Full Version: Red Sunset
Ok, it's taken me a little bit to get this they way I want it, but here is the squel to the last fan fic I wrote. This takes place approx 4 to 5 months after Close to His Heart. This is a NON-SHIPPER, and a heads up, there may be some strong language in the later chapters. Please, please leave me suggestions, critiques and over all opinions. I can't grow as a writer, if I don't get feedback, whether it be good, bad or indifferent. That being said, here comes part 1 of Red Sunset
Friday Morning, 6 am, Goren-Reynolds Residence
Goren stepped out of the shower and wrapped the towel around him. As he stepped into the bedroom, he noticed that his girlfriend, Rena, had laid out a suit and shirt for him. Smiling, Goren began to get ready for the day.
Goren walked into the kitchen still adjusting his tie. Coffee was already brewed, and his favorite mug sitting on the counter ready to go. Goren poured his coffee, and sat at the table, picking up the morning edition of the Ledger. Glancing at the headlines, he sat the paper to the side. Rena, his live in girlfriend, handed him a muffin. His smile became wider. He loved these homely little touches.
Rena drank on her orange juice, and checked her watch. "About ready to go?"
Goren nodded. "Let me get my holster and weapon and we can head out. Are we still on for tonight?"
Rena beamed. "I'm ready. I picked up my dress yesterday at the cleaners and left it at the office. So I won't be the one holding us up." Her knowing glance at Goren made him squirm a bit.
"Eames and I have meetings all morning with the District Attorney's Office all morning, and then Eames is scheduled for court this afternoon. I doubt Ross will assign any new cases to us today, especially since we're suppose to be off the next two days." Goren added a mental threat to Ross if he did assign them anything today that would alter his plans for the evening.
Rena rinsed her glass out in the sink. She picked up her briefcase and purse, "I'll meet you in the car."
Goren continued eating the muffin on his way to their bedroom. Opening the closet door, he typed in the code for the gun safe, and waited for the safe door to open. He holstered his weapon, and then reached back into the safe, and pulled out a black box. Whistling happily, he put the box in his pocket and headed out to the car and the day ahead of him.
Friday Night, 8 pm, Outside Il Mulino Restaurant
Darkness blanketed the sky, yet in New York, true darkness rarely fell. The lights from business, cars and street lamps kept the eternal darkness at bay. The cool wind blew around the buildings and cars, reminding New Yorkers that winter's approach was not far away. Water stood on the streets, reflecting the light of the city back out to those who walked along the sidewalks.
A light misty rain continued, clinging to everything. As Goren drove them to the restaurant, he quickly changed plans. Turning his head slightly to Rena, "I'm going to let you out in front of the restaurant."
Rena nodded, "Alright. What time is our reservation again?"
Goren slowed to a stop in front of the restaurant's door, "8:30, but we may not get seated until later."
"That's alright; I still get to spend the evening with you. And we don't get many of those do we?"
Goren kissed her cheek, "See you in ten minutes." Once Rena stepped out of the SUV and closed the door, he drove off to park. Before getting out of the car, he reached into the glove compartment and pull out the black box he had put there this morning before arriving at work. He slid the box into his jacket pocket, patting it slightly for security. He locked the door and walked down the street back to the restaurant.
Rena stood by the door under the awning, and waited for Bobby. Despite the chilly weather, she was anticipating a wonderful evening with him, provided his cell phone didn't ring. She silently threatened Capt Ross if he should decide to call Bobby tonight. She fidgeted slightly waiting for Bobby to return from parking the car. Finally, she saw him across the street walking towards her. He stopped almost directly across from the restaurant, and waiting for traffic to clear before crossing the street.
A large freight truck drove past Rena, blaring its horn at some unseen offense and blocking her view of Bobby for just a few seconds. When the truck had passed, others around Bobby kept moving, yet he just remained where he was. Time seemed to slow, as Rena squinted to see what kept Bobby where he was.
It took Rena only seconds to realize something was horribly wrong. Bobby's hand covered his abdomen as a dark stain seemed to seep out and around. Rena ran towards him ignoring the cars on the street and the car horns and yells that followed her. Before she could reach him, Bobby fell to his knees on the wet sidewalk.
Tears filled Rena's eyes as she reached him. Seeing the wound in his side horrified her. Screaming, "Someone call an ambulance! He's been shot!"
Bobby tried to speak, but Rena shushed him. "Don't talk. Hang in there Bobby, you're going to be alright. You just hang in there ok?" Rena tore her wrap off her shoulders and began to press the wound, trying to stop the loss blood. "Bobby, hang in there. Help is on the way." Tears filled her voice, "Somebody please call 911! Bobby? Bobby!"
Goren stepped out of the shower and wrapped the towel around him. As he stepped into the bedroom, he noticed that his girlfriend, Rena, had laid out a suit and shirt for him. Smiling, Goren began to get ready for the day.
Goren walked into the kitchen still adjusting his tie. Coffee was already brewed, and his favorite mug sitting on the counter ready to go. Goren poured his coffee, and sat at the table, picking up the morning edition of the Ledger. Glancing at the headlines, he sat the paper to the side. Rena, his live in girlfriend, handed him a muffin. His smile became wider. He loved these homely little touches.
Rena drank on her orange juice, and checked her watch. "About ready to go?"
Goren nodded. "Let me get my holster and weapon and we can head out. Are we still on for tonight?"
Rena beamed. "I'm ready. I picked up my dress yesterday at the cleaners and left it at the office. So I won't be the one holding us up." Her knowing glance at Goren made him squirm a bit.
"Eames and I have meetings all morning with the District Attorney's Office all morning, and then Eames is scheduled for court this afternoon. I doubt Ross will assign any new cases to us today, especially since we're suppose to be off the next two days." Goren added a mental threat to Ross if he did assign them anything today that would alter his plans for the evening.
Rena rinsed her glass out in the sink. She picked up her briefcase and purse, "I'll meet you in the car."
Goren continued eating the muffin on his way to their bedroom. Opening the closet door, he typed in the code for the gun safe, and waited for the safe door to open. He holstered his weapon, and then reached back into the safe, and pulled out a black box. Whistling happily, he put the box in his pocket and headed out to the car and the day ahead of him.
Friday Night, 8 pm, Outside Il Mulino Restaurant
Darkness blanketed the sky, yet in New York, true darkness rarely fell. The lights from business, cars and street lamps kept the eternal darkness at bay. The cool wind blew around the buildings and cars, reminding New Yorkers that winter's approach was not far away. Water stood on the streets, reflecting the light of the city back out to those who walked along the sidewalks.
A light misty rain continued, clinging to everything. As Goren drove them to the restaurant, he quickly changed plans. Turning his head slightly to Rena, "I'm going to let you out in front of the restaurant."
Rena nodded, "Alright. What time is our reservation again?"
Goren slowed to a stop in front of the restaurant's door, "8:30, but we may not get seated until later."
"That's alright; I still get to spend the evening with you. And we don't get many of those do we?"
Goren kissed her cheek, "See you in ten minutes." Once Rena stepped out of the SUV and closed the door, he drove off to park. Before getting out of the car, he reached into the glove compartment and pull out the black box he had put there this morning before arriving at work. He slid the box into his jacket pocket, patting it slightly for security. He locked the door and walked down the street back to the restaurant.
Rena stood by the door under the awning, and waited for Bobby. Despite the chilly weather, she was anticipating a wonderful evening with him, provided his cell phone didn't ring. She silently threatened Capt Ross if he should decide to call Bobby tonight. She fidgeted slightly waiting for Bobby to return from parking the car. Finally, she saw him across the street walking towards her. He stopped almost directly across from the restaurant, and waiting for traffic to clear before crossing the street.
A large freight truck drove past Rena, blaring its horn at some unseen offense and blocking her view of Bobby for just a few seconds. When the truck had passed, others around Bobby kept moving, yet he just remained where he was. Time seemed to slow, as Rena squinted to see what kept Bobby where he was.
It took Rena only seconds to realize something was horribly wrong. Bobby's hand covered his abdomen as a dark stain seemed to seep out and around. Rena ran towards him ignoring the cars on the street and the car horns and yells that followed her. Before she could reach him, Bobby fell to his knees on the wet sidewalk.
Tears filled Rena's eyes as she reached him. Seeing the wound in his side horrified her. Screaming, "Someone call an ambulance! He's been shot!"
Bobby tried to speak, but Rena shushed him. "Don't talk. Hang in there Bobby, you're going to be alright. You just hang in there ok?" Rena tore her wrap off her shoulders and began to press the wound, trying to stop the loss blood. "Bobby, hang in there. Help is on the way." Tears filled her voice, "Somebody please call 911! Bobby? Bobby!"
Hi Bubba here, nice job so far.
ooooh drama.
This is decent writing. The grammar is good (as far as I can tell. Nothing glaring. I'm a grammar nazi so nothing is hardly ever going to be completely perfect, i digress). I think that you have great concepts.
The only criticism(s) that I really have is that some of this seems so rushed. I don't think that it has to be lengthy by any means, but I guess that I've had trouble buying into these characters. It seems like they get bitten by the Drama Llama too early. I, personally, do not have time to get invested in the characters enough to really care much what is happening to them.
I think that the part where Bobby gets shot is great, but it is just too early for me.
Of course I'm saying all of this with only one setion being posted, so i would have to read more of the story to really get a feel for what's going on. Really, the length of story dictates a lot of my comments. You are a short form story writer, so a lot of what I'm saying may not really apply.
This is decent writing. The grammar is good (as far as I can tell. Nothing glaring. I'm a grammar nazi so nothing is hardly ever going to be completely perfect, i digress). I think that you have great concepts.
The only criticism(s) that I really have is that some of this seems so rushed. I don't think that it has to be lengthy by any means, but I guess that I've had trouble buying into these characters. It seems like they get bitten by the Drama Llama too early. I, personally, do not have time to get invested in the characters enough to really care much what is happening to them.
I think that the part where Bobby gets shot is great, but it is just too early for me.
Of course I'm saying all of this with only one setion being posted, so i would have to read more of the story to really get a feel for what's going on. Really, the length of story dictates a lot of my comments. You are a short form story writer, so a lot of what I'm saying may not really apply.
Beautiful descriptions. Slow down a tiny bit, like JC said so we can see a little bit more between Rena and Bobby, which I'm sure could be really sweet.
I will have to read the prequel to this as well.
Keep going.
I will have to read the prequel to this as well.
Keep going.
Here's the next section, let me know what you think
Friday Night, 9pm, Mercy General Hospital
The waiting room’s walls were covered in a green floral print. Dark colored thin cushions adorned the couches in the room. Several old magazines laid on the end tables scattered across the room. Old stains remained in the carpet, as reminders of appalling news, or even death. The room’s somber atmosphere fell on Rena like a wet thick blanket, one that she couldn’t remove or get away from.
The doors to the waiting area flew open as Captain Danny Ross and Detective Alexandra Eames burst through. Eames darted straight to Rena. The detective part of Eames’s brain automatically began to take notes. She notices that Rena had a green cocktail dress on, now covered in blood and damp from the rain. Rena’s hair was do up in a bun, yet several strands had escapes and were tucked behind her ears. Rena’s makeup was smeared from crying.
“Alex” one word expressing so much, without having to saying it all.
Eames didn’t hesitate to go straight to Rena, putting an arm around her shoulder. Tears flowed from Rena’s eyes as she started to shake. “SShhh. Take it easy.”
Words began to rush out of Rena, “We were just suppose to have a nice dinner out. Just the two of us. Just an evening out.”
Gently Eames prompted Rena to continued, “What happened?”
Tears flowed, “Bobby dropped me off. He didn’t want me to walk with the rain and cooler weather. After he let me out at the restaurant, he went to park the car.” She paused briefly to catch her breath, “I saw him across the street walking down towards the restaurant. He stopped for traffic. . . . and. . . . .”
Ross sat down next to Rena and awkwardly patted her arm, “Take it easy, just tell us what you saw.”
