Strange...
Goren had just forgotten his document case, which he never let go of.
And that's fallen well.
Eames, who so wanted to know what was hidden inside, was finally going to find out.
On several occasions, she had seen Goren looking inside, with a sad, melancholy look on his face.
And Eames would have liked to know what it was that made him so nostalgic.
And given that Goren had just forgotten his document case in the interrogation room while following Deakins, she was finally going to have her curiosity rewarded.
But she had to be very careful, and make sure he stayed busy talking to Deakins in his office for a long time.
Above all, she had to make sure he didn't come back into the interrogation room just yet.
Eames knew that she mustn't dawdle, and that she didn't have a minute to lose.
Because as soon as Goren noticed her forgetfulness, Eames was sure he'd come rushing back for it.
So, without wasting a second, she went to the door, opened it, glanced in the direction of Deakins' office, and saw that his captain was deep in conversation with Goren.
Very well...
Goren was going to be busy for a while.
But it was better not to dawdle, and take no chances of being surprised.
So she didn't waste a second, closed the door behind her and headed for the document case.
Arriving at the interrogation table where the document case was, Eames placed her hands on it and opened it.

Name of God...
What papers were inside.
She turned the leaves, beginning to get annoyed at finding nothing of interest.
Papers about their current investigation...
Only papers about this.
Eames was sure it wasn't just papers about their work, she'd bet her life on it.
Goren wouldn't keep his document case on him all the time if that was the case.
There had to be something.
And then, her fingers touched a sheet of paper that was of back, and not like the others, a grainy sheet.
One of the sheets he'd had in his drawing pad at the time.
Could it be that Goren was still drawing.
That it wasn't just a hobby.
Eames still remembered the fine of lines with which Goren drew.
If so, who could the model on the sheet be.
At the time, she'd asked him several times to draw her, but he'd never done it.
If he'd really loved her, he'd have wanted to have a portrait of her, at love and at cherish.
But no, he'd never done it, proof that he didn't hold about her, as he claimed.
Out of curiosity, and having finally found what she was looking for, Eames turned the sheet, and her heart stopped as she discovered the drawing.
And more importantly, who was on it.
It couldn't be...
Eames must have been dreaming.

And yet...
She clearly recognized the features of that face, the one she saw every morning, and every evening, in front of her mirror, her own reflection.
It was her, with fourteen years less.
And above all, she was asleep.
How had he done it.
And when had he done it.
The only place she'd ever seen him with his drawing pad in his hands, excluding exterior, where she'd dozed off, was in his bedroom.
And Eames remembered what day it was.
It was the day before, or he'd abandoned her.
She remembered everything, as if it had been yesterday.
But most of all, the hurt when he'd left, breaking her heart.
But then why...
Why have that drawing of her, and still on him.
It didn't make sense.
Or did Goren keep this drawing, as a souvenir of one of his many conquests.
And so, he kept it as a trophy.
Perhaps he was mocking her, and her naiveté.
At this idea, a violent anger rose within her, and she clutched the paper tightly in her hands.
But the door creaked open, revealing Goren, who was looking at Eames' hands and holding the leaf.

Name of God...
What had happened to his document case.
Goren always kept it with him.
So how could he have misplaced it.
But there was a reason.
Today, he'd been thinking about his transfer to svu, and it had upset him.
Even if it didn't last long, Goren knew that despite the reason he'd accepted, he was going to miss Eames, and he couldn't see himself being away from her.
And at the svu, he was squeezing it.
As he thought about Eames, and how he'd left him in the interrogation room to follow Deakins, he remembered that this was the last place he had his document case on him.
The interrogation room...
Name of God…

No.
Anything but that.
Eames hadn't followed them, and he was sure she was still in the room, because looking towards their desks, there was no Eames.
And Goren knew that she was trying her damnedest to see what was in there.
Many times, she'd sneak up on him, and he'd be sitting at his desk, staring at her, and she'd always tilt her head.
But each time, he closed the document case on her nose.
But this time, he'd made the mistake of forgetting her, and especially within her reach.
So, Goren didn't waste a second, and rushed out of Deakins' office, who looked at him surprised, stopping talking and looking at him as he left without explanation or apology.

Arriving at the door to the interrogation room, Goren opened it, and his heart stopped when he saw what Eames was holding in his hands.
No.
This was a nightmare.
Eames had managed to find what he'd been secretly hiding at the bottom of his document case, which he always kept with him.
This drawing of her, which he had made when she was asleep in his bed, the night before Jonathan Eames had driven him out of his house, without any scruples, threatening to file him as a sex offender, and breaking his heart into a million of pieces.
It was one of the only things he had of her, like the drawing in his book.
And right now, she held him tightly in her hands.

