- Eames... I...
But Eames acted as if Goren hadn't spoken to her, sorting through the papers in the file on the metal table in the interrogation room, standing with her back to Goren, as if she were alone in the room, and especially without Goren.
Good God...
Was Goren dreaming, or was Eames still ignoring her.
As if she was still angry with him for the last time.
When it was just an unfortunate incident, and not all his fault.
Yes, he'd accidentally pulled down her pants, revealing her pastel-pink panties and a cute little ass that the fabric couldn't hide, but it'd only happened because he'd wanted to stop her from falling.
And to his great misfortune, it had done just the opposite.
Not only had Eames found himself stripped of his pants, exposing her panties and the roundness of her little buttocks, but she had fallen to the floor.
But Goren had thought that, given a little time, Eames would have forgiven her for this incident.
But that didn't seem to be the case at all.
On the contrary, she kept on beating him cold, and pretending he didn't exist.
What's more, Goren was thinking that if Eames knew that ever since he'd seen her panties and the roundness of her buttocks, he'd been seeing them in his dreams, maybe it would be worse than ignorance, and maybe it would be better if she didn't find out.
But it was weird all the same.
Eames exasperated him, being this walking disaster, but on the other hand, Goren had to admit, he was attracted to her.
He really didn't understand what was happening to her anymore.
In addtion, Goren was getting more than fed up with her ignoring him, and he wanted her to see him, and above all, to talk to him, even if it meant her yelling at him and calling him an idiot, as she was so good at doing.
Because he couldn't stand this ignorance any longer.
So he had to find a way to show her his presence, and get her to talk to him like she used to.
But he had to find a way.
But what...
His eyes were drawn to the file Eames had just closed and placed in his arms, and that was the trigger.
Maybe the file she was holding could make her react and remind him that he was there.
Yes, it was a good idea.
Or so he hoped.
And if she continued to ignore him in spite of everything, well, this time he'd force the issue.
And she'd remember he existed.
Even if he was sure she knew, but refused to speak to him.
- Eames... Can you pass me the file... I'd like to see something.
Eames pretended Goren hadn't spoken to her, and headed for the door without a glance at Goren.
But she just kept on going.
Goren had had enough.
As she continued to ignore him, he reached for the file Eames was holding and pulled, forcing Eames to stop and face him.
- Alex... Give me that file at last.
She shook her head in denial, refusing to look up at Goren or say a word to him.
But she stubbornly refused to speak to him.
Goren tightened his grip on the file, trying to pry it out of Eames' hands, but she held it tightly in her hands, not letting go an inch.
Name of God...
She was really behaving like a child.
- Stop acting like a child. And give me that file.
What.
Stop acting like a child...
So that's how it was.
Goren was blaming him for being childish, whereas the last time, it was he who had run away from him, cutting short their discussion.
All because he didn't have the courage to admit he'd been far from insensitive to the sight of her panties.
- No, I'll keep it. You'll wait until I'm done.
Pardon.
He'd wait until she'd finished...
Oh no, surely not.
He wasn't going to wait.
And he was going to take it right out of her hands.
Whether the little lady liked it or not.
- Alex...
- No and no.
Eames tightened his grip, refusing to let go of the file and preventing Goren from taking it.
Good God...
But then, Eames really was tenacious.
Once she'd decided on something, she never let go.
And even if she refused to look at him, Eames was no longer completely ignoring him, since she was talking to him.
Much to his delight.
And so, he was determined to continue, until she at least disdained to look up at him.
- I wouldn't wait.
Goren refused to wait.
Goren refused to wait.
And why.
Besides, she was always the one doing the paperwork.
So why should today be any different.
- You'll wait whether you like it or not.
At her words, and at the face Eames raised to him, Goren felt a small, triumphant smile tug at his lips, but he pulled himself together, refusing to show Eames that he was happy she was finally deigning to look at him.
Then Goren decided to let go of the file, but to his great misfortune, Eames found the file slipping from her fingers, papers spilling onto the floor, and she toppled backwards, her back heading straight for the metal table.
Seeing the danger, Goren didn't hesitate for a second, moving his arm to Eames' waist, wrapping it around her, and pulling her against him.
- Be careful, clumsy girl.
At her words, spoken with extreme gentleness, and her head buried against Goren's chest, who held her close, Eames felt her heart beat violently in her chest, ready to break, all shaken up to be in Goren's arms.
- Alex... You're okay...
If she was all right...
Of course she wasn't.
Being in Goren's arms was troubling her to the core, and she was all shook up.