Tears flowed down Rena’s face. Her hands shook; she started to cover her face until she noticed some of Bobby’s blood still on her hands. Crying harder, she tried to control her shaking. Eames reached over pulled Rena’s hands down and held them. That contact seemed to steady Rena enough for her to continue, “A freight truck drove past, so I didn’t see Bobby. When the truck was gone, Bobby just stood there. I kept expecting him to start across the street.” Rena closed her eyes briefly, “I saw him standing there, holding his side.”
Eames tilted her head slightly, “Is that when you saw he was shot?” she said encouragingly.
Rena nodded, “I saw what seemed like a large stain spreading across his shirt. That’s when I ran across the street to him,” she took the tissue that Ross handed her and wiped her eyes, “He fell to the ground before I could reach him. When I reached him I knew someone shot him.”
Ross’s face turned grim. Eames’s lips pressed together to form a thin line, her eyebrows pulled together. Eames stole a quick glance at Ross, then turned to Rena, “Come on Rena, let’s you get cleaned up and out of this dress.”
Eames escorted Rena down the hall. After Eames asked the nurse a couple of questions, she took Rena to the employee showers. Eames left Rena with a set of spare nurse’s scrubs, and promised to meet her back in the waiting room.
Rena turned the shower on, and looked in the mirror. Grief and fear came crashing over her all at once, weeping she fell down to her knees. She only whispered “Bobby,” as both a prayer and foundation of hope.
Eames returned to the waiting room, rejoining Ross. Ross waved her over to him, “The hospital just gave me Goren’s personal belongings that he had on him.” He showed her the box that had just been handed to him.
Eames looked in the box. Ross pulled out Goren’s service weapon, and removed the clip, “I’ll take this back to the office.” Picking up a black box, Ross looked up at Eames, holding the box up. “Is this what I think it is, Eames?”
Eames took the box, “Damn, Bobby.” Shaking her head, and trying hard not to shed any tears, “I knew he was thinking about. Damn, what timing.”
Ross sighed heavily. “Eames, hold on to that. Don’t tell Ms Reynolds about it yet. Let’s give Mr. Goren the chance to ask her on his own time.”
Eames shot Ross a sharp look, “And if . . .”
Ross’s gazed hardened, “He’ll pull through. He’s a tough bastard. He’ll make it.”
Rena entered the room then wearing blue scrubs and her hair still dripping wet. She didn’t notice Eames put the box in her jacket pocket. Eames went straight to Rena giving her a quick hug. Rena’s face still was red from crying, but she seemed a bit more under control.
Ross reached out and grabbed Rena’s hand, “Ms Reynolds, know that the entire Major Case Squad is here for you.”
Just then, Detective Mike Logan strolled into the waiting room. He hadn’t bothered putting his tie back on, and his brown hair was disheveled. Concern filled his eyes, and his gaze went straight to Eames and Ross. Ross acknowledged Logan’s presence, and introduced him to Rena, “Ms Reynolds, this is Detective Mike Logan, another detective in the Major Case Squad. I’ve assigned him to work with Detective Eames to find Goren’s shooter.”
Rena turned and tried to smile and Logan, but tears streaked down her face. “Bobby has mentioned you a couple of times.”
Logan snickered, “I bet he has.”
Just then, a doctor walked in and interrupted them. “Ms Reynolds?”
Rena stepped forward, with Ross, Eames and Logan standing behind her, silently supporting and bracing her. “Yes. I’m Ms Reynolds.”
Extending his hand, “I’m Doctor Thomas Markham. We’ve just moved Mr. Goren into recovery. He suffered quite a bit of internal bleeding, and we will be keeping him sedated for the next few days, to allow his body time to heal. The bullet fragmented upon impact, which is why his was in surgery for so long.”
Rena gripped Eames’s hand, “But he’ll be alright?”
Dr Markham’s eyes dropped slightly, “I don’t want to give you any false promises. If we got all the shrapnel, and he can remain stable over the next few days, then he should pull thru.”
Ross stepped forward and introduced himself, “We’ll need the fragments you recovered for our investigation.” The doctor nodded his head in acknowledgement.
Rena turned back to the doctor, “When can I see him?”
Dr Markham checked his watch, “Mr. Goren should be moved from recovery in a couple of hours. You will be allowed to see him then.” Rena shook her head in understanding. The doctor then shook hands with Ross and Logan and left the room.
Eames supported Rena, guiding her to the room’s couch. “He’s going to be ok, Rena. He’s going to make.”
Rena closed her eyes and tilted her head back, “I know, Alex. It’s just. . .”
Eames held her hand, “I understand. Where’s Jason?”
“He’s spending time with his grandparent’s in Arkansas and Tennessee. Bobby and I were going to go down to my mother’s in Tennessee in a couple of weeks. You know, introduce Bobby to the family.”
Ross grinned slightly, “So that’s why he submitted that vacation request earlier today.”
Rena smiled, “Do you know how long he’s been putting off doing that? He’s nervous about meeting my mother.”
Logan smirked, “I can’t imagine Goren being nervous about anything.”
Eames tried to hide a smile, and turned to Rena, “I’ll check in with you to see how he’s doing later, ok?”
“Alright.” Pausing, she raised her eyes up to Eames, “Alex, find who did this.”
Eames’s jaw tightened, “We’ll find out who did this. I promise you that.”
Friday Night, 9pm, Mercy General Hospital
The waiting room’s walls were covered in a green floral print. Dark colored thin cushions adorned the couches in the room. Several old magazines laid on the end tables scattered across the room. Old stains remained in the carpet, as reminders of appalling news, or even death. The room’s somber atmosphere fell on Rena like a wet thick blanket, one that she couldn’t remove or get away from.
The doors to the waiting area flew open as Captain Danny Ross and Detective Alexandra Eames burst through. Eames darted straight to Rena. The detective part of Eames’s brain automatically began to take notes. She notices that Rena had a green cocktail dress on, now covered in blood and damp from the rain. Rena’s hair was do up in a bun, yet several strands had escapes and were tucked behind her ears. Rena’s makeup was smeared from crying.
“Alex” one word expressing so much, without having to saying it all.
Eames didn’t hesitate to go straight to Rena, putting an arm around her shoulder. Tears flowed from Rena’s eyes as she started to shake. “SShhh. Take it easy.”
Words began to rush out of Rena, “We were just suppose to have a nice dinner out. Just the two of us. Just an evening out.”
Gently Eames prompted Rena to continued, “What happened?”
Tears flowed, “Bobby dropped me off. He didn’t want me to walk with the rain and cooler weather. After he let me out at the restaurant, he went to park the car.” She paused briefly to catch her breath, “I saw him across the street walking down towards the restaurant. He stopped for traffic. . . . and. . . . .”
Ross sat down next to Rena and awkwardly patted her arm, “Take it easy, just tell us what you saw.”
Tears flowed down Rena’s face. Her hands shook; she started to cover her face until she noticed some of Bobby’s blood still on her hands. Crying harder, she tried to control her shaking. Eames reached over pulled Rena’s hands down and held them. That contact seemed to steady Rena enough for her to continue, “A freight truck drove past, so I didn’t see Bobby. When the truck was gone, Bobby just stood there. I kept expecting him to start across the street.” Rena closed her eyes briefly, “I saw him standing there, holding his side.”
Eames tilted her head slightly, “Is that when you saw he was shot?” she said encouragingly.
Rena nodded, “I saw what seemed like a large stain spreading across his shirt. That’s when I ran across the street to him,” she took the tissue that Ross handed her and wiped her eyes, “He fell to the ground before I could reach him. When I reached him I knew someone shot him.”
Ross’s face turned grim. Eames’s lips pressed together to form a thin line, her eyebrows pulled together. Eames stole a quick glance at Ross, then turned to Rena, “Come on Rena, let’s you get cleaned up and out of this dress.”
Eames escorted Rena down the hall. After Eames asked the nurse a couple of questions, she took Rena to the employee showers. Eames left Rena with a set of spare nurse’s scrubs, and promised to meet her back in the waiting room.
Rena turned the shower on, and looked in the mirror. Grief and fear came crashing over her all at once, weeping she fell down to her knees. She only whispered “Bobby,” as both a prayer and foundation of hope.
Eames returned to the waiting room, rejoining Ross. Ross waved her over to him, “The hospital just gave me Goren’s personal belongings that he had on him.” He showed her the box that had just been handed to him.
Eames looked in the box. Ross pulled out Goren’s service weapon, and removed the clip, “I’ll take this back to the office.” Picking up a black box, Ross looked up at Eames, holding the box up. “Is this what I think it is, Eames?”
Eames took the box, “Damn, Bobby.” Shaking her head, and trying hard not to shed any tears, “I knew he was thinking about. Damn, what timing.”
Ross sighed heavily. “Eames, hold on to that. Don’t tell Ms Reynolds about it yet. Let’s give Mr. Goren the chance to ask her on his own time.”
Eames shot Ross a sharp look, “And if . . .”
Ross’s gazed hardened, “He’ll pull through. He’s a tough bastard. He’ll make it.”
Rena entered the room then wearing blue scrubs and her hair still dripping wet. She didn’t notice Eames put the box in her jacket pocket. Eames went straight to Rena giving her a quick hug. Rena’s face still was red from crying, but she seemed a bit more under control.
Ross reached out and grabbed Rena’s hand, “Ms Reynolds, know that the entire Major Case Squad is here for you.”
Just then, Detective Mike Logan strolled into the waiting room. He hadn’t bothered putting his tie back on, and his brown hair was disheveled. Concern filled his eyes, and his gaze went straight to Eames and Ross. Ross acknowledged Logan’s presence, and introduced him to Rena, “Ms Reynolds, this is Detective Mike Logan, another detective in the Major Case Squad. I’ve assigned him to work with Detective Eames to find Goren’s shooter.”
Rena turned and tried to smile and Logan, but tears streaked down her face. “Bobby has mentioned you a couple of times.”
Logan snickered, “I bet he has.”
Just then, a doctor walked in and interrupted them. “Ms Reynolds?”
Rena stepped forward, with Ross, Eames and Logan standing behind her, silently supporting and bracing her. “Yes. I’m Ms Reynolds.”
Extending his hand, “I’m Doctor Thomas Markham. We’ve just moved Mr. Goren into recovery. He suffered quite a bit of internal bleeding, and we will be keeping him sedated for the next few days, to allow his body time to heal. The bullet fragmented upon impact, which is why his was in surgery for so long.”
Rena gripped Eames’s hand, “But he’ll be alright?”
Dr Markham’s eyes dropped slightly, “I don’t want to give you any false promises. If we got all the shrapnel, and he can remain stable over the next few days, then he should pull thru.”
Ross stepped forward and introduced himself, “We’ll need the fragments you recovered for our investigation.” The doctor nodded his head in acknowledgement.
Rena turned back to the doctor, “When can I see him?”
Dr Markham checked his watch, “Mr. Goren should be moved from recovery in a couple of hours. You will be allowed to see him then.” Rena shook her head in understanding. The doctor then shook hands with Ross and Logan and left the room.
Eames supported Rena, guiding her to the room’s couch. “He’s going to be ok, Rena. He’s going to make.”
Rena closed her eyes and tilted her head back, “I know, Alex. It’s just. . .”
Eames held her hand, “I understand. Where’s Jason?”
“He’s spending time with his grandparent’s in Arkansas and Tennessee. Bobby and I were going to go down to my mother’s in Tennessee in a couple of weeks. You know, introduce Bobby to the family.”
Ross grinned slightly, “So that’s why he submitted that vacation request earlier today.”
Rena smiled, “Do you know how long he’s been putting off doing that? He’s nervous about meeting my mother.”
Logan smirked, “I can’t imagine Goren being nervous about anything.”
Eames tried to hide a smile, and turned to Rena, “I’ll check in with you to see how he’s doing later, ok?”
“Alright.” Pausing, she raised her eyes up to Eames, “Alex, find who did this.”
Eames’s jaw tightened, “We’ll find out who did this. I promise you that.”
QUOTE (TennesseeCIFan @ Nov 6 2007, 09:23 PM) 
Friday Morning, 6 am, Goren-Reynolds Residence
Goren stepped out of the shower and wrapped the towel around him. As he stepped into the bedroom, he noticed that his girlfriend, Rena, had laid out a suit and shirt for him. Smiling, Goren began to get ready for the day.
