There were definitely too many people in the lounge, where practically all the detectives under Eames' command were.
But there was no Wilson in sight.
Eames would she notice Andrew...
Since their arrival, she had even ignored him, even though she was going out with him.
- Er...
Nichols, who was entering the living room, stopped when he saw Goren standing there in his corner looking at the room.
What was he doing there, leaning against that wall.
Why hadn't he entered the room.
Maybe it was because there were too many people in the room, and too much noise.
- Hey, Goren.
At his name, Goren gasped.
- What...
Pardon.
What...
But it was he who should have asked her why he was standing there.
And not him, who should have received a "what".
It was strange...
For some time now, Goren had been too defensive.
And that had to hide something.
Even his behaviour with Eames had changed.
Thinking about Eames, Nichols looked around the room for her.
But he couldn't find her.
It was decidedly strange.
But his gaze fell on a face he knew very well.
Serena.
And she was deep in conversation with a woman whose golden hair was up in a bun.
Nichols had no idea who this woman could be, but when she turned her face, he was startled, recognising Eames.
Name of God...
He hadn't recognised her.
It had to be said that he'd never seen her with her hair tied back, and that really changed her.
- Eames is here... She wore her hair up, so I didn't notice.
- Huh... Or...
At this request, Nichols couldn't hide the small smile that appeared on his face.
Goren used to say that he wanted Eames to leave him alone, because she mothered him too much.
But as soon as he didn't see her, or she wasn't on top of him, he went looking for her.
- Look, she's with Serena.
Serena...
It was weird...
Why was Nichols calling Stevens by his first name.
Could they be intimate.
But no, just because Eames and he were in a secret relationship, it didn't necessarily mean that others were too.
Goren looked in the direction Zach was pointing of his hand, to see Eames, her golden hair up in a bun with a few strands escaping, revealing the fine, delicate features of her face, chatting to Stevens, a small smile on her lips.
Eames looked so different.
Just like that night, when she and he...
To the remember, to the vision of Eames with her golden hair spread out on the pillow, naked beneath him, smiling at him and caressing his cheek, Goren turned completely red and brought his hands to his face to hide his confusion.
Id... Idiot at a time like this I think... What am I thinking.
But it had to be said that for his cause, the little blonde lady with her hair up in a bun, revealing her nascent throat, and the back of her neck, was having one of his effects on him, and that he had only one idea in mind, to detach her hair, to see it fall back on her magnificent bare shoulders.
He turned completely scarlet and buried his face in his hands even more, embarrassed and ashamed to have such ideas in his head at this moment.
Nichols looked at him, surprised.
What was the matter with Goren.
What was all this behaviour, turning so red.
As if something was troubling him.
Or that he was having nasty little thoughts.
- Eames...
At the sound of Wilson's voice, who had just sat down next to Eames, Goren's blood ran cold.
He lifted his face from his hands to look at Wilson and give him a black look.
- Strange, you look younger and cooler than usual.
- Younger.
Eames didn't like Wilson's remark, and the way he came and sat next to her.
She hadn't invited him, so who did he think he was.
In addition, what did he mean when he said she looked younger.
Would he usually think she was old.
- Eames has heavy duties. That's why she's serious.
Eames turned to Stevens, thanking him with a nod.
What did Wilson think, that she had time for fun.
No.
And the only time she had a bit of time to herself, she tried to spend it with a certain big man.
In thinking of Goren.
Eames hadn't seen him all evening.
Why hadn't he come to join them.
Was it because of all the people and all the noise.
It was quite possible.
Goren was the type to avoid crowds.
- Alex... What do you think of me.
Pardon.
Was she dreaming.
Or had Wilson taken the liberty of calling her by her first name.
She turned to him, looked at him outraged.
What she thought of him...
But she wasn't going to mince her words.
That he was a self-arrogant bloke of himself, and that he annoyed her more than anything else.
- Eames... I think you should look this way.
- Goren... Come and have a drink with me...
Goren felt two small hands come to rest on his arm and pull him, forcing him to come out of his corner and follow the person who was pulling him.
- What the...
Nichols couldn't help laughing at the sight.
Tessy James was simply drunk, and had decided to invite Goren to join her, seeing that he remained alone in his corner.
- I can't drink. In addition, I've got other things to do...
Like looking after Wilson.
So it was better to decline the invitation.
- What are you talking about, come, come, and drink this.
Tessy forced Goren to sit down and handed him a glass filled with alcohol.
Someone save me...
Nichols come to my rescue.
Goren really didn't feel like drinking a single glass of alcohol.
And knowing Tessy, he wasn't about to be rid of it until he joined her for a drink.
- Tessy, do you want more to drink...
At the voice of Eames, who was standing between him and Tessy, handing Tessy the bottle of muscatel, Goren looked at her surprised.
Eames had come to his rescue.
He blushed violently at this realisation, his heart beating wildly in his chest, ready to explode.
He had thought that they shouldn't be together.
If only they'd known.
- Alex, you want to drink with me...
Drinking with Tessy...
That wasn't really why she was there.
She'd seen how Goren had got into kneader, and she'd come.
What's more, she'd been able to plant Wilson at the same time, which she'd loved.
- You can drink, can't you.
But Tessy was really inviting Eames to drink with her, and at the same time, to keep them company.
Eames would have accepted Tessy's invitation to drink, but she wasn't going to.
As the superior, she had to set an example.
But would a little drink...
- Then just one drink, Tessy.
When Eames agreed to join them for a drink, a big smile appeared on Tessy's lips.
Then Eames brought the bottle close to Tessy's glass, filled it for her, did the same with their drinks and came and sat down next to Goren.
