Seminar...
At these words, spoken by Eames, Goren woke up with a start, threw back the sheet and rested his head against his hands.
Why had he dreamt that Eames had said that to him.
Just thinking about that word made him shiver, and he felt an immense cold rise up inside him.
The sound of his telephone ringing took out him of his thoughts.
He turned his gaze towards his bedside table where his telephone was, and grabbed it to see that the person calling him was none other than Eames.
And knowing the little lady, and the reaction she'd had when he'd turned his phone off last time and she hadn't managed to reach him, he thought he'd better answer.
So he pressed the off-hook button and put the phone to his ear.
- Where are you.
At Eames's shout, Goren realised he'd been better off not answering.
In addition, why why she was shouting..

And above all, was she asking him, where he was…

What else had he done wrong again.
What did she think.
That he was somewhere other than at home, at this time of the morning, and out of bed.
In general, there weren't many places he could be.
Either at home, or at the criminal investigation department, or at a crime scene, or in the middle of an investigation.
And Eames knew that very well.
So why ask him.
And what was with yelling at him in the middle of the morning.
- We're just waiting of you. You haven't forgotten.
Not forget...
And forget what.
But the word that Eames had uttered in his dream suddenly appeared in a memory of a few days ago, when there had been a meeting with all the inspectors under the command of Eames, and that she had spoken about a seminar that they all had to do, in particular one person, whom she hadn't taken her eyes off, emphasising his presence and warning that she wouldn't tolerate the slightest absentee.
And he understood perfectly well that it was to him that her last words were addressed.
Name of God...
But then he hadn't dreamt her words.
That was the reality.
- You're going to hurry up to get there... Or I'm going to come and get you.
Hurry up to get there...
Or she was going to come looking for him.
If he wasn't there, at the rendezvous point, why didn't they just leave.
He didn't mind.
On the contrary...
If he could avoid this seminar, he'd hold f that the better for it.
- I won't tell you twice.
Seeing that Eames wouldn't give in, and that she was ready to carry out her threat, Goren had no choice but to comply.
- All right... I'm on my way.
- I'll give you half an hour. Not a minute less.

On his last words, Eames hung up, and Goren realised he'd better not dawdle if he didn't want Eames barging in on him.
So reluctantly, he got out of bed and went to his chest of drawers to start getting ready.
He was really of unlucky...
For once, he'd almost managed to dodge something he didn't want to do.
But that was without counting on the little blonde who acted as his captain,
always keeping an eye on him.

- You did everything you could to get a slap on the wrist this morning.
Everything you could to get a slap on the wrist...
Nichols wasn't serious.
What did he think, that he loved being set on fire early in the morning, by Eames.
- You should have known she'd be angry.
Known she'd be angry...
Yes, it's true.
Nichols had a point there.
It didn't take much for Eames to lose his temper easily these days.
As soon as he had the misfortune to do something she didn't like, she'd come down on him.
And it became unbearable.
But he always forgave her.
Because despite that, he was entitled to moments of extreme tenderness.
And so, he passed him all.
Goren settled more comfortably on the seat, deciding to doze off a little.
- Straighten up you.
At the voice he knew all too well, Goren sat up straight, realising that the little blonde had decided to take revenge for this morning, appearing at his side so suddenly, and that she wasn't going to leave him in peace.
So even on this bus, which was taking them to this cursed seminar, Eames had found a way of popping up at any time, and also a way of keeping an eye on him.
Even though she was nowhere near him and there was a good distance between them.

But even from where she was, she was keeping an eye on him.
Him, who thought she was talking quietly with Stevens.
But in fact, not at all.
- Nichols... Keep a close eye on him. Make sure he doesn't try to run away.
Goren turned to Zach outraged that Eames could have asked such a thing.
- I'll see to it.
He would see to that...
But it was a joke.
Whereas not at all.
Even his partner was ganging up on him and siding with Eames.
Eames nodded in satisfaction and put his hand to Goren's ashen curls, patting them affectionately, causing him to blush violently at the affectionate gesture, which was visible to all the detectives present.
- He always acts like a child. That's why you always have to keep an eye on him.

What.
He's always acts like a child...
And you always had to keep an eye on him.
Eames wasn't serious.
Was she forgetting what had happened between them.
That night when they'd slept together, she hadn't treated him like a child at all.
On the contrary, he had behaved like a man, and not like a child, as she was saying.
And if they'd been alone, he would have reminded her of that.
But here, on this bus, surrounded by detectives from the criminal section under Eames's command, he couldn't say anything.
So he crossed his arms around his chest, biting her lips to keep from saying certain things to Eames in public.
Eames smiled at her sulky expression, tenderizes, and removed his hand from her hair.
Why did he always have to behave like a child.
He had been criticised for mothering him too much.
And how could she do otherwise.
Goren needed someone to keep an eye on him, and on his steps too.
Because if she didn't put her top up there, she knew very well that one day he would overstep the mark.
And she wouldn't accept that.
Goren just needed attention and landmarks, nothing more.
- I'm going back to Stevens.
Yeah, it's that...
You go back to Stevens.
And leave the child quiet.

Nichols and Eames looked at him dumbfounded.
My God..
He'd just said out loud what he'd been thinking.
And the way Zach and Alex looked at him told him they'd heard everything.
Name of God...
But why was he rebelling so much.
He'd never done it before.
But it was her fault, at her.
If she wasn't on his back all the time, maybe...
- Well... I going will leave the child alone then...
Nichols couldn't hide his desire to laugh at Eames's words as she walked away from him, his brown eyes sparkling with amusement and a small mocking smile spreading across his face.
- If I were you... I'd try to keep what you think to myself... Because I'd be afraid that Eames would be even more on me.
That he'd keep what he thinks to himself...
And that she would be again even more on him.
But she was always on him.
It wouldn't make any difference if he kept what he was thinking to himself.
Or maybe, that yes.
Nichols was probably right.
So perhaps he should accept this seminar in spite of everything.
And if Eames saw that he was making an effort to accept it, she'd probably leave him alone, or at least let him breathe.