- Knock... Knock...
At the discreet knocking on the door, Eames rushed to the door, put his hand on the handle, but stopped dead in his tracks.
And if it wasn't Goren...
She couldn't risk opening the door and having someone other than Goren discover the crime scene.
- Alex... It's me. Open the door.
At the voice she recognised between a thousand and one, which was Goren's, Eames opened the door and threw herself into his arms.
At the reaction of an Eames who had just thrown herself straight into his arms, Goren blushed violently and didn't know what to do.
But one small detail did not escape Goren's notice: not only had Eames just thrown herself into his arms, but she was wearing nothing but panties, and the rest of her was naked.
Good heavens...
This situation was really very embarrassing, and also very troubling.
But he absolutely had to take it in his stride, and think of something other than her small, well-rounded breasts pressed against the fabric of his shirt.
And above all, he had to get her into the bedroom before anyone saw them.
- Alex... His face flushed, he placed his fingertips on Eames' bare shoulders, not daring to touch her. Come, let's go to the bedroom.
Gently, he moved into the bedroom, Eames still clinging to him, refusing to let go, and of raising her face to him.
There really was something wrong.
Eames had never reacted like that before.
And above all, she had just thrown herself into his arms, and in little knickers.
It was the first time a woman had thrown herself into his arms, and so scantily clad.
Not that it was unpleasant.
But still...
Finally in the bedroom, he closed the door behind him.
He absolutely had to know why Eames had called him in such a hurry, and why she was wearing nothing but panties.
Gently, he placed his hands on hers and gently squeezed them, only to find that they were full of cracks and very red.
Why were Eames' hands like that.
It was as if she'd been trying hard to wash her hands, trying to get something dirty off.
- Why are your hands like that.
Why...
When he found out, he wouldn't be talking to her with such concern in his voice.
Because she'd washed her hands, to get the blood off that dead man, and the more she washed them, the more blood she saw in them.
- Alex...
Eames raised her head, her face tense and her big hazel eyes shining with panic, she clutched at his shirt with all her might.
- Tell me you don't think I'm capable of killing someone.
Pardon.
Him saying he didn't think she was capable of killing anyone.
Why was Eames asking him to tell her that.
And why was she panicking so much.
Of course he knew she couldn't kill anyone.
- Say it...
But she was insisting.
Did he really need to tell her.
Didn't she know what he thought of her.
Seeing that she was clutching his shirt tighter and tighter, he decided he'd better tell her what she wanted to hear.
- Very well. I don't think you're capable of killing anyone. But first... Goren opened his jacket, took off his shirt and handed it to Eames. Put on my shirt. You are...
At his words, and Goren's flushed face, Eames dropped his shirt, stepped aside, red with shame, and wrapped her arms around her chest, hiding her nakedness, and briskly grabbed his shirt.
She turned round and quickly put it on, and finally, with the shirt on her back, which was much too big for her, she rushed into the bathroom, only to return with of clothes in her hands, covered in blood, which she placed in her arms.
At the sight of the clothes, covered in blood, Goren looked at Eames, surprised, and looked at the clothes, which if he wasn't mistaken belonged to Eames.
And that this was why she had welcomed him in her knickers.
My God...
She had welcomed him in her knickers, and instead of hiding her breasts, he had been able to see everything at his leisure.
There must have been something really wrong for Eames not to have realised that this was all she was wearing.
In addition, why did he keep coming back to the vision of her naked little breasts.
It became obsessive in the end.
And that wasn't good.
There were more important things, like the cloth he had in her arms.
Goren had to try and understand why Eames' clothes were covered in blood and why she was so upset.
- Alex... Why...
She pointed to the next room.
- In the bed... There's...
But she hadn't even let him finish.
And what was it about this bed that so upset her that she couldn't finish her sentences.
Goren, with Eames' washing in his arms, decided to go and see what she wanted him to see in the next room.
But when he got to the next room, Goren's heart froze with fright and he clutched the linen with all his strength.
My God...
No.
Everything but that.
In the bed was a dead man, lying in his own blood, and he'd been stabbed in the neck.
Shocked by this discovery, he turned to Eames.
- You have…
- No... I didn't do anything. Of least, I don't remember anything.
My God...
Goren must have been having a nightmare and he was about to wake up.
But the vision of that man, the cloth in his hands, told him it was reality.
Eames had killed that man.
And he understood the state of her small hands.
She'd had to scrub away the blood, try to erase the traces of her crime.
But why had she contacted him...
Was she forgetting that he, like her, was a detective in the criminal investigation department, and that if he saw this, he'd have to take her to the station in handcuffs.
But Goren couldn't imagine such a thing.
Eames might have done this to defend himself.
And if that was the case, she had done it in self-defence, so she wouldn't be running much of a risk.
On the other hand, if she hadn't killed him for that reason, it would have been worse.
My God...
What was he supposed to do.
Goren was caught in the middle.
Either arrest Eames or help her.
And Goren already knew that he could never let her down.
So even if she had killed this man, he would help her no matter what.
- Alex... We've got to get rid of your things...
Get rid of her things…
So that meant he was going to help her.
My God...
So he really was going to help her.
How could she thank him.
By doing this, he was risking his career for her.
And she'd never be able to give him the back.
- Oh Bobby... Thank you. I'll get my shoes. And we can go.
Goren already knew that at that very moment, he had just lost everything.
If Eames had killed this man, and if he helped him by getting rid of the only thing that could incriminate Eames, he would become his accomplice.
But he couldn't leave her like that.
Goren needed to protect her.
- I'm ready now.