L&O: Criminal Intent Multi-Chapter fic: Interrogation Room[Part 2/6]
Interrogation Room
Characters: Bobby Goren, Alex Eames
Pairing: Goren/Eames
Summary: In which Alex must comfort Bobby when things go bad for his mother and
Rating: T for Teen
Warnings: AU and a somewhat out of character Goren
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I do not own Goren, Eames or anything pertaining to Law and Order Criminal Intent. L&O: CI is Dick Wolf's and Rene Balcer brain child. I am not affiliated with them in any way.
Author's Note: UnBeta'd all mistakes are my own and I apologize for them
PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5
There were a fair number of people at the funeral, none talked to Goren though, only to his brother who had managed to sober himself enough to come. No matter how much he had ever done for his mother, it was always Frank this, and Frank that; especially to all the people who knew her. Eames, Deakins and Carver were all there though, just for him. Eames stood right next to him, her entire side press firmly against his bulking frame.
When it was all over, and everyone had left, the four were the last still there. Deakins and Caver walked past him as they left with words of condolences and comforting pats on his shoulder.
As the captain passed Eames, he leaned in close to whisper in her ear, reminding her to take care of him and that they had as much time as needed.
“We can’t lose him.” Alex nodded knowing he wasn’t talking about the squad; he was talking about the three of them. No matter how much anxiety he causes, Deakins and Caver were both fond of Goren. Still they left, leaving her with the unmoving silent man.
Eventually losing track of the time, Eames only knew they had to leave when it started to drizzle. Taking his hand, slipping her fingers between his, she began pulling him toward the car. There was a slight resistance at first, but he finally followed without a word.
Alex stopped and shut off the car just outside his apartment and turned to him. Bobby had spent the whole ride from Greenwood staring out the side window, forehead pressed against the glass. He surprised her though when he started talking before she did, finally glancing at her.
“Thanks Eames, I think…I think I want to be alone right now.”
“Just call me ok?”
He nodded, but didn’t move to leave yet. He’d figured something out during the drive: he was alone, free, and his mother was finally free of her demons. There was still Eames and Deakins, Lewis and a few of the guys from the old neighborhood; and maybe now, he could actually join in with them, not just skirt around the edges, not always afraid of his phone ringing. Bobby gave her a small sad smile.
“Alex, I’m going to be ok.”
She looked at him wearily for a minute, searching his eyes, see saw it; truth.
“I know Bobby.”
He left her then with another thanks, and she waited to see him disappear through the door, before leaving for home herself.
***
It took a few weeks before Eames could see that Goren was starting to transform back into his old self. But it didn’t stop there. He started to smile a bit more, joke around a bit more. A great weight and worry had been lifted from him, and it was open for the world to see. There were still moments where Alex would see his expression change, remembering what his life had been, or maybe remembering that he still had to worry about degrading into a schizophrenic himself. That would always be there. But Alex would be good at seeing it, giving his arm or hand a squeeze, breaking his train of though. He started smiling down at her in thanks. Alex was starting to like those smiles more than she thought she should. It was a dangerous thing.
“Hey, Eames do you want to go grab a drink.”
It was one of those desk days. They’d spent most of it chasing a paper trail left by this serial embezzler, it was hard grueling work; especially with all the paper cuts. His voice, made her glance up from a pages she was sure she’d read a hundred times already.
“Drink?”
“There’s not much more we can do tonight.”
For a second, Alex had thought he was asking for something else, something more than just a drink. There was something about the way he said it; apparently not. She’d take it either way.
“Sure.”
So it was that, an hour later, found the partners in a small, out of the way, bar.
***
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Characters: Bobby Goren, Alex Eames
Pairing: Goren/Eames
Summary: In which Alex must comfort Bobby when things go bad for his mother and
Rating: T for Teen
Warnings: AU and a somewhat out of character Goren
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I do not own Goren, Eames or anything pertaining to Law and Order Criminal Intent. L&O: CI is Dick Wolf's and Rene Balcer brain child. I am not affiliated with them in any way.
Author's Note: UnBeta'd all mistakes are my own and I apologize for them
PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5
There were a fair number of people at the funeral, none talked to Goren though, only to his brother who had managed to sober himself enough to come. No matter how much he had ever done for his mother, it was always Frank this, and Frank that; especially to all the people who knew her. Eames, Deakins and Carver were all there though, just for him. Eames stood right next to him, her entire side press firmly against his bulking frame.
When it was all over, and everyone had left, the four were the last still there. Deakins and Caver walked past him as they left with words of condolences and comforting pats on his shoulder.
As the captain passed Eames, he leaned in close to whisper in her ear, reminding her to take care of him and that they had as much time as needed.
“We can’t lose him.” Alex nodded knowing he wasn’t talking about the squad; he was talking about the three of them. No matter how much anxiety he causes, Deakins and Caver were both fond of Goren. Still they left, leaving her with the unmoving silent man.
Eventually losing track of the time, Eames only knew they had to leave when it started to drizzle. Taking his hand, slipping her fingers between his, she began pulling him toward the car. There was a slight resistance at first, but he finally followed without a word.
Alex stopped and shut off the car just outside his apartment and turned to him. Bobby had spent the whole ride from Greenwood staring out the side window, forehead pressed against the glass. He surprised her though when he started talking before she did, finally glancing at her.
“Thanks Eames, I think…I think I want to be alone right now.”
“Just call me ok?”
He nodded, but didn’t move to leave yet. He’d figured something out during the drive: he was alone, free, and his mother was finally free of her demons. There was still Eames and Deakins, Lewis and a few of the guys from the old neighborhood; and maybe now, he could actually join in with them, not just skirt around the edges, not always afraid of his phone ringing. Bobby gave her a small sad smile.
“Alex, I’m going to be ok.”
She looked at him wearily for a minute, searching his eyes, see saw it; truth.
“I know Bobby.”
He left her then with another thanks, and she waited to see him disappear through the door, before leaving for home herself.
***
It took a few weeks before Eames could see that Goren was starting to transform back into his old self. But it didn’t stop there. He started to smile a bit more, joke around a bit more. A great weight and worry had been lifted from him, and it was open for the world to see. There were still moments where Alex would see his expression change, remembering what his life had been, or maybe remembering that he still had to worry about degrading into a schizophrenic himself. That would always be there. But Alex would be good at seeing it, giving his arm or hand a squeeze, breaking his train of though. He started smiling down at her in thanks. Alex was starting to like those smiles more than she thought she should. It was a dangerous thing.
“Hey, Eames do you want to go grab a drink.”
It was one of those desk days. They’d spent most of it chasing a paper trail left by this serial embezzler, it was hard grueling work; especially with all the paper cuts. His voice, made her glance up from a pages she was sure she’d read a hundred times already.
“Drink?”
“There’s not much more we can do tonight.”
For a second, Alex had thought he was asking for something else, something more than just a drink. There was something about the way he said it; apparently not. She’d take it either way.
“Sure.”
So it was that, an hour later, found the partners in a small, out of the way, bar.
***
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