Goren walked into the kitchen still adjusting his tie. Coffee was already brewed, and his favorite mug sitting on the counter ready to go. Goren poured his coffee, and sat at the table, picking up the morning edition of the Ledger. Glancing at the headlines, he sat the paper to the side. Rena, his live in girlfriend, handed him a muffin. His smile became wider. He loved these homely little touches.
Rena drank on her orange juice, and checked her watch. "About ready to go?"
Goren nodded. "Let me get my holster and weapon and we can head out."
Rena rinsed her glass out in the sink. She picked up her briefcase, and picked up and garment bag from the back of the kitchen door. "I'll meet you in the car."
Goren finished eating the muffin, and headed to the bedroom. Opening the closet door, he typed in the code for the gun safe, and waited for the safe door to open. He holstered his weapon, and then reached back into the safe, and pulled out a black box. Whistling happily, he put the box in his pocket and headed out to the car and the day ahead of him.
Friday Night, 8 pm, Outside Il Mulino Restaurant
Darkness blanketed the sky, yet in New York, true darkness rarely fell. The lights from business, cars and street lamps keep the eternal darkness at bay. The cool wind blew around the buildings and cars, reminding New Yorkers that winter's approach was not far away. Water stood on the streets, reflecting the light of the city back out to those who walked along the sidewalks.
A light misty rain continued, clinging to everything. As Goren drove them to the restaurant, he quickly changed plans. Turning his head slightly to Rena, "I'm going to let you out in front of the restaurant."
Rena nodded, "Alright. What time is our reservation again?"
Goren slowed to a stop in front of the restaurant's door, "8:30, but we may not get seated until later."
"That's alright; I still get to spend the evening with you. And we don't get many of those do we?"
Goren kissed her cheek, "See you in ten minutes." Once Rena stepped out of the SUV and closed the door, he drove off to park. Before getting out of the car, he reached into the glove compartment and pull out the black box he had put there this morning before arriving at work. He slid the box into his jacket pocket, patting it slightly for security. He locked the door and walked down the street back to the restaurant.
Rena stood by the door under the awning, and waited for Bobby. Despite the chilly weather, she was anticipating a wonderful evening with him, provided his cell phone didn't ring. She fidgeted slightly waiting for Bobby to return from parking the car. Finally, she saw him across the street walking towards her. He stopped almost directly across from the restaurant, and waiting for traffic to clear before crossing the street.
A large freight truck drove past Rena, blocking her view of Bobby for just a few seconds. When the truck had passed, others around Bobby kept moving, yet he just remained where he was. Time seemed to slow, as Rena squint to see what kept Bobby where he was.
It took Rena only seconds to realize something was horribly wrong. Bobby's hand covered his abdomen as a dark stain seemed to seep out and around. Rena ran towards him ignoring the cars on the street and the car horns and yells that followed her. Before she could reach him, Bobby fell to his knees on the wet sidewalk.
Tears filled Rena's eyes as she reached him. Seeing the wound in his side horrified her. Screaming, "Someone call an ambulance! He's been shot!"
Bobby tried to speak, but Rena shushed him. "Don't talk. Hang in there Bobby, you're going to be alright. You just hang in there ok?" Rena tore her wrap off her shoulders and began to press the wound, trying to stop the loss blood. "Bobby, hang in there. Help is on the way." Tears filled her voice, "Somebody please call 911! Bobby? Bobby!"
You make me cry! Impressive! K
Goren stepped out of the shower and wrapped the towel around him. As he stepped into the bedroom, he noticed that his girlfriend, Rena, had laid out a suit and shirt for him. Smiling, Goren began to get ready for the day.
Goren walked into the kitchen still adjusting his tie. Coffee was already brewed, and his favorite mug sitting on the counter ready to go. Goren poured his coffee, and sat at the table, picking up the morning edition of the Ledger. Glancing at the headlines, he sat the paper to the side. Rena, his live in girlfriend, handed him a muffin. His smile became wider. He loved these homely little touches.
Rena drank on her orange juice, and checked her watch. "About ready to go?"
Goren nodded. "Let me get my holster and weapon and we can head out."
Rena rinsed her glass out in the sink. She picked up her briefcase, and picked up and garment bag from the back of the kitchen door. "I'll meet you in the car."
Goren finished eating the muffin, and headed to the bedroom. Opening the closet door, he typed in the code for the gun safe, and waited for the safe door to open. He holstered his weapon, and then reached back into the safe, and pulled out a black box. Whistling happily, he put the box in his pocket and headed out to the car and the day ahead of him.
Friday Night, 8 pm, Outside Il Mulino Restaurant
Darkness blanketed the sky, yet in New York, true darkness rarely fell. The lights from business, cars and street lamps keep the eternal darkness at bay. The cool wind blew around the buildings and cars, reminding New Yorkers that winter's approach was not far away. Water stood on the streets, reflecting the light of the city back out to those who walked along the sidewalks.
A light misty rain continued, clinging to everything. As Goren drove them to the restaurant, he quickly changed plans. Turning his head slightly to Rena, "I'm going to let you out in front of the restaurant."
Rena nodded, "Alright. What time is our reservation again?"
Goren slowed to a stop in front of the restaurant's door, "8:30, but we may not get seated until later."
"That's alright; I still get to spend the evening with you. And we don't get many of those do we?"
Goren kissed her cheek, "See you in ten minutes." Once Rena stepped out of the SUV and closed the door, he drove off to park. Before getting out of the car, he reached into the glove compartment and pull out the black box he had put there this morning before arriving at work. He slid the box into his jacket pocket, patting it slightly for security. He locked the door and walked down the street back to the restaurant.
Rena stood by the door under the awning, and waited for Bobby. Despite the chilly weather, she was anticipating a wonderful evening with him, provided his cell phone didn't ring. She fidgeted slightly waiting for Bobby to return from parking the car. Finally, she saw him across the street walking towards her. He stopped almost directly across from the restaurant, and waiting for traffic to clear before crossing the street.
A large freight truck drove past Rena, blocking her view of Bobby for just a few seconds. When the truck had passed, others around Bobby kept moving, yet he just remained where he was. Time seemed to slow, as Rena squint to see what kept Bobby where he was.
It took Rena only seconds to realize something was horribly wrong. Bobby's hand covered his abdomen as a dark stain seemed to seep out and around. Rena ran towards him ignoring the cars on the street and the car horns and yells that followed her. Before she could reach him, Bobby fell to his knees on the wet sidewalk.
Tears filled Rena's eyes as she reached him. Seeing the wound in his side horrified her. Screaming, "Someone call an ambulance! He's been shot!"
Bobby tried to speak, but Rena shushed him. "Don't talk. Hang in there Bobby, you're going to be alright. You just hang in there ok?" Rena tore her wrap off her shoulders and began to press the wound, trying to stop the loss blood. "Bobby, hang in there. Help is on the way." Tears filled her voice, "Somebody please call 911! Bobby? Bobby!"
Ok, I haven't abandoned this story, I'm just trying to work out a pausible crime side of the story to fit what I want it to do! Hopefully with the long weekend, I'll be able to get some writing done and finish this one up!
QUOTE (TennesseeCIFan @ Nov 20 2007, 12:24 PM)
Ok, I haven't abandoned this story, I'm just trying to work out a pausible crime side of the story to fit what I want it to do! Hopefully with the long weekend, I'll be able to get some writing done and finish this one up!
the crime side is a harder part. I like to road map what I'm writing. I actually use A.Christie's method of "Who" "How" & "Why". I like to work in a red-herring, but I won't start writing until I know what happened, who-done-it, how-done-it, and why-done-it... and as Agatha Christie once had her favorite sluthe Miss Marple say, "I'm always amazed taht no matter how many ways there are to commit murder, the reason is almost always the same, money." She's a brit, and American mysteries have very different standards. we will accept someone bankrupting themselves for revenge. Killing someone because they scuffed your pumas is a completely reasonable explaination here. Funny to me. But it's just an observation.
Keep going and I know that you are building a relationship, but you have chosen to write in the murder mystery/crime genre, so please, respect the genre, and get the bad guy. Do you read a lot of mystery novels? not just the contemporary stuff, like Grafton, Higgins but the classics lik Christie, Doc Savage, the Shadow, Holmes, all that grand stuff. Mystery writing is very formulaic, I'm not saying it's uncreative, I just published my first novel, a murder mystery, but there is a formula to it. Try to structure your story. Figure out how you want the mystery and clues to present themselves to your sluthe, and readers, and your pacing will follow.
THEN, change the names of the characters, distance it from Law and Order and call yourself an author adn publish YOUR book! Go for it, you have good dialogue and that's the hard part!
Here's the next installment. . . . . .
Saturday Morning, Major Case Squad Room
Eames rubbed her eyes. Instead of going home last night, she returned to the squad room and began review files. She reached into one of the boxes stacked near her desk and began to read the file contents. She absently reached for the coffee cup on her desk, and raised it to take a drink. Making a face at its cold contents, she tossed the cup in the trash, her eyes never leaving the file in front of her.
Mike Logan strolled in the squad room, with a box in his left hand, and a cardboard tray holding two cups of coffee. Mike set the box down a desk, then handed Eames one of the cups of coffee. Eames glanced up and took the coffee, "Thanks."
Mike shrugged, "No problem." Peering at the stack of boxes surrounding her desk, "Have you gotten any sleep?"
Grimacing, Eames nodded, "I got a couple of hours upstairs. I just couldn't sleep."
Raising his eyebrows, Mike pulled a chair near Eames, "I understand. What are you looking at?"
Gesturing towards the boxes, "Goren and mine case files from Major Case. Trying to see if there is anyone who would want to kill Goren." Seeing Mike's expression, she amended her answer, "Ok, who would be most likely to be able to try to kill him."
Mike picked up a file, "Well let's get started."
Danny Ross strolled into the squad several hours later. He planned on clearing out some paper work before going and getting his boys. Upon seeing Eames and Logan reading files, he decided to go and get an update on Goren's shooting. Walking over to the two detectives, "Find anything Detectives?"
Startled, Eames looked up from the file she was reading, "We've reviewing Goren's old cases to see if there are any possible suspects."
Noticing the stacks of files and boxes surrounding them "Found anything?"
Logan snickered, "Yeah. A lot of people have a reason to be pissed off at Goren."
Eames threw down the file she was reading. "This is just Major Case; Narcotics is supposed to be sending up the cases he worked on while he was there."
Ross surveyed the boxes of files, "I'll bring Rich in to help you go over these files. Meanwhile, try to see if anyone saw who shot Goren. An eyewitness would be ideal."
Logan got up and stretched, "Yeah, we'll see what we can do."
As they walked to the elevators, Logan reviewed the file on the shooting, "So, who do we see first?"
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Saturday Afternoon, Outside the Williams Residence
Logan opened the door to the SUV open for Eames as they left the Williams townhouse. Eames smiled weakly as she climbed in the vehicle. Eames leaned her back against the seat's headrest, "Well, this is turning out nicely" she sarcastically told Logan as he climbed in the SUV.
"Yeah, five witnesses and the first four saw nothing" Logan replied as he started the car. Looking over at Eames, "You want me to drop you off at your place? I can interview this last witness on my own."
Eames shook her head. "I'll be alright."
"You're exhausted, you should get some sleep."
"No. I'll be fine."
Logan shrugged as he pulled out into traffic. "If you say so."
Pulling out the case file, Eames's focus returned to the case, "The last witness is a Ms. Martin. She lives on Soloman Avenue."
Logan nodded, "How long have you and Goren been partners?"
Pushing her hair back from her face, "Almost eight years now." Shaking her head slightly, "I've the one who is usually in the hospital."
Smirking a little, "Don't know how to react now that the tables have turned?"
Giving Logan a dirty look, "What do you mean by that?"
Logan smiled a little, "You don't know how to react to the fact that Goren is the one incapacitated."
Cocking her head to one side, Eames fell silent for a few minutes, "Perhaps you right. I've gotten use to working with Goren." Laughing, "And to think, eight years ago, I tried to get another partner."
