Arriving at the door of the deputy director of the FBI, where Walter Skinner's name was written, Goren didn't waste a second, kicking the door open and banging it against the wall, startling Skinner.
Goren entered the room, and rushed to the desk where a man was sitting, who looked at him surprised by such an entrance.
- How could you do this. Goren screamed, his face red and flushed with rage, waving a raised hand and moving dangerously close to Walter Skinner's desk. You took my son Nathan Eames and his mother away from me. He banged his fist violently on the desk. Haven't you thought about the trauma Nathan's going to go through.
If he hadn't thought of Nathan's trauma...
And how.
If he'd ordered his men to rush out and get them, and take them somewhere else, it was for their own safety.
What was better.
For Nathan to be traumatized or dead.
Robert Goren wasn't in his right mind, and above all, he wasn't lucid at the moment.
- You're going to fix this. And you're going to fix it now.
Good God...
But Goren was out of his mind.
He was screaming, not trying to understand the situation.

In addition, Walter Skinner hadn't expected such an intrusion into his office, or even such an interview.
But Skinner should have been wary of this inspector's reactions.
Whose reputation was well established.
The first time, ten years ago, he'd been quite understanding.
But this time, he wasn't.
The words Goren had just spoken flashed through his brain.
Hadn't Goren just said...
His son.
My God...
But then Nathan Eames was none other than Goren's son.
And if he wasn't mistaken, Skinner knew from the boy's age when that child had been conceived.
That last evening, when Goren had spent his last hours with Eames.
Good God...
But how had he not made the connection.
And yet...
Everything should have pointed him in the right direction.
But despite everything, and this discovery.

Skinner couldn't change things, and above all, couldn't go back.
When Skinner discovered that the last Russian mafia man they'd arrested who was after Alexandra Eames' life wasn't the right one, and that it was another man who'd served his sentence, he didn't hesitate to make the decision to send Eames and his son away in an emergency, for their own safety, forging them a new identity and a new home, far from New York, in another state.
And even though this homicide detective was Nathan's father, and was screaming his fury at him, he couldn't take it back.
Skinner wouldn't risk exposing the lives of two people, especially not a child and a woman.
- There's nothing I can do.
- I can't do anything.
At Goren's cry of rage and the way he slammed his hands flat on the desk, Skinner looked away, unable to bear the man's anger, which was turned against him.
For it was against him that this anger was directed.
But for name of God...
Why couldn't this man try to understand, instead of losing his temper like that.

- There's nothing you can do. Goren was like a madman, the more he slammed his hands on the desk, the angrier he became. You're taking my family away from me... And you...
Taking away your family...
But this wasn't what Skinner had wanted.
He wasn't that kind of man.
He was just doing his job.
Good God...
Skinner could see that no matter what he said, the man wouldn't listen.
More importantly, he couldn't be talked out of it.
What did he really believe...
That he'd done this to him.
Just to hurt him.
But not at all.
Skinner had been thinking of the safety of Eames and his child.
Nothing more.
And instead of yelling at him, Goren should have been grateful.
But no, he was going at it like a madman.
- I did it to protect them.
Skinner had done it to protect them...
Protect them…

Again and again his words.
But this time, Goren wouldn't accept her words.
Above all, he never wanted to hear them spoken again.
Her words had first lost him the woman he loved.
And today, when he was reunited with the woman he'd lost and loved, his words were making him lose her again, and not only her.
But they were also making him lose his son.
Yes, Goren knew that for the safety of Eames and his son, the FBI had only acted to protect them.
But Goren couldn't take it anymore.
And he wouldn't accept it so easily.
Not this time.
No longer in control of the rage he felt, Goren pulled his hands away from the desk, stepped aside, and walked over to Skinner, who was still seated.
And when he reached him, he put his hands on his shirt collar, lifted him out of his chair, and shook him like a rock.
- Don't you dare. Goren brought his face dangerously close to Skinner. I want my family back. His face was contorted with rage. And you'd better give them back... Or...
Pardon.
It was him, or Robert Goren was threatening him.
And the brown eyes he was looking into, crazy eyes, told him he'd make good on his threat.

But Skinner needed more to be afraid.
- There's nothing I can do. Skinner forcibly removed Goren's hands from his collar, and stepped away from him. And you know it.
- No. Goren screamed, his hand raised. I won't let you.
Skinner opened his mouth still in shock from so much anger and rage, but preferred to remain silent.
This man was acting like a madman, and it was better to try and temper things, even if it wasn't yet possible, because Goren refused to listen to him, and above all, to understand the reasons why.
- You'll find a way... Or...
Goren rushed towards him, drew his service weapon and, when he reached Skinner, put it to his head.
- Either I find Eames and my son... Or...
Good God...
But this man was ready to kill him.
Very well...
So Walter Skinner had no other solution.
He was going to find a way.

But what Goren didn't understand was that in doing so, he was making the biggest mistake of his life, because he was taking the risk of losing everything.
But seeing that nothing would do or calm him down, he decided to give in.
- Very well... I'll find a solution.