"Uh, Goren," Eames reaches for the phone from a distracted Goren.

"Right." Instead, he shows Eames the picture on Pat's phone background and then returns the phone.

"Blonde huh?"

"Yeah, you have a problem with white?"

Goren glances at the front and back of his hand in mock bewilderment which amuses Eames, drawing a smile from her in return. "Um no, it's blondes." Goren shudders dramatically, "we've been burned by them before. Which makes me wonder if this particular blonde would turn on you." Goren said entering into his personal space.

"Her name is Nikki and she's as loyal as they come. Maybe if you weren't a race traitor you wouldn't have trouble with good women who know their place."

"I'll tell you what, needing someone to know their place is admitting you don't have as much control as you think. Threatened. Maybe we should test that loyalty."

"I already told you she doesn't know anything. I planted the bomb."

"But so far you've told us next to nothing about the mechanics so I'm guessing you aren't responsible for making it and I'm also betting Nikki knows who did"

"Tell me this, was it just revenge on Gregory, a grudge or was there something more. How they spin it to you?"

"This was to stop antifa. Those terrorists want to destroy white values muddling our country and trying to drive us out."

"Do you know what antifa even means?"

"I don't care what it means it's Anti-American."

"It means anti Fascism. Do you know what Fascism means? I'll assume no. It means we don't want a dictator. You should know one of them, Hitler. The mass genocide of Jews. The reminder that we do not want government control like that. But I guess Trump has you guys believing it's a good thing. You won't realize what hit you until it's too late. "

"Trump just wants a return to values is all."

"He doesn't care one way or other. All he wants is power and power in the wrong hands is a scary thing."

"So you plant this bomb destroy the antifas and what secure victory for trump?" Eames cuts in.

"He's gonna fix this country."

"I hate to break it to you but any movement that involves the killing of innocents to succeed is not fixing anything. It's destroying what this country was built on. I believe you didn't understand what you were a part of here, Pat. But now, you need to make a choice. One that can help us put it right before any more people on either side get hurt."

"Nah. He's not gonna tell us. Are ya pat?"

No response.

"He's too committed, too indoctrinated. Take him back to his cell. He wants to go down for this. So be it."

"We'll need the girlfriend's contact info to verify his story," Eames added.

"Right. Your girlfriend's loyal so she will back your story. It's just a formality," Goren assured Pat.

Pat scribbled the info on a piece of paper and then he was cuffed and returned to his cell.

Once Pat was gone, they left the interrogation room in to a private room where Eames stood arms crossed against her body with her eyebrow raised, "What was that earlier with the picture?" Eames questioned.

"You don't think she looks a little like..."

"Nicole."

"So you think so too?"

"Well there's only one blonde that gets you all worked up but she's dead, Bobby. She's not coming back anymore. It's over."

Bobby rubs the back of his neck, "Yeah, you're right." He pursed his lips to his left then bit the inside of his check slightly, "Pat isn't the whole picture but we're no where closer to this thing. The only think we know is he has this girlfriend who seems..."

"...out of his league," Eames supplied.

"Yeah...It's just a hunch but I feel like there's something there we just haven't pieced together yet."

Eames sighed, Goren and his puzzles. "Just as long as you don't get lost in the past. This case it may not line up how you want it to."

"How I want it to? I just want to find the bomber so we can give a widow some closure."
"Okay. Just Remember that before you spin your wheels on familiarity."

"I'm good Eames."

Eames exasperatedly shrugged, "I'm tired. You know, I'm just ready to close this case and take back my life. "

"I'm Sorry, Eames. I can't imagine how difficult this has been on you."

"On us. Remember, somehow they looping you in this mess too."

"We'll be alright."

"Yeah, well, I'll sleep better when this is put to bed.

"You're not sleeping? Are you having nightmares?"

"I'm fine."

"How long"

"Since the shooting."

"Eames that long maybe you should talk to someone."

"Like I said once this closed it'll pass. It's just the not knowing and the one thing I do know, my guilt."

"You haven't said that to IAB that you are guilty? It may not have been the best outcome but you are not one in the wrong here, Eames."

"It seems that is the outcome they are gunning for. And, Something is wrong when a kid dies and I'm responsible for the kid's death."

"You and how many others shot him? No one knows who fired the lethal shot. You can't take it all on yourself."

"Yeah well someone should."

"And that someone has to be you? You are torturing yourself and not sleeping. You should try and get some rest in the crib. I can contact the girlfriend."

"I doubt any sleep will come."

"Just try. And I'll pick up Angelo's my treat when you wake up."

"Fine." Eames shuffled miserably out the door and towards the crib.