Good God...
But where had his captain James Deakins got the idea to give him such a clumsy partner.
Was it to punish him.
Because if it was, it was working just fine.
Goren had never seen so much clumsiness coming from one person.
But his new partner Alexandra Eames, who was extremely pretty, a detail that hadn't escaped Goren's notice - was a whirlwind of clumsiness, much to Goren's dismay.
Ever since he started working with her, Goren felt as if he'd grown old.
And how not to age, with a partner like Eames.
It was like looking after a child who was always getting into mischief.
But in Eames' case, it was involuntary.
Deakins had told him that Eames was an excellent inspector, very serious, very level-headed, and that he was sure the two of them would be a good fit, since they complemented each other.
But Deakins had forgotten to mention one very important detail about Eames.
That she was clumsy.
Deakins had kept this from her.

And if Goren had known this detail, he would surely have shunned her, and perhaps, asked for another partner.
But despite her clumsy side, Goren had to admit that Eames was very endearing, and above all, an excellent inspector.
So he forgave her her clumsiness.
But it was exhausting in the end.
How many times had Eames inadvertently dropped files and mixed up papers, to the point where Goren had had to spend hours sorting and tidying everything up.
And he hated it, doing paperwork.
But that small, sorry smile she had on her lips every time, made him forgive her clumsiness.
And Goren was tired of being so weak with Eames.
Maybe if he was firmer, maybe Eames would be more careful.
But he wasn't sure.
And what would be the point...
If it was only to hurt her.
Then Goren would take it on himself.
But he didn't know how long he'd put up with it, or at least his poor heart would.
- Bobby…

At Eames's insistent voice, and his fingers tapping on his desk, Goren snapped out of his thoughts, to see an Eames right beside him.
- We have to go to a crime scene.
At her words, Goren nodded, pushed his seat away from his desk, stood up, and followed Eames, hoping that this time, Eames would forget his clumsiness here, and that this day would be without incident.
But he already knew, there was very little chance of that happening.

- Eames... Look...
Goren pointed to a small detail on the deceased's chest.
And so, to get a better look, as she wasn't at his side, Eames decided to move closer to Goren, but just as she reached him, and leaned over his shoulder, to get a closer look at what he was pointing at with his hand, Eames lost her balance, much to Goren's despair, who saw this, huffed in exasperation, but didn't hesitate for a second to turn towards her and reach for Eames' waist, but missed, only grazing it, causing Eames to fall.
But instead of falling on the body of the deceased, or directly onto the ground, Eames fell on top of him, bringing him down with her.
Goren, still in shock from the fall, didn't move.
Here we go again.

This little blonde woman was definitely the bane of his life.
If he'd caught up with her, and not made the mistake of brushing against her, Eames wouldn't have fallen on him, dragging him down with her.
And Goren, motionless, his heart beating violently in his chest, couldn't move, shaken by the fall.
For not only had Eames fallen on top of him, but it wasn't so much that that bothered him, but rather, her small breasts, which had fallen right onto his face, and Goren could feel the roundness, and firmness, as well as the softness of her little breasts, which inflamed him, all over.
But he pulled himself together.
It wasn't right to react like that.
He shouldn't react like that.
In addition, given the position they were in, he should have been angry, not aroused by that little pair of breasts on her face.
But Goren had to admit, that little pair of breasts felt very good against his face.
And gave him a glimpse of some very erotic things.
But how else could he react.
After all, he was a man first and foremost, and Eames, before being his partner, was a woman.

And so it was normal to react like that.
But still, it wasn't right.
He absolutely had to pull himself together.
- Sorry.
At his words, as Eames drew away from him, blushing, not daring to look at him, her cheeks flushed pink, Goren suddenly felt a violent anger rising up inside him.
Sorry...
Eames had just apologized again, as always.
And this way of being embarrassed.
What did she think, that he was unmoved.
Besides, he was the one who should be embarrassed.
Was she forgetting that it was she who had fallen on him, not the other way round.
In addition, Goren had had more than enough of Eames' excuses.
If she paid more attention, nothing would happen, especially not this embracing situation.
- If you were more careful... Goren screamed, his face red. This would never have happened.
At Goren's cries and reproaches, Eames looked at him, shocked by the harshness in his voice.
If she'd been careful...
This would never have happened.
That's what Goren thought.

That she'd fallen on him on purpose.
This situation was just as embarrassing for her as it was for him, especially since she'd fallen, her breasts in his face.
So why blame her, and above all, yell at her.
Couldn't he understand that it was an accident.
It wasn't her fault she'd been clumsy.
In addition, she'd apologized.
So why such a reaction.
- No matter. Goren repositioned himself and turned his back on her, preferring not to see her again. You'd better go into the other room. He indicated with his hand the other room, which was none other than the kitchen, while he remained here, in the living room. Something else to do.
I'm sorry, sir.
She'd better go into the kitchen...
Because there were other things to do.
Was it her, or had he just repudiated her, without any embarrassment, and no restraint.
All because of an unfortunate accident.
Goren wasn't fair.
- And thanks for not breaking anything.

What.
Eames opened his mouth, only to close it again, shocked by Goren's words.
Thanks for not breaking anything...
So that's how it was.
He thought she was a walking danger.
At this realization, Eames felt a violent anger welling up inside her.
Who did Goren think he was.
He thought he was better than her.
When he was far from a benchmark.
Angrily, Eames crossed her arms around her chest and, without a glance at Goren, stormed off towards the kitchen.
- You're a fool... Robert Goren.
Pardon.
Had he heard correctly.
Or had the little lady just rebelled against him, calling him a fool.
No, but what nerve.
She dared to call him an imbecile, when she was the one who kept making stupid mistakes, because she was clumsy.
No, she was a good one.
Goren could always stand Eames' clumsiness.
This habit of knocking things over, of breaking things.
But today, he couldn't stand her clumsiness.

And that was normal.
It was the first time he'd found himself in this situation.
An Eames on top of him, her little breasts against his face.
So it was normal for him to be angry.
But he wasn't just angry at her, he was angry at himself.
That emotion he'd felt, having her little breasts against his face, that had totally turned him upside down, to the point, of lighting a violent fire inside him.
And Goren refused, shouldn't feel things like that for his partner.
It wasn't right.
Well, he had to try and forget what had just happened, and concentrate on the body of the deceased.
Proud of this resolution, he turned his full attention back to the dead man, and continued his inspection.