Seeing that Eames didn't react, or raise her face to him, Goren became worried.
- Alex... please look at me.
Reluctantly, Eames raised his face to Goren's, and blushed violently as he met Goren's worried brown eyes.
My God...
Could it be that Goren was really worried about her.
And yet...
From the sparkle in his brown eyes, she knew it was true.
But above all, she noticed that Goren hadn't even raised his voice at her, nor had he reproached her for her clumsiness.
- How am I going to... Goren huffed, but a small smile appeared on his lips. With a clumsy girl like you.
Pardon.
Was Eames dreaming.
Or what Goren had just told her sounded like a declaration.
But she was probably imagining things.
But strangely enough...
She thought maybe...
But she wasn't.
She was imagining things.
Goren was always reproaching her for her clumsiness, yelling at her.
But not this time, and that's what touched Eames to the core.
- Bobby... I...
Goren was moved by her words.
Good God...
What was wrong with him.
Eames was just a clumsy woman to him.
But he couldn't deny that he liked his little blonde partner.
And to have her in his arms was very nice indeed.
- Bobby... Eames brought his hands to his shirt, squeezing it nervously between his fingers, and playing with the fabric. Thank you.
At her thank-you, Goren felt his heart beat violently in his chest, ready to explode, so strong was the emotion inside him.
How could a simple thank you put him in such a state.
But it wasn't just her thanks that touched him, but this fragile, touching Eames he held in his arms, looking up at him with rosy cheeks.
My God…
No.
He didn't want this Eames in front of him.
Because Goren felt that he wouldn't be able to control himself much longer, and that it wouldn't be long before he wouldn't be able to control anything.
Because this Eames was really too attractive, and all he wanted to do was taste her lips, which were slightly parted and pouted, and her big hazel eyes shone with a strange flame.
But he had to pull himself together, and not give in to his impulses.
Eames certainly wouldn't appreciate him stealing a kiss, without her consent.
- Alex... I...
But even as he tried to persuade himself, and keep control, the temptation was too strong, and holding out no longer, he lowered his face to Eames', who seeing Goren's lips coming dangerously close to his own, blushed violently.
My God...
Eames must be dreaming, imagining things.
No, Goren wouldn't dare kiss her.
And yet...
His lips, which were moving closer to hers, told her it was quite possible.
And his heart, beating wildly, wanted it so badly.
- Alex... I shouldn't do this...
- Eames... Goren…
As the door to the interrogation room opened, and at the voice of their captain Deakins, Goren and Eames stepped aside, red-faced, averting their gaze, not daring to look at each other, all embarrassed, and as if caught at fault.
Deakisn stopped at the sight of his two inspectors, looking at them in turn.
Was it him, or had he seen an Eames huddled in the arms of a Goren who was about to kiss him.
But he must have been mistaken.
But his gaze was drawn to the folder on the floor, and above all to the papers scattered around it.
With Deakisn's gaze resting on the file and the papers on the floor, Goren decided to intervene, before Deakins could think of anything, or at least not give him time.
- Eames almost fell with her back against the table... And as she caught her, the file and papers flew to the floor.
Was it true to lie.
On the one hand, it was quite possible, given Eames' clumsiness.
But on the other, Deakins found Goren's words hard to believe.
He'd seen the way they looked at each other.
A look that meant everything.
But who knows.
Maybe he saw evil everywhere, and was wrong about everything.
- I'll pick up what's on the ground. Goren bent down to pick up the file and papers. I'll join you later.
At Goren's words, and the look he gave her, telling her not to contradict him, Eames nodded, still shaken that Goren had held her in his arms, but more importantly, that he had tried to kiss her.
In silence, she followed Deakins, leaving Goren to put the papers in the file.
But when the door closed behind Eames, he stopped and thought about what had just happened.
Good heavens...
If Deakins hadn't arrived, and gone in unannounced, he would have kissed Eames.
And how could that be.
He kept berating her for being awkward, yelling at her.
In addition, he found her so exasperating.
And yet...
Despite what he thought, Goren could no longer deny it.
If he was angry, it wasn't at Eames, but at himself.
He had to admit it: he liked his clumsy little blonde partner, even a little too much for his taste.
At this discovery, Goren clutched the file with all his might, shocked.
Name of God...
What was he going to do now.
Especially after what he'd just discovered.
If he let his feelings interfere, or his impulses, Goren knew he wouldn't be accountable for anything.
And so, it was going to be difficult.
But he would try to control himself.
Or at least, as long as the clumsy little girl didn't end up in his arms.
And that was no easy task.