Neither felt like talking much, so they continued the drive in silence. Yesterday's dreary, misty day vanished with the sunrise. Now the day seemed bright and chirper, yet the dark clouds in the horizon were not far away. Eames closed her eyes briefly, and prayed for those dark clouds to fade away.
Upon arriving at the Martin residence, Logan again inquired, "Are you sure you feel up for this?"
Nodding her head, "Yeah. I am."
The apartment of Mrs. Louise Martin was small, but well kept. Dark wallpaper covered the walls, with dark gold painted wood trim. A floral print couch set under a wide window, with two solid colored overstuffed armchairs bracketing it. On the window ledge, several green potted plants craned their stems to catch the fading autumn sunlight. A dark gray cat stalked the around the living room, rubbing up against the legs of the dark wood coffee table.
Logan shifted nervously on Mrs. Martin's couch, and tried to hide the grimace as her cat tried to rub up against him. Mrs. Martin returned into the room with a tea tray and set it on the coffee table, upon seeing her cat kneading Logan's leg, she waved her hand, "Shoo Gandalf. You leave this nice young man alone." The gray cat stretched, gave his owner an irritated glance, and jumped up into the window behind the couch.
Eames fought to keep a grin off her face. She couldn't decide which was more amusing, the cat's reaction to his owner, or Logan's reaction to the cat. Accepting the cup of tea offered by Mrs. Martin allowed her to cover up her smile.
Once seeing the two detectives served, Mrs. Martin sat in a blue overstuffed arm chair. Setting a small plate of cookies on the arm of the chair, she blew on her cup of tea. "Now how can I help you?"
Logan pounced at the chance to get the interview started, "We're following up on the shooting you witness last night."
Mrs. Martin shook her head sadly, setting the tea up on its saucer. "Terrible thing. He appeared to be a very nice young man. And that poor young girl, she was terribly upset, poor thing. Was that his wife?"
Eames earlier amusement evaporated quickly. Glancing down at the floor, "No. No yet."
"That poor thing. Is the young man going to be alright?"
Logan answered, but his eyes focused on Eames, not Mrs. Martin, "He has a good chance. We'll know more in a few days. Could you tell up what you saw?"
Mrs. Martin took another sip of tea, "Of course, Detective. Though, it may not be much."
Eames gently prodded the elderly woman, "Just tell us what you can."
Sitting up straighter in the chair, Mrs. Martin rubbed out an imaginary wrinkle in her skirt, "Very well. Years ago, when my husband still lived, he used to take out to a restaurant once or twice a month. He always wanted to try someplace new and different. Il Mulino's was one of his favorites, so every year on his birthday and on our anniversary, I meet my daughter and her husband there. Well, last night would have been our 58th anniversary, but this year my daughter and her husband came down with some nasty stomach flu." She paused momentary to sip some tea, "I decided to go alone. After all, I may be old, but I'm in good health and I've lived in New York for years. I was headed towards my car when I saw that young man who was shot. What was his name?"
Eames quietly responded, "Detective Robert Goren."
Mrs. Martin's eyebrows rose, "He was a police officer? Well, I'll be. Anyways, I saw him stop and watch traffic; I assumed he was going to cross the street over to the restaurant. Then this person, I could tell if it was a woman or a man, came right up to him. I never saw their face, since they were wearing one of those black hooded sweaters with pockets in the front. When they pulled their hands from the pockets, I saw the gun. That Detective, Goren did you say, never noticed him, until that person shot him."
Logan leaned forward, with his forearms pressing against the tops of his legs, "Did you see any marks or anything that could help identify the person who did this?"
Pressing her lips together, her brow wrinkling in concentration, "There was one thing. When the person wearing the black sweater, pulled that gun out, their sleeve was pushed up. It appeared as if he had a snake tattoo on his arm and wrist."
Eames glanced at Logan surprised, "Did you see their face at all?"
Shaking her head no, "I'm afraid not. I wish I could help."
Logan rose to leave, "Mrs. Martin, I believe you may have."
Mercy General Hospital, Saturday Evening
[size="3"]Eames weary stepped off the elevator and headed down the hall. Reaching Goren's room, she peered in. A small lamp was turned on, sitting on the table by the hospital bed. Goren laid on the bed, hooked up to IVs and oxygen tubes. While his breathing appeared regular, his skin was pale and sallow.
Rena sat curled up in a chair by the bed, her head resting against the bed rail. An extra hospital blanket was draped over her. Hearing the door open, she raised up, blinking her eyes rapidly, trying to see who entered the room. Upon seeing Eames, she stood up and walked over to her, rubbing sleep out of her eyes.
Eames spoke softly, "How's he doing?"
Taking a deep breath, Rena answered her, "Pretty much the same. The doctors want to wait another day or two before taking him off the sedatives."
Putting an arm around Rena, "Why don't you go home and get some sleep?"
Tears welled up in Rena's eyes, "I can't, Alex. If something were to happen . . ." She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. "Besides, the apartment just screams Bobby; I'm not ready to face that yet."
Eames nodded. She understood, unfortunately she understood all too well. Memories of when her husband died quickly flashed through her mind. She quickly shut off the flow of memoires. Moreover, knowing what Bobby had planned the previous evening, she hoped like hell he recovered from this. Taking another glance at Goren, she whispered, "Don't die on me, partner."
Eames spun around on her left heel, and embraced Rena, "Call me if you need anything, ok? And try to get some rest; you're not doing him any favors by not taking care of yourself."
Rena sighed, closed her eyes and nodded. "I'll try."
Saturday Morning, Major Case Squad Room
Eames rubbed her eyes. Instead of going home last night, she returned to the squad room and began review files. She reached into one of the boxes stacked near her desk and began to read the file contents. She absently reached for the coffee cup on her desk, and raised it to take a drink. Making a face at its cold contents, she tossed the cup in the trash, her eyes never leaving the file in front of her.
Mike Logan strolled in the squad room, with a box in his left hand, and a cardboard tray holding two cups of coffee. Mike set the box down a desk, then handed Eames one of the cups of coffee. Eames glanced up and took the coffee, "Thanks."
Mike shrugged, "No problem." Peering at the stack of boxes surrounding her desk, "Have you gotten any sleep?"
Grimacing, Eames nodded, "I got a couple of hours upstairs. I just couldn't sleep."
Raising his eyebrows, Mike pulled a chair near Eames, "I understand. What are you looking at?"
Gesturing towards the boxes, "Goren and mine case files from Major Case. Trying to see if there is anyone who would want to kill Goren." Seeing Mike's expression, she amended her answer, "Ok, who would be most likely to be able to try to kill him."
Mike picked up a file, "Well let's get started."
Danny Ross strolled into the squad several hours later. He planned on clearing out some paper work before going and getting his boys. Upon seeing Eames and Logan reading files, he decided to go and get an update on Goren's shooting. Walking over to the two detectives, "Find anything Detectives?"
Startled, Eames looked up from the file she was reading, "We've reviewing Goren's old cases to see if there are any possible suspects."
Noticing the stacks of files and boxes surrounding them "Found anything?"
Logan snickered, "Yeah. A lot of people have a reason to be pissed off at Goren."
Eames threw down the file she was reading. "This is just Major Case; Narcotics is supposed to be sending up the cases he worked on while he was there."
Ross surveyed the boxes of files, "I'll bring Rich in to help you go over these files. Meanwhile, try to see if anyone saw who shot Goren. An eyewitness would be ideal."
Logan got up and stretched, "Yeah, we'll see what we can do."
As they walked to the elevators, Logan reviewed the file on the shooting, "So, who do we see first?"
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Saturday Afternoon, Outside the Williams Residence
Logan opened the door to the SUV open for Eames as they left the Williams townhouse. Eames smiled weakly as she climbed in the vehicle. Eames leaned her back against the seat's headrest, "Well, this is turning out nicely" she sarcastically told Logan as he climbed in the SUV.
"Yeah, five witnesses and the first four saw nothing" Logan replied as he started the car. Looking over at Eames, "You want me to drop you off at your place? I can interview this last witness on my own."
Eames shook her head. "I'll be alright."
"You're exhausted, you should get some sleep."
"No. I'll be fine."
Logan shrugged as he pulled out into traffic. "If you say so."
Pulling out the case file, Eames's focus returned to the case, "The last witness is a Ms. Martin. She lives on Soloman Avenue."
Logan nodded, "How long have you and Goren been partners?"
Pushing her hair back from her face, "Almost eight years now." Shaking her head slightly, "I've the one who is usually in the hospital."
Smirking a little, "Don't know how to react now that the tables have turned?"
Giving Logan a dirty look, "What do you mean by that?"
Logan smiled a little, "You don't know how to react to the fact that Goren is the one incapacitated."
Cocking her head to one side, Eames fell silent for a few minutes, "Perhaps you right. I've gotten use to working with Goren." Laughing, "And to think, eight years ago, I tried to get another partner."
Neither felt like talking much, so they continued the drive in silence. Yesterday's dreary, misty day vanished with the sunrise. Now the day seemed bright and chirper, yet the dark clouds in the horizon were not far away. Eames closed her eyes briefly, and prayed for those dark clouds to fade away.
Upon arriving at the Martin residence, Logan again inquired, "Are you sure you feel up for this?"
Nodding her head, "Yeah. I am."
The apartment of Mrs. Louise Martin was small, but well kept. Dark wallpaper covered the walls, with dark gold painted wood trim. A floral print couch set under a wide window, with two solid colored overstuffed armchairs bracketing it. On the window ledge, several green potted plants craned their stems to catch the fading autumn sunlight. A dark gray cat stalked the around the living room, rubbing up against the legs of the dark wood coffee table.
Logan shifted nervously on Mrs. Martin's couch, and tried to hide the grimace as her cat tried to rub up against him. Mrs. Martin returned into the room with a tea tray and set it on the coffee table, upon seeing her cat kneading Logan's leg, she waved her hand, "Shoo Gandalf. You leave this nice young man alone." The gray cat stretched, gave his owner an irritated glance, and jumped up into the window behind the couch.
Eames fought to keep a grin off her face. She couldn't decide which was more amusing, the cat's reaction to his owner, or Logan's reaction to the cat. Accepting the cup of tea offered by Mrs. Martin allowed her to cover up her smile.
Once seeing the two detectives served, Mrs. Martin sat in a blue overstuffed arm chair. Setting a small plate of cookies on the arm of the chair, she blew on her cup of tea. "Now how can I help you?"
Logan pounced at the chance to get the interview started, "We're following up on the shooting you witness last night."
Mrs. Martin shook her head sadly, setting the tea up on its saucer. "Terrible thing. He appeared to be a very nice young man. And that poor young girl, she was terribly upset, poor thing. Was that his wife?"
Eames earlier amusement evaporated quickly. Glancing down at the floor, "No. No yet."
"That poor thing. Is the young man going to be alright?"
Logan answered, but his eyes focused on Eames, not Mrs. Martin, "He has a good chance. We'll know more in a few days. Could you tell up what you saw?"
Mrs. Martin took another sip of tea, "Of course, Detective. Though, it may not be much."
Eames gently prodded the elderly woman, "Just tell us what you can."
Sitting up straighter in the chair, Mrs. Martin rubbed out an imaginary wrinkle in her skirt, "Very well. Years ago, when my husband still lived, he used to take out to a restaurant once or twice a month. He always wanted to try someplace new and different. Il Mulino's was one of his favorites, so every year on his birthday and on our anniversary, I meet my daughter and her husband there. Well, last night would have been our 58th anniversary, but this year my daughter and her husband came down with some nasty stomach flu." She paused momentary to sip some tea, "I decided to go alone. After all, I may be old, but I'm in good health and I've lived in New York for years. I was headed towards my car when I saw that young man who was shot. What was his name?"
Eames quietly responded, "Detective Robert Goren."
Mrs. Martin's eyebrows rose, "He was a police officer? Well, I'll be. Anyways, I saw him stop and watch traffic; I assumed he was going to cross the street over to the restaurant. Then this person, I could tell if it was a woman or a man, came right up to him. I never saw their face, since they were wearing one of those black hooded sweaters with pockets in the front. When they pulled their hands from the pockets, I saw the gun. That Detective, Goren did you say, never noticed him, until that person shot him."
