- You're an idiot.
Eames raised an accusing finger at Goren, who was watching her shout at him without saying anything.
- How hard can it be to fill in a report properly.
Hard to fill in a report...
Why should it be hard to do that.
Well, he admitted that he didn't like doing it, and that he hated it.
But from there to telling her it was hard.
And above all, always shouting at her at the drop of a hat, all for simple mistakes.
Was Eames forgetting that before he became captain of the criminal section, she was his partner, and that it was she who filled in his bloody reports?
So why blame her now, if it was badly done.
Besides, she knew how much he hated doing that.
That's why he had Zach Nichols, who had become his new partner, do it.
But strangely enough, when it was Nichols who filled in the report, there were never any mistakes.
You'd think he was the only one making them.
- Your inability to fill out a report makes me bow down... So stupid.
With these last words, and a face full of anger, Eames turned away from Goren, and indicated with his hand the door of his office, dismissing him.
- I think she hates me.
With his head resting on the desk and gasping in despair, Goren didn't know what to do.
Eames had changed so much since she had become his superior, and she was always reminding him that he was under her command, or at least she had this way of reminding him, shouting at him all the time and making him repeat his reports over and over again.
- But no... You're imagining things.
Goren looked up at Nichols, who was arranging his report as usual.
And that way, Goren knew that Eames would leave him alone.
But it was strange...
How did she know that he wasn't the one making the correction.
Perhaps the words he used, or the way he turned them around, were different from his own, and that was the detail that didn't escape Eames.
Nichols told him he was imagining things.
But Goren was sure of the opposite.
Didn't his partner see that Eames was constantly on his back.
And the more he tried to run away from her, the more she fell on him.
Nichols, with a small smile on his lips, pushed his seat away from the desk to get up and walked towards Goren, who remained in his unhappy position.
When he reached his side, he put the file down in front of him.
- You can take it to him. It's finished.
Take it to him...
A no.
Goren didn't want to have to deal with the Eames dragon again.
Because that's what she had become...
A dragon.
And he didn't want to end up deaf.
His little ears were beginning to grow tired of Eames' cries.
Goren felt a large hand rest on his shoulder.
- You know she's not mean to you... She's put up with you for over ten years.
Not mean...
Put up with you for more than ten years.
But yes, it was true what Nichols said.
Eames was the only one who put up with him for all those years.
And you really had to be good to have put up with him for so many years.
But who knows.
Maybe it was revenge on Eames' part.
For all the years he'd had to put her through.
- She's not even in his office... So you should take advantage of that.
But yes.
It was true.
Eames had had to leave in a hurry.
So he wasn't likely to bump into her.
Not wasting a moment, Goren lifted his head from his desk, took the file in his hands and stood up, heading towards Eames' office.
Arriving in Eames' office, Goren made his way towards the desk, but stopped dead in his tracks when he heard small footsteps behind him and the door closing.
No.
Everything but this.
Eames shouldn't have come back any time soon.
And yet he could recognise the sound of his footsteps.
And he couldn't mistake who the person was.
- This is the corrected report you're bringing me.
Reluctantly, he had to turn round and face her.
But strangely, Eames wasn't looking at him as usual.
There was no expression of anger on his face.
- Goren... I've got something to tell you. So it's good you're here.
Something to tell him.
Was she going to scold him again.
And openly reproach him for letting Nichols fix his mistakes.
Eames lowered her eyes, not daring to look at him, nervously tightening her little fingers on the fabric of her skirt.
- Would you like to go out with me.
- Huh…
Going out with Eames...
Had Goren heard Eames' question correctly.
Eames would never ask him such a thing.
And if he did, it wouldn't be the real Eames standing in front of him.
- I'm asking you... Eames raised her face to him, her cheeks pink, her eyes serious, which startled him. Will you try to go out with me.
- Go out... like a man and a woman...
Eames brought his hand up to his face in despair at this answer.
Good God...
Was he doing it on purpose, or was he really stupid.
Did he really not understand what she was asking him.
- You really don't understand what I'm getting at... A man and a woman going out... That means something.
It means something...
Her words gradually took up space in his mind, and when he finally understood the meaning of what she was asking him, he opened his eyes wide in shock and surprise.
He dropped the report from his hands and it slid to the floor, scattering all the papers in the file.
- What have you done.
Pardon.
What he had done.
Eames wasn't serious.
She'd asked him out, and he should have remained unmoved.
Goren bent down to pick up the papers, but his fingers met small fingers, so he stepped aside, falling onto his ceasing on the floor.
- Get out... What for.
At Goren's outraged cries, Eames looked at him surprised.
Why was he shocked by such a request.
- No reason. You've always been a good person.
No reason...
A good person.
Was that really the reason.
in addition, Eames was her superior.
So it just wasn't possible.
So why ask her.
But it was strange...
Eames was the kind of person who respected the code, so to ask her that.
It was like a lightning bolt in his head.
This little woman in front of him wasn't the real Eames.
- It's all a lie. You're not the real Eames.
You're not the real Eames.
Not the real Eames.
Just because she asked him out.
Goren wasn't serious.
And where was the harm.
They'd known each other for over ten years.
- In addition... You're always yelling at me... So why would you...
- Bobby...
No, you didn't.
That was too easy.
Eames knew very well that when Eames used that diminutive name, he tended to give in to her.
But not this time.
It would be better if he left the office straight away.
Eames would realise that she had been talking nonsense.
Goren rose to his full height and, without wasting a second, rushed out of the room, leaving Eames, who had just picked up the papers and put them back in the file, watching him run off.
Because that was what he had just done.