He closed the door behind him, and strode towards her with a determined step.
- Who gave you permission to rummage through my document case. He reached for his drawing and took it. And first, give it back to me.
Pardon.
Give her back the drawing...
While, that it was her, that was on it
And more importantly, that he'd drawn it without her consent.
- No. She shook her head in denial, tightening the grip on her hands, refusing to let go of the drawing. And you... She stepped towards him, raised her chin, and freed one of her hands, to point an accusing finger at Goren's torso, patting it. Who authorized you to draw me.
Who had authorized it...
Yes, it was true.
He'd drawn her without asking permission.
But she'd been so cute, asleep in his bed, that he hadn't been able to resist the urge.
But now was not the time to think about that.
She had rummaged in his document case.
And that wasn't right.
- That's not the question.
Not the question..
Goren wasn't serious.
Was he making fun of her.
Or doing it on purpose.
- Why do you have this drawing of me.
Good God...
Goren didn't feel like enduring an interrogation.

He had other things to do, like getting his things ready for l'svu.
But he could see from Eames's face, from the dull anger boiling inside her, that he wasn't going to escape this interrogation.
In addition, if he hadn't made the mistake of forgetting his document case, Eames would never have found the drawing, and he wouldn't be in this situation.
Why did he have to forget his document case...
- Give me back the drawing.
- Certainly not.
Pardon.
Certainly not...
And why.
Eames forcibly tore the other end of the drawing from Goren's fingers, raised the paper in front of his eyes and tore it into several pieces.
- That'll teach you to have a drawing of me against my will. She threw the pieces of paper to the ground. Have you forgotten that you cowardly abandoned me.
Goren couldn't take his eyes off the pieces of paper at ground, remaining silent in shock.
- You see... You say nothing.
Of rage, she headed for the door, opened it, and stepped out, closing it violently, which clacked, leaving only a shocked Goren.
By tearing up this drawing, Eames had also broken the remains of his poor heart.

This drawing was the most important thing in her life.
That of a much-loved and cherished memory.
Whenever he had the time, he had looked at this drawing.
This drawing had even followed him into the army, and had helped him endure his exile.
And now it had all been destroyed.
Eames had just destroyed everything that was holding him together.
Heartbroken, tears welling up in his eyes and blurring his vision, he crouched down to pick up each piece.
- Why did you do it... Alex...
Have you forgotten that you cowardly abandoned me.
At these words, which were gradually taking up space in his brain, Goren stopped picking up the pieces of paper, still in shock.
Eames couldn't have said that...
And yet, he'd been so absorbed in the fact that she was tearing up his drawing, that he hadn't paid any attention to what she was saying.
But now it was taking up more space in his mind.
And he was beginning to understand why Eames had so much hatred for him.
He hadn't been told the truth.
He'd been lied to.
Made him look like a bastard in the eyes of the girl he loved.
And he knew who it was coming from.
Jonathan Eames.
Good God...
Now everything was clear.
But even so, he knew that whatever he told her, Alex wouldn't believe it.

Too many years had passed.
And so, for him to go to the svu could only do him good.
And forget that whatever he could do, he'd lost Alex for good.
With tears streaming down his cheeks and a bruised heart, he continued to pick up the rest of the papers.
If Eames didn't want him anymore, at least he'd still have that part of her, even if it was shredded.

- Why did you do it... Alex.
At Goren's words, spoken with deep sadness, Eames felt her heart clench.
She'd stayed with her back against the door, trying to pull herself together.
But she'd never expected to hear Goren say his words.
How could he not know.
When she'd reminded him that he'd cowardly abandoned her.
He'd been so absorbed in the drawing of her, which she was tearing apart, that nothing had existed.
Eames had seen immense pain when she had torn the drawing before his eyes, as if she were tearing his heart apart.
And so, she had preferred to leave.
But hadn't she imagined this suffering.

And if this pain were real...
Could it be that Goren still has feelings for her.
So much so that he kept this drawing all his years.
But no...
That was impossible.
Eames was hoping for something that didn't exist.
And yet...
Eames couldn't erase the pain from his mind, the same pain but less strong when he was twenty, and which she could read in his eyes.
My God...
Could she have been wrong about Goren.
But no, that was impossible.
Her father would never lie to her.
And yet...
Eames was beginning to have major doubts.
Name of God...
How could she make possibly for know.
The portrait of Goren's mother's drawing appeared in her mind.
But yes...
Francès Goren.
Perhaps she could go and question Goren's mother.
Who knows, maybe she could give him some answers, and clear up his doubts.

Determined, Eames moved away from the door and headed for her office, where she picked up her belongings and left the homicide, heading for the psychiatric hospital where Goren's mother was staying.
Perhaps she'd finally get some answers.