Logan leaned forward, with his forearms pressing against the tops of his legs, "Did you see any marks or anything that could help identify the person who did this?"
Pressing her lips together, her brow wrinkling in concentration, "There was one thing. When the person wearing the black sweater, pulled that gun out, their sleeve was pushed up. It appeared as if he had a snake tattoo on his arm and wrist."
Eames glanced at Logan surprised, "Did you see their face at all?"
Shaking her head no, "I'm afraid not. I wish I could help."
Logan rose to leave, "Mrs. Martin, I believe you may have."
Mercy General Hospital, Saturday Evening
[size="3"]Eames weary stepped off the elevator and headed down the hall. Reaching Goren's room, she peered in. A small lamp was turned on, sitting on the table by the hospital bed. Goren laid on the bed, hooked up to IVs and oxygen tubes. While his breathing appeared regular, his skin was pale and sallow.
Rena sat curled up in a chair by the bed, her head resting against the bed rail. An extra hospital blanket was draped over her. Hearing the door open, she raised up, blinking her eyes rapidly, trying to see who entered the room. Upon seeing Eames, she stood up and walked over to her, rubbing sleep out of her eyes.
Eames spoke softly, "How's he doing?"
Taking a deep breath, Rena answered her, "Pretty much the same. The doctors want to wait another day or two before taking him off the sedatives."
Putting an arm around Rena, "Why don't you go home and get some sleep?"
Tears welled up in Rena's eyes, "I can't, Alex. If something were to happen . . ." She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. "Besides, the apartment just screams Bobby; I'm not ready to face that yet."
Eames nodded. She understood, unfortunately she understood all too well. Memories of when her husband died quickly flashed through her mind. She quickly shut off the flow of memoires. Moreover, knowing what Bobby had planned the previous evening, she hoped like hell he recovered from this. Taking another glance at Goren, she whispered, "Don't die on me, partner."
Eames spun around on her left heel, and embraced Rena, "Call me if you need anything, ok? And try to get some rest; you're not doing him any favors by not taking care of yourself."
Rena sighed, closed her eyes and nodded. "I'll try."
QUOTE (TennesseeCIFan @ Dec 4 2007, 08:08 PM)
Here's the next installment. . . . . .
Saturday Morning, Major Case Squad Room
Eames rubbed her eyes. Instead of going home last night, she returned to the squad room and began review files. She reached into one of the boxes stacked near her desk and began to read the file contents. She absently reached for the coffee cup on her desk, and raised it to take a drink. Making a face at its cold contents, she tossed the cup in the trash, her eyes never leaving the file in front of her.
Mike Logan strolled in the squad room, with a box in his left hand, and a cardboard tray holding two cups of coffee. Mike set the box down a desk, then handed Eames one of the cups of coffee. Eames glanced up and took the coffee, "Thanks."
Mike shrugged, "No problem." Peering at the stack of boxes surrounding her desk, "Have you gotten any sleep?"
Grimacing, Eames nodded, "I got a couple of hours upstairs. I just couldn't sleep."
Raising his eyebrows, Mike pulled a chair near Eames, "I understand. What are you looking at?"
Gesturing towards the boxes, "Goren and mine case files from Major Case. Trying to see if there is anyone who would want to kill Goren." Seeing Mike's expression, she amended her answer, "Ok, who would be most likely to be able to try to kill him."
Mike picked up a file, "Well let's get started."
Danny Ross strolled into the squad several hours later. He planned on clearing out some paper work before going and getting his boys. Upon seeing Eames and Logan reading files, he decided to go and get an update on Goren's shooting. Walking over to the two detectives, "Find anything Detectives?"
Startled, Eames looked up from the file she was reading, "We've reviewing Goren's old cases to see if there are any possible suspects."
Noticing the stacks of files and boxes surrounding them "Found anything?"
Logan snickered, "Yeah. A lot of people have a reason to be pissed off at Goren."
Eames threw down the file she was reading. "This is just Major Case; Narcotics is supposed to be sending up the cases he worked on while he was there."
Ross surveyed the boxes of files, "I'll bring Rich in to help you go over these files. Meanwhile, try to see if anyone saw who shot Goren. An eyewitness would be ideal."
Logan got up and stretched, "Yeah, we'll see what we can do."
As they walked to the elevators, Logan reviewed the file on the shooting, "So, who do we see first?"
Saturday Afternoon, Outside the Williams Residence
Logan opened the door to the SUV open for Eames as they left the Williams townhouse. Eames smiled weakly as she climbed in the vehicle. Eames leaned her back against the seat's headrest, "Well, this is turning out nicely" she sarcastically told Logan as he climbed in the SUV.
"Yeah, five witnesses and the first four saw nothing" Logan replied as he started the car. Looking over at Eames, "You want me to drop you off at your place? I can interview this last witness on my own."
Eames shook her head. "I'll be alright."
"You're exhausted, you should get some sleep."
"No. I'll be fine."
Logan shrugged as he pulled out into traffic. "If you say so."
Pulling out the case file, Eames's focus returned to the case, "The last witness is a Ms. Martin. She lives on Soloman Avenue."
Logan nodded, "How long have you and Goren been partners?"
Pushing her hair back from her face, "Almost eight years now." Shaking her head slightly, "I've the one who is usually in the hospital."
Smirking a little, "Don't know how to react now that the tables have turned?"
Giving Logan a dirty look, "What do you mean by that?"
Logan smiled a little, "You don't know how to react to the fact that Goren is the one incapacitated."
Cocking her head to one side, Eames fell silent for a few minutes, "Perhaps you right. I've gotten use to working with Goren." Laughing, "And to think, eight years ago, I tried to get another partner."
Neither felt like talking much, so they continued the drive in silence. Yesterday's dreary, misty day vanished with the sunrise. Now the day seemed bright and chirper, yet the dark clouds in the horizon were not far away. Eames closed her eyes briefly, and prayed for those dark clouds to fade away.
Upon arriving at the Martin residence, Logan again inquired, "Are you sure you feel up for this?"
Nodding her head, "Yeah. I am."
The apartment of Mrs. Louise Martin was small, but well kept. Dark wallpaper covered the walls, with dark gold painted wood trim. A floral print couch set under a wide window, with two solid colored overstuffed armchairs bracketing it. On the window ledge, several green potted plants craned their stems to catch the fading autumn sunlight. A dark gray cat stalked the around the living room, rubbing up against the legs of the dark wood coffee table.
Logan shifted nervously on Mrs. Martin's couch, and tried to hide the grimace as her cat tried to rub up against him. Mrs. Martin returned into the room with a tea tray and set it on the coffee table, upon seeing her cat kneading Logan's leg, she waved her hand, "Shoo Gandalf. You leave this nice young man alone." The gray cat stretched, gave his owner an irritated glance, and jumped up into the window behind the couch.
Eames fought to keep a grin off her face. She couldn't decide which was more amusing, the cat's reaction to his owner, or Logan's reaction to the cat. Accepting the cup of tea offered by Mrs. Martin allowed her to cover up her smile.
Once seeing the two detectives served, Mrs. Martin sat in a blue overstuffed arm chair. Setting a small plate of cookies on the arm of the chair, she blew on her cup of tea. "Now how can I help you?"
Logan pounced at the chance to get the interview started, "We're following up on the shooting you witness last night."
Mrs. Martin shook her head sadly, setting the tea up on its saucer. "Terrible thing. He appeared to be a very nice young man. And that poor young girl, she was terribly upset, poor thing. Was that his wife?"
Eames earlier amusement evaporated quickly. Glancing down at the floor, "No. No yet."
"That poor thing. Is the young man going to be alright?"
Logan answered, but his eyes focused on Eames, not Mrs. Martin, "He has a good chance. We'll know more in a few days. Could you tell up what you saw?"
Mrs. Martin took another sip of tea, "Of course, Detective. Though, it may not be much."
Eames gently prodded the elderly woman, "Just tell us what you can."
Sitting up straighter in the chair, Mrs. Martin rubbed out an imaginary wrinkle in her skirt, "Very well. Years ago, when my husband still lived, he used to take out to a restaurant once or twice a month. He always wanted to try someplace new and different. Il Mulino's was one of his favorites, so every year on his birthday and on our anniversary, I meet my daughter and her husband there. Well, last night would have been our 58th anniversary, but this year my daughter and her husband came down with some nasty stomach flu." She paused momentary to sip some tea, "I decided to go alone. After all, I may be old, but I'm in good health and I've lived in New York for years. I was headed towards my car when I saw that young man who was shot. What was his name?"
Eames quietly responded, "Detective Robert Goren."
Mrs. Martin's eyebrows rose, "He was a police officer? Well, I'll be. Anyways, I saw him stop and watch traffic; I assumed he was going to cross the street over to the restaurant. Then this person, I could tell if it was a woman or a man, came right up to him. I never saw their face, since they were wearing one of those black hooded sweaters with pockets in the front. When they pulled their hands from the pockets, I saw the gun. That Detective, Goren did you say, never noticed him, until that person shot him."
Logan leaned forward, with his forearms pressing against the tops of his legs, "Did you see any marks or anything that could help identify the person who did this?"
Pressing her lips together, her brow wrinkling in concentration, "There was one thing. When the person wearing the black sweater, pulled that gun out, their sleeve was pushed up. It appeared as if he had a snake tattoo on his arm and wrist."
Eames glanced at Logan surprised, "Did you see their face at all?"
Shaking her head no, "I'm afraid not. I wish I could help."
Logan rose to leave, "Mrs. Martin, I believe you may have."
Mercy General Hospital, Saturday Evening
Eames weary stepped off the elevator and headed down the hall. Reaching Goren's room, she peered in. A small lamp was turned on, sitting on the table by the hospital bed. Goren laid on the bed, hooked up to IVs and oxygen tubes. While his breathing appeared regular, his skin was pale and sallow.
Rena sat curled up in a chair by the bed, her head resting against the bed rail. An extra hospital blanket was draped over her. Hearing the door open, she raised up, blinking her eyes rapidly, trying to see who entered the room. Upon seeing Eames, she stood up and walked over to her, rubbing sleep out of her eyes.
Eames spoke softly, "How's he doing?"
Taking a deep breath, Rena answered her, "Pretty much the same. The doctors want to wait another day or two before taking him off the sedatives."
Putting an arm around Rena, "Why don't you go home and get some sleep?"
Tears welled up in Rena's eyes, "I can't, Alex. If something were to happen . . ." She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. "Besides, the apartment just screams Bobby; I'm not ready to face that yet."
Eames nodded. She understood, unfortunately she understood all too well. Moreover, knowing what Bobby had planned the previous evening, she hoped like hell he recovered from this. Taking another glance at Goren, she whispered, "Don't die on me, partner."
Eames spun around on her left heel, and embraced Rena, "Call me if you need anything, ok? And try to get some rest; you're not doing him any favors by not taking care of yourself."
Rena sighed, closed her eyes and nodded. "I'll try."
Saturday Morning, Major Case Squad Room
Eames rubbed her eyes. Instead of going home last night, she returned to the squad room and began review files. She reached into one of the boxes stacked near her desk and began to read the file contents. She absently reached for the coffee cup on her desk, and raised it to take a drink. Making a face at its cold contents, she tossed the cup in the trash, her eyes never leaving the file in front of her.
Mike Logan strolled in the squad room, with a box in his left hand, and a cardboard tray holding two cups of coffee. Mike set the box down a desk, then handed Eames one of the cups of coffee. Eames glanced up and took the coffee, "Thanks."
Mike shrugged, "No problem." Peering at the stack of boxes surrounding her desk, "Have you gotten any sleep?"
Grimacing, Eames nodded, "I got a couple of hours upstairs. I just couldn't sleep."
Raising his eyebrows, Mike pulled a chair near Eames, "I understand. What are you looking at?"
Gesturing towards the boxes, "Goren and mine case files from Major Case. Trying to see if there is anyone who would want to kill Goren." Seeing Mike's expression, she amended her answer, "Ok, who would be most likely to be able to try to kill him."
Mike picked up a file, "Well let's get started."
Danny Ross strolled into the squad several hours later. He planned on clearing out some paper work before going and getting his boys. Upon seeing Eames and Logan reading files, he decided to go and get an update on Goren's shooting. Walking over to the two detectives, "Find anything Detectives?"
Startled, Eames looked up from the file she was reading, "We've reviewing Goren's old cases to see if there are any possible suspects."
Noticing the stacks of files and boxes surrounding them "Found anything?"
Logan snickered, "Yeah. A lot of people have a reason to be pissed off at Goren."
Eames threw down the file she was reading. "This is just Major Case; Narcotics is supposed to be sending up the cases he worked on while he was there."
Ross surveyed the boxes of files, "I'll bring Rich in to help you go over these files. Meanwhile, try to see if anyone saw who shot Goren. An eyewitness would be ideal."
Logan got up and stretched, "Yeah, we'll see what we can do."
As they walked to the elevators, Logan reviewed the file on the shooting, "So, who do we see first?"
Saturday Afternoon, Outside the Williams Residence
Logan opened the door to the SUV open for Eames as they left the Williams townhouse. Eames smiled weakly as she climbed in the vehicle. Eames leaned her back against the seat's headrest, "Well, this is turning out nicely" she sarcastically told Logan as he climbed in the SUV.
"Yeah, five witnesses and the first four saw nothing" Logan replied as he started the car. Looking over at Eames, "You want me to drop you off at your place? I can interview this last witness on my own."
Eames shook her head. "I'll be alright."
"You're exhausted, you should get some sleep."
"No. I'll be fine."
Logan shrugged as he pulled out into traffic. "If you say so."
Pulling out the case file, Eames's focus returned to the case, "The last witness is a Ms. Martin. She lives on Soloman Avenue."
Logan nodded, "How long have you and Goren been partners?"
Pushing her hair back from her face, "Almost eight years now." Shaking her head slightly, "I've the one who is usually in the hospital."
Smirking a little, "Don't know how to react now that the tables have turned?"
Giving Logan a dirty look, "What do you mean by that?"
Logan smiled a little, "You don't know how to react to the fact that Goren is the one incapacitated."
Cocking her head to one side, Eames fell silent for a few minutes, "Perhaps you right. I've gotten use to working with Goren." Laughing, "And to think, eight years ago, I tried to get another partner."
Neither felt like talking much, so they continued the drive in silence. Yesterday's dreary, misty day vanished with the sunrise. Now the day seemed bright and chirper, yet the dark clouds in the horizon were not far away. Eames closed her eyes briefly, and prayed for those dark clouds to fade away.
Upon arriving at the Martin residence, Logan again inquired, "Are you sure you feel up for this?"
Nodding her head, "Yeah. I am."
The apartment of Mrs. Louise Martin was small, but well kept. Dark wallpaper covered the walls, with dark gold painted wood trim. A floral print couch set under a wide window, with two solid colored overstuffed armchairs bracketing it. On the window ledge, several green potted plants craned their stems to catch the fading autumn sunlight. A dark gray cat stalked the around the living room, rubbing up against the legs of the dark wood coffee table.
Logan shifted nervously on Mrs. Martin's couch, and tried to hide the grimace as her cat tried to rub up against him. Mrs. Martin returned into the room with a tea tray and set it on the coffee table, upon seeing her cat kneading Logan's leg, she waved her hand, "Shoo Gandalf. You leave this nice young man alone." The gray cat stretched, gave his owner an irritated glance, and jumped up into the window behind the couch.
Eames fought to keep a grin off her face. She couldn't decide which was more amusing, the cat's reaction to his owner, or Logan's reaction to the cat. Accepting the cup of tea offered by Mrs. Martin allowed her to cover up her smile.
Once seeing the two detectives served, Mrs. Martin sat in a blue overstuffed arm chair. Setting a small plate of cookies on the arm of the chair, she blew on her cup of tea. "Now how can I help you?"
Logan pounced at the chance to get the interview started, "We're following up on the shooting you witness last night."
Mrs. Martin shook her head sadly, setting the tea up on its saucer. "Terrible thing. He appeared to be a very nice young man. And that poor young girl, she was terribly upset, poor thing. Was that his wife?"
Eames earlier amusement evaporated quickly. Glancing down at the floor, "No. No yet."
"That poor thing. Is the young man going to be alright?"
Logan answered, but his eyes focused on Eames, not Mrs. Martin, "He has a good chance. We'll know more in a few days. Could you tell up what you saw?"
Mrs. Martin took another sip of tea, "Of course, Detective. Though, it may not be much."
Eames gently prodded the elderly woman, "Just tell us what you can."
Sitting up straighter in the chair, Mrs. Martin rubbed out an imaginary wrinkle in her skirt, "Very well. Years ago, when my husband still lived, he used to take out to a restaurant once or twice a month. He always wanted to try someplace new and different. Il Mulino's was one of his favorites, so every year on his birthday and on our anniversary, I meet my daughter and her husband there. Well, last night would have been our 58th anniversary, but this year my daughter and her husband came down with some nasty stomach flu." She paused momentary to sip some tea, "I decided to go alone. After all, I may be old, but I'm in good health and I've lived in New York for years. I was headed towards my car when I saw that young man who was shot. What was his name?"
Eames quietly responded, "Detective Robert Goren."
Mrs. Martin's eyebrows rose, "He was a police officer? Well, I'll be. Anyways, I saw him stop and watch traffic; I assumed he was going to cross the street over to the restaurant. Then this person, I could tell if it was a woman or a man, came right up to him. I never saw their face, since they were wearing one of those black hooded sweaters with pockets in the front. When they pulled their hands from the pockets, I saw the gun. That Detective, Goren did you say, never noticed him, until that person shot him."
Logan leaned forward, with his forearms pressing against the tops of his legs, "Did you see any marks or anything that could help identify the person who did this?"
Pressing her lips together, her brow wrinkling in concentration, "There was one thing. When the person wearing the black sweater, pulled that gun out, their sleeve was pushed up. It appeared as if he had a snake tattoo on his arm and wrist."
Eames glanced at Logan surprised, "Did you see their face at all?"
Shaking her head no, "I'm afraid not. I wish I could help."
Logan rose to leave, "Mrs. Martin, I believe you may have."
Mercy General Hospital, Saturday Evening
Eames weary stepped off the elevator and headed down the hall. Reaching Goren's room, she peered in. A small lamp was turned on, sitting on the table by the hospital bed. Goren laid on the bed, hooked up to IVs and oxygen tubes. While his breathing appeared regular, his skin was pale and sallow.
Rena sat curled up in a chair by the bed, her head resting against the bed rail. An extra hospital blanket was draped over her. Hearing the door open, she raised up, blinking her eyes rapidly, trying to see who entered the room. Upon seeing Eames, she stood up and walked over to her, rubbing sleep out of her eyes.
Eames spoke softly, "How's he doing?"
Taking a deep breath, Rena answered her, "Pretty much the same. The doctors want to wait another day or two before taking him off the sedatives."
Putting an arm around Rena, "Why don't you go home and get some sleep?"
Tears welled up in Rena's eyes, "I can't, Alex. If something were to happen . . ." She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. "Besides, the apartment just screams Bobby; I'm not ready to face that yet."
Eames nodded. She understood, unfortunately she understood all too well. Moreover, knowing what Bobby had planned the previous evening, she hoped like hell he recovered from this. Taking another glance at Goren, she whispered, "Don't die on me, partner."
Eames spun around on her left heel, and embraced Rena, "Call me if you need anything, ok? And try to get some rest; you're not doing him any favors by not taking care of yourself."
Rena sighed, closed her eyes and nodded. "I'll try."
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Major Case Squad Room, Monday morning
Eames set the drink tray on Logan's desk, and handed him one coffee cups. Nodded his head in acceptance, he continued his phone conversation. While he talked on the phone, he handed Eames a file, and mouthed 'read it'. Eames opened the file and began to read. Her brow furrowed in concentration.
Logan hung up the phone. Pointing to the file in Eames's hand, "See anything interesting about the perp's description."
Eames read the file and smiled, "He has a reptilian style dragon tattooed on his right wrist and arm." She reviewed the attached photo, "This tattoo could easily be taken as a snake."
Logan grinned, "And guess who help put Mr. Todd Greene in jail for drug trafficking?"
Eames cocked her head to the side, with a sarcastic smile on her face, "Goren. Before he came to Major Case he worked Narcotics."
Logan rose up from his desk, and grabbed his coat. "Ready to visit Mr. Greene?"
Before they could leave the squad room, Ross opened his office door. "Logan, Eames step in here please."
Grimacing, Logan followed Eames into Ross's office. Ross gestured for them to take a seat, and then sat behind his desk. "I just got off the phone with the Chief of Ds." Ross suddenly focused on the phone on his desk, and through gritted teeth, "He's pulling Major Case off the Goren's shooting."
Flames danced in Eames's eyes, while Logan shot up knocking his chair back against the glass. For a moment, the office was still, then hell broke loss as both detectives started yelling at Ross.
Eames didn't bother hiding her anger, "What the hell is this about Captain? Goren busts his ass, and his life, for the NYPD and this squad. Who is supposed to take over this investigation?"
Ross's lips pressed together in displeasure, "The Chief ordered us to give the case to the 2-9."
Logan put his hands on Ross's desk, and leaned toward Ross, "And just what incredibly brilliant reasoning was given for this? Considering that this is a NYPD Detective that has been shot, and those cases fall under Major Case."
Ross glared Logan in the eye, "My hands are tied. The Chief feels that we should spend our resources and time for our current case load."
Logan hit the desk, "Horse Hockey!! What's really going on, Captain?"
Ross's voice became slightly heated, "Goren hasn't exactly made friends among the brass upstairs. There are still some who feel that Goren should not have been allowed back on the force, especially after the Tates situation."
Eames's cell phone started ringing before Logan could verbally express his opinion about the brass upstairs. Eames stood up and walked toward the corner away from Logan and Ross, "Eames." The color drained from her face, "I'll be right there. I promise." She flipped the phone shut, fighting back the fear that was creeping into her gut. "That was Rena. Goren is being rushed into surgery; the doctors believe he has more internal bleeding."
Logan reached out and awkwardly put his arm around Eames shoulder. "Goren is a tough cop. He'll pull through this."
Eames nodded. "I'm going to the hospital." Glaring at Ross, "And now I have to tell his soon to be fiancée that we've been ordered the abandon his case."
Ross grabbed his coat, "I'll come with you to the hospital. I'm not exactly happy about turning this over either Detective. On the way, perhaps you can fill me in on what you've discovered thus far. I'm not going to let some shot one of my best detectives and get away with it."
Eames set the drink tray on Logan's desk, and handed him one coffee cups. Nodded his head in acceptance, he continued his phone conversation. While he talked on the phone, he handed Eames a file, and mouthed 'read it'. Eames opened the file and began to read. Her brow furrowed in concentration.
Logan hung up the phone. Pointing to the file in Eames's hand, "See anything interesting about the perp's description."
Eames read the file and smiled, "He has a reptilian style dragon tattooed on his right wrist and arm." She reviewed the attached photo, "This tattoo could easily be taken as a snake."
Logan grinned, "And guess who help put Mr. Todd Greene in jail for drug trafficking?"
Eames cocked her head to the side, with a sarcastic smile on her face, "Goren. Before he came to Major Case he worked Narcotics."
Logan rose up from his desk, and grabbed his coat. "Ready to visit Mr. Greene?"
Before they could leave the squad room, Ross opened his office door. "Logan, Eames step in here please."
Grimacing, Logan followed Eames into Ross's office. Ross gestured for them to take a seat, and then sat behind his desk. "I just got off the phone with the Chief of Ds." Ross suddenly focused on the phone on his desk, and through gritted teeth, "He's pulling Major Case off the Goren's shooting."
Flames danced in Eames's eyes, while Logan shot up knocking his chair back against the glass. For a moment, the office was still, then hell broke loss as both detectives started yelling at Ross.
Eames didn't bother hiding her anger, "What the hell is this about Captain? Goren busts his ass, and his life, for the NYPD and this squad. Who is supposed to take over this investigation?"
Ross's lips pressed together in displeasure, "The Chief ordered us to give the case to the 2-9."
Logan put his hands on Ross's desk, and leaned toward Ross, "And just what incredibly brilliant reasoning was given for this? Considering that this is a NYPD Detective that has been shot, and those cases fall under Major Case."
Ross glared Logan in the eye, "My hands are tied. The Chief feels that we should spend our resources and time for our current case load."
Logan hit the desk, "Horse Hockey!! What's really going on, Captain?"
Ross's voice became slightly heated, "Goren hasn't exactly made friends among the brass upstairs. There are still some who feel that Goren should not have been allowed back on the force, especially after the Tates situation."
Eames's cell phone started ringing before Logan could verbally express his opinion about the brass upstairs. Eames stood up and walked toward the corner away from Logan and Ross, "Eames." The color drained from her face, "I'll be right there. I promise." She flipped the phone shut, fighting back the fear that was creeping into her gut. "That was Rena. Goren is being rushed into surgery; the doctors believe he has more internal bleeding."
Logan reached out and awkwardly put his arm around Eames shoulder. "Goren is a tough cop. He'll pull through this."
Eames nodded. "I'm going to the hospital." Glaring at Ross, "And now I have to tell his soon to be fiancée that we've been ordered the abandon his case."
Ross grabbed his coat, "I'll come with you to the hospital. I'm not exactly happy about turning this over either Detective. On the way, perhaps you can fill me in on what you've discovered thus far. I'm not going to let some shot one of my best detectives and get away with it."
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Mercy General Hospital, mid-morning, Monday
The lights in the hospital room were turned off, expect for the florescent light over the now empty bed. The green and white colors of the room screamed sterilization, of both body and personality. Rena occupied a thin cushioned green arm chair located between the bed and the window. Her eyes had dark circles, and were puffy from crying. She had wrapped her arms around her to fight off the chill she was feeling, and the fear. Pulling her hand inside the sweatshirt, she used the end to wipe the tears off her face. In doing so, she took inhaled the lingering scent on the shirt. It was Bobby’s NYPD sweatshirt that he typically wore on the weekends. Taking one more smell of the shirt, she tried to pull herself together.
Eames, Logan and Ross walked into the room. For a moment, no one said a word. What words of comfort can be said? How could they tell her, what came from upstairs? Logan began to fidget slightly, while Eames walked over to Rena.
“Rena.” Eames searched Rena’s face for answers regarding Bobby’s condition.
Rena just shook her head negatively. “He’s still in surgery. It may be a while before I know anything.”
Ross shuffles his feet, “What happened?”
Rena bites her lower lip, “Bobby’s blood pressure started plummeting early this morning. The doctors think that there is a bullet fragment that was missed during his original surgery.” She ran her hands through auburn hair, then standing up. She began to pace the room. “How’s the investigation going?”
No one could look Rena in the eye. Logan and Ross both fidgeted and shuffled their feet, while Eames pressed her lips together gazing out the window. The silence that suddenly blanketed the room was almost suffocating.
Rena observed the three for a few moments, then her control over her emotions snapped. “Alright, what the hell is going on?”
Ross tried to cover for the two detectives, “Nothing, Rena. Everything is going fine.”
Rena glared at Ross, then at Eames and Logan, “Horse Hockey!. I’ve been dating Bobby for over a year now, so I’ve had the Robert Goren crash course on reading body language. What is it?”
Eames closed her eyes briefly, and then exhaled heavily. “The Chief of Ds has pulled Logan and me off the case.”
“What?”
Ross stepped over to Rena. “I’ve tried to convince the Chief to let us continue working case, but he wouldn’t change his decision.”
“So Bobby’s shooter is going to get away? Great. Just great.” Rena turned her back them, her entire body tensing in anger.
Ross placed a hand on Rena’s shoulder, “That’s not going to happen. The guys in the 2-9 are good cops.”
Rena spun around and glared furiously at Ross, “Yeah. Sure.” Anger flashed in her emerald green eyes, “Meanwhile, while the Chief is sipping mochas and lattés, the person has almost killed Bobby, is walking the streets. What the hell happened to that ‘support our officers’ crap he was spewing a few months ago? Or is that only for those who are the Chief’s favorites or those that will be on the newspaper headlines?”
Before anyone could say anything else, Dr Markham entered the room. Rena introduced him to everyone in the room, “How is he?”
“We removed another bullet fragment, which is what caused the internal bleeding. Mr. Goren’s vital signs are appearing better. However, he will need lots of time to recover.”
Rena closed in eyes briefly, the looked at the doctor, “But he’ll be alright?”
Dr Markham sighed slightly, “The next 24 hours will tell. He will have a long recovery head, that bullet really did some damage. I’ll be able to give you more details about his recovery tomorrow.” He quickly and quietly left the room, after nodding goodbye to the detectives.
Rena leaned back against the wall, letting the tears roll down her face. Fear gripped her stomach, refusing to let go. She raised her hands and covered her face, trying not to show the fear and grief to the detectives.
Eames eased over to Rena, and placed an arm around her shoulders. Talking softly, she tried to reassure Rena, “You know Bobby’s tough. He’ll pull through this.”
Rena managed to nod slightly, unable to look Eames in the eye. “I’ll keep you updated, Eames.”
Quietly, Eames gestured for Logan and Ross to head out of the room. Turning back to Rena, “I’m here if you need me, ok?”
“Yeah.”
Several hours later, Rena rose from the chair she had been dozing in and began to pace the room. Bobby had been brought back to the room an hour or so before. He no longer appeared as pale as he had before. Yet she longed to see the sparkle in his eyes, to see his mischievous grin. She caressed his face, refusing to let the tears take over.
A nurse walked into the room, checking on Bobby. Taking notice of Rena, she glanced over at her, “Do you self a favor, hun. Get out of this hospital for a couple of hours. We’ve got your cell number if anything changes. Go get a breath of fresh air, well it’s probably not fresh, but it’s better than being in here generating bad vibes.” The nurse finished taking Bobby’s vital signs and left the room.
Slightly stunned at the nurse’s remarks, Rena stood in the room for a few minutes. Then moving with a purpose, she grabbed the room’s phone book and her cell phone. After a few minutes, she found the number she was searching for. Dialing the number, she waited for an answer. After two rings, “Homicide division.” A long pause, “I would like to speak to the detective responsible for Bobby Goren’s case.” Her eyebrows raised and her brow creased, “Really. Internal Affairs. Could you transfer me?”
After a really long wait, she finally got a response, “This is Detective Robert Goren’s girlfriend. I’ve been told that Internal Affairs is now handling his shooting.” Anger replaced confusion on her face, “The Chief of D’s reassigned the case. To where?” Closing her eyes, she lowered her head, “Thanks.” She flipped the phone shut.
Rena pacing across the room, trying to think past the building rage. Suddenly she stopped, opened her phone and dialed another number, “Jessica? How are you? Still working the Chief’s office?” “ Listen, I’m sure you heard about Bobby. No. Umm, someone shot him Friday night on our way to dinner. I’m doing ok, considering. I need to speak with the Chief about what happened, where is he having lunch? I’ll just catch him right before his lunch appointment. Yeah, I know where that place is it’s just around the corner here. Thanks a million, Jessica.”
Outside Le Bernardin, 1pm Monday
Rena walked up to the restaurant, trying to keep a smile on her face. As she got to the restaurant, she began to wonder what she the hell she was doing and how exactly she thought she would get in to speak to the Chief. These thoughts ran as a jumble in her arrived at the restaurant. Steeling her resolve, and putting the memories of Friday night in the back of her mind, Rena walked through door into the restaurant’s waiting area. The moment she walked in, a patron began yelling at the hostess regarding their reservation.
Stealing the opportunity, Rena slipped past the hostess stand and walked into the restaurant. Quickly surveying the room, she instantly spotted Chief Bradshaw. The nervous jitters ceased. Rena paid no attention to the Chief’s lunch companions, her eyes stayed focused on the NYPD Chief of Detectives.
Stepping up to the Chief, “Excuse me, Chief Bradshaw?”
Annoyed, he peered up at Rena, “Yes? Can I help you?”
Rena’s jaw tightened and her eyes narrowed, “I’m Detective Robert Goren’s girlfriend. And I would like to know why you are so determined to let the person who shot him get away?”
Bradshaw’s face turned scarlet red, “Now see here young lady. . .”
“Oh no. I see. I see perfectly clearly, you son of a b***h,” taking a deep breath, Rena continued before she lost her nerve, “You don’t give a damn about Bobby, he’s the ‘whack job’ and the ‘crazy loon’. I know exactly what you think of Bobby. You rush to be seen anytime an officer or detective is injured and you claim you do everything to protect the NYPD. However, that’s only for the detectives who happen to fit your perfect little mold. Bobby doesn’t fit that mold, he actually tries to find the truth—not just say whatever is convenient. Oh, but when one your friends has a tragedy, who are you calling on the case? Robert Goren.” Rena turned to walk away, and then looked back at Bradshaw, “Sir, I think you need to put Major Case back on Bobby’s shooting, and hope like hell Bobby recovers and that Eames and Logan catch who shoot him. Because if his shooter gets away, there will not be a single person in this city who will not know that the NYPD Chief of Ds let a murder go free.”
Rena strode out of the restaurant without looking back. Therefore, she never noticed the police commissioners and the mayor stare at Bradshaw. The Mayor recovered first, and resumed eating his salad, acting as if nothing happened. “I don’t remember reading a report this morning about a detective being shot. Perhaps you could fill us in.”
Bradshaw stared at the spot where Rena had stood, then back at his lunch companions. Embarrassed and angry, he began to inform them about the details of Goren’s shooting.
Mercy General Hospital, mid-morning, Monday
The lights in the hospital room were turned off, expect for the florescent light over the now empty bed. The green and white colors of the room screamed sterilization, of both body and personality. Rena occupied a thin cushioned green arm chair located between the bed and the window. Her eyes had dark circles, and were puffy from crying. She had wrapped her arms around her to fight off the chill she was feeling, and the fear. Pulling her hand inside the sweatshirt, she used the end to wipe the tears off her face. In doing so, she took inhaled the lingering scent on the shirt. It was Bobby’s NYPD sweatshirt that he typically wore on the weekends. Taking one more smell of the shirt, she tried to pull herself together.
Eames, Logan and Ross walked into the room. For a moment, no one said a word. What words of comfort can be said? How could they tell her, what came from upstairs? Logan began to fidget slightly, while Eames walked over to Rena.
“Rena.” Eames searched Rena’s face for answers regarding Bobby’s condition.
Rena just shook her head negatively. “He’s still in surgery. It may be a while before I know anything.”
Ross shuffles his feet, “What happened?”
Rena bites her lower lip, “Bobby’s blood pressure started plummeting early this morning. The doctors think that there is a bullet fragment that was missed during his original surgery.” She ran her hands through auburn hair, then standing up. She began to pace the room. “How’s the investigation going?”
No one could look Rena in the eye. Logan and Ross both fidgeted and shuffled their feet, while Eames pressed her lips together gazing out the window. The silence that suddenly blanketed the room was almost suffocating.
Rena observed the three for a few moments, then her control over her emotions snapped. “Alright, what the hell is going on?”
Ross tried to cover for the two detectives, “Nothing, Rena. Everything is going fine.”
Rena glared at Ross, then at Eames and Logan, “Horse Hockey!. I’ve been dating Bobby for over a year now, so I’ve had the Robert Goren crash course on reading body language. What is it?”
Eames closed her eyes briefly, and then exhaled heavily. “The Chief of Ds has pulled Logan and me off the case.”
“What?”
Ross stepped over to Rena. “I’ve tried to convince the Chief to let us continue working case, but he wouldn’t change his decision.”
“So Bobby’s shooter is going to get away? Great. Just great.” Rena turned her back them, her entire body tensing in anger.
Ross placed a hand on Rena’s shoulder, “That’s not going to happen. The guys in the 2-9 are good cops.”
Rena spun around and glared furiously at Ross, “Yeah. Sure.” Anger flashed in her emerald green eyes, “Meanwhile, while the Chief is sipping mochas and lattés, the person has almost killed Bobby, is walking the streets. What the hell happened to that ‘support our officers’ crap he was spewing a few months ago? Or is that only for those who are the Chief’s favorites or those that will be on the newspaper headlines?”
Before anyone could say anything else, Dr Markham entered the room. Rena introduced him to everyone in the room, “How is he?”
“We removed another bullet fragment, which is what caused the internal bleeding. Mr. Goren’s vital signs are appearing better. However, he will need lots of time to recover.”
Rena closed in eyes briefly, the looked at the doctor, “But he’ll be alright?”
Dr Markham sighed slightly, “The next 24 hours will tell. He will have a long recovery head, that bullet really did some damage. I’ll be able to give you more details about his recovery tomorrow.” He quickly and quietly left the room, after nodding goodbye to the detectives.
Rena leaned back against the wall, letting the tears roll down her face. Fear gripped her stomach, refusing to let go. She raised her hands and covered her face, trying not to show the fear and grief to the detectives.
Eames eased over to Rena, and placed an arm around her shoulders. Talking softly, she tried to reassure Rena, “You know Bobby’s tough. He’ll pull through this.”
Rena managed to nod slightly, unable to look Eames in the eye. “I’ll keep you updated, Eames.”
Quietly, Eames gestured for Logan and Ross to head out of the room. Turning back to Rena, “I’m here if you need me, ok?”
“Yeah.”
Several hours later, Rena rose from the chair she had been dozing in and began to pace the room. Bobby had been brought back to the room an hour or so before. He no longer appeared as pale as he had before. Yet she longed to see the sparkle in his eyes, to see his mischievous grin. She caressed his face, refusing to let the tears take over.
A nurse walked into the room, checking on Bobby. Taking notice of Rena, she glanced over at her, “Do you self a favor, hun. Get out of this hospital for a couple of hours. We’ve got your cell number if anything changes. Go get a breath of fresh air, well it’s probably not fresh, but it’s better than being in here generating bad vibes.” The nurse finished taking Bobby’s vital signs and left the room.
Slightly stunned at the nurse’s remarks, Rena stood in the room for a few minutes. Then moving with a purpose, she grabbed the room’s phone book and her cell phone. After a few minutes, she found the number she was searching for. Dialing the number, she waited for an answer. After two rings, “Homicide division.” A long pause, “I would like to speak to the detective responsible for Bobby Goren’s case.” Her eyebrows raised and her brow creased, “Really. Internal Affairs. Could you transfer me?”
After a really long wait, she finally got a response, “This is Detective Robert Goren’s girlfriend. I’ve been told that Internal Affairs is now handling his shooting.” Anger replaced confusion on her face, “The Chief of D’s reassigned the case. To where?” Closing her eyes, she lowered her head, “Thanks.” She flipped the phone shut.
Rena pacing across the room, trying to think past the building rage. Suddenly she stopped, opened her phone and dialed another number, “Jessica? How are you? Still working the Chief’s office?” “ Listen, I’m sure you heard about Bobby. No. Umm, someone shot him Friday night on our way to dinner. I’m doing ok, considering. I need to speak with the Chief about what happened, where is he having lunch? I’ll just catch him right before his lunch appointment. Yeah, I know where that place is it’s just around the corner here. Thanks a million, Jessica.”
Outside Le Bernardin, 1pm Monday
Rena walked up to the restaurant, trying to keep a smile on her face. As she got to the restaurant, she began to wonder what she the hell she was doing and how exactly she thought she would get in to speak to the Chief. These thoughts ran as a jumble in her arrived at the restaurant. Steeling her resolve, and putting the memories of Friday night in the back of her mind, Rena walked through door into the restaurant’s waiting area. The moment she walked in, a patron began yelling at the hostess regarding their reservation.
Stealing the opportunity, Rena slipped past the hostess stand and walked into the restaurant. Quickly surveying the room, she instantly spotted Chief Bradshaw. The nervous jitters ceased. Rena paid no attention to the Chief’s lunch companions, her eyes stayed focused on the NYPD Chief of Detectives.
Stepping up to the Chief, “Excuse me, Chief Bradshaw?”
Annoyed, he peered up at Rena, “Yes? Can I help you?”
Rena’s jaw tightened and her eyes narrowed, “I’m Detective Robert Goren’s girlfriend. And I would like to know why you are so determined to let the person who shot him get away?”
Bradshaw’s face turned scarlet red, “Now see here young lady. . .”
“Oh no. I see. I see perfectly clearly, you son of a b***h,” taking a deep breath, Rena continued before she lost her nerve, “You don’t give a damn about Bobby, he’s the ‘whack job’ and the ‘crazy loon’. I know exactly what you think of Bobby. You rush to be seen anytime an officer or detective is injured and you claim you do everything to protect the NYPD. However, that’s only for the detectives who happen to fit your perfect little mold. Bobby doesn’t fit that mold, he actually tries to find the truth—not just say whatever is convenient. Oh, but when one your friends has a tragedy, who are you calling on the case? Robert Goren.” Rena turned to walk away, and then looked back at Bradshaw, “Sir, I think you need to put Major Case back on Bobby’s shooting, and hope like hell Bobby recovers and that Eames and Logan catch who shoot him. Because if his shooter gets away, there will not be a single person in this city who will not know that the NYPD Chief of Ds let a murder go free.”
Rena strode out of the restaurant without looking back. Therefore, she never noticed the police commissioners and the mayor stare at Bradshaw. The Mayor recovered first, and resumed eating his salad, acting as if nothing happened. “I don’t remember reading a report this morning about a detective being shot. Perhaps you could fill us in.”
Bradshaw stared at the spot where Rena had stood, then back at his lunch companions. Embarrassed and angry, he began to inform them about the details of Goren’s shooting.
I just wanted to let you know that I'm still reading this. I really should have reviewed before now. The dialogue is good, and I really liked Rena's standing up the the Chief. He seems like someone that would only respond to public embarassment. I hope that Logan and Eames can find the shooter soon, and I look forward to more of their interaction.
Two words I can only use after reading this gem: LOVE IT!
Please post more when you can.
Please let us know that they catch Bobby's shooter, Bobby will fully recover, and Bobby & Rena set a wedding date.
Ok, so I am a sucker for happy endings. Sue me! LOL
Please post more when you can.
Please let us know that they catch Bobby's shooter, Bobby will fully recover, and Bobby & Rena set a wedding date.Ok, so I am a sucker for happy endings. Sue me! LOL
Ok, I'm bumping this to the top in an act of shameless self promotion.
However, I would like to point out that I have made some revisions to the story, most are minor, but very needed changes.
I did remove on chuck of story, cause my Goren muse kept insisting a particular scene, so I've had to rework the last section to make it fit.
Otherwise, the next segement will be posted later tonight when I get home from work. As always, please leave me your comments and suggestions, trust me, I do value them.
So now, I have to listen to the Logan muse (he's really insist on getting to ride in the car again with Eames--I think he has a crush on her!) and try to finish out this story in the next couple of nights.
However, I would like to point out that I have made some revisions to the story, most are minor, but very needed changes.
I did remove on chuck of story, cause my Goren muse kept insisting a particular scene, so I've had to rework the last section to make it fit.
Otherwise, the next segement will be posted later tonight when I get home from work. As always, please leave me your comments and suggestions, trust me, I do value them.
So now, I have to listen to the Logan muse (he's really insist on getting to ride in the car again with Eames--I think he has a crush on her!) and try to finish out this story in the next couple of nights.
I love this one too. I understand Rena's anger and I hope the shooter is caught, whoever it may be. Keep it coming.
Late Monday Night, Mercy General Chapel
The softer light in the room was a sharp contrast to the harshly light hallway. Illuminated in the front of the room stood an altar. The wood railing around the altar reflected the light from above the altar, as if trying to brighten the somber atmosphere in the room. To the left of the altar, unlit candles sat in their holders in neat rows along the oak shelf except for one lone candle flickering. A door, left slightly ajar, to the right of the altar let in some of the harsher florescent light, but not enough to the intrude upon the quiet and somber presence of the chapel.
Rena stood just inside the door of the chapel, unsure of whether she wanted to go further in, or run back out into the hallway. Just when she decided to leave, the door by the altar opened fully, and a priest walked out. Looking around the chapel, the priest spotted Rena standing by the door. He immediately shut the door behind him, and gestured for her towards the altar. Sighing quietly, Rena walked toward the priest, feeling compelled to at least acknowledge the presence of the priest.
The priest spoke softly and gently, "May I help you this evening?"
Rena sank down into one of the chairs at the front of the chapel. The past few days came flooding over her, and the tears she thought were dry, began to pour down her face again. She studied the priest for a long moment, and then whispered, "Where to begin?"
The priest patted her arm, "The beginning is usually best, my dear."
"The beginning?" Rena replied. "The beginning was my heart in a million pieces upon the hospital floor almost four years ago when my first husband died. I came to New York to try and forget that pain, tried to bury myself into a new life where I didn't see his face around every corner."
"I take it that your plans worked out slightly differently, "he gently prodded.
"You could say that. I came to New York trying to forget the love that I lost, and one day I turned the corner and found love all over again." She attempted to wipe the tears from her eyes, "I never intended to love someone that much again, but once I met Bobby, there was no going back. I let myself fall head over heels in love with him. Now I could lose that love forever. I don't know if I can do this again."
Reaching out and grabbing her hand, "My dear, no one knows how the Lord plans our lives to go. Perhaps he brought your first husband into your life to prepare you to meet this new person. The Lord works in mysterious ways, but he never gives us more than we have the ability to handle."
"What am I going to do if he dies?"
Squeezing her hand, "My dear, that is why we must rely faith."
Shaking her head, "Faith? I don't know if I have any faith left."
Nodding, "Several of those who come in here say that. Yet, let me ask you, why did you come in here tonight?"
Perplexed, Rena turned and stared at the lone candle burning. "Perhaps because there is still hope. And with every breath I take, I will do anything to see him better." Turning back to the priest, "Father, can you help me? I can do nothing more than pray, and right now, I am not sure I remember how to pray."
Smiling, the priest answered her, "Then let me pray with you, and perhaps together, our prayer will be answered."
"From your lips to Gods ears, Father."
Mid-Morning, Tuesday, Major Case Squad Room
Ross hung up the phone, the yelled from his office "Eames, Logan. Get in here!"
Eames glared over at Logan. Logan shrugged his shoulders as if to say 'I don't know, but I didn't do it'.
Ross gestured for the two to shut the door as they entered. "It appears that we have been reassigned to Goren's shooting. I need you two to get your notes back from the 2-9 and start working this case again."
Shocked, Eames asked, "What caused the bass to change their minds so quickly?"
Ross shook his head, "I have no idea. What I do know is the Mayor wants me to give him progress reports every day at 4pm. So let's get this case solved, and fast."
Logan raised his eyebrows, "Wouldn't have it any other way, Captain."
As Logan and Eames left Ross's office, Logan murmured, "Wonder who went over the Chief's head?"
Eames peered back towards Ross's office, "I don't wonder, I know. Rena may appear all sweet and nice, but she'll light you up in a heartbeat if you piss her off."
"Really?"
Grinning, Eames nodded, "I saw her tear into Goren a couple of times. I wouldn't want to be on the wrong side of her during a tongue lashing." She snatched her jacket, "Let's go get our notes and records from the 2-9."
Logan sat down at his desk, picking up a file and holding it up to Eames, "You know how busy it can get around here, and I never got around to dropping the file off to the 2-9." Grinning he gestured around the squad room, "So, where do we start at?"
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1pm, Tuesday Afternoon, Major Case Squad Room
Logan hung up the phone, leaned back in his chair, and began to rub his eyes. He didn't get much sleep last night. Between tossing and turning trying to find a comfortable position in his bed, and going over Goren's case in his mind, sleep became a little hard to find. He picked up his coffee cup and grimaced, empty again. He stood up and stretched, and headed for the coffee pot, which of course, was empