his relationship with his mother.
But then again, that was no big deal.
And it was normal for her to worry about her mother, especially if the man in question was trying to seduce her.
So why not accept.
And who knows...
Maybe with Eames' daughter, he could question her, and get her answers.
And above all, find out why Eames hated him so much.
Or at least, understand.
- I'll look after Lucy for as long as it takes.
Really...
Goren was really agreeing to look after Lucy, after she'd dared to beat him up last night, pouring out all the rage she'd had since she was fifteen against him, which had unfortunately come out last night, and Goren had paid for it.
Eames couldn't believe it.
And yet...
In Goren's brown eyes, she could read all the sincerity.
Then it was true.
Eames' heart raced, and a big smile appeared on her lips.
But she pulled herself together.

No, she shouldn't fall in love with him again.
Even if he was so kind to her.
At the smile that appeared on Eames's lips, Goren's heart sank.
My God...
That smile.
It was the same smile she'd had on her lips when she was fifteen and happy to be with him.
If Eames gave her that smile, Goren knew he was lost.
And that he would forget, and forgive her, for what had happened that night.
For that smile alone, he'd do anything she asked.
Eames pushed her seat back and stood up, heading straight for Goren, who looked at her surprised that she'd dare approach him when she'd been running away from him, just as he'd been running away from her.
When she reached him, she put the keys to her apartment on Goren's desk in front of him.
- This is for Lucy's things. She hesitantly placed her hand on his shoulder, startling him. Thanks, Bobby.
With her last words, and an Eames walking away, Goren didn't take his eyes off her, still in shock that she'd been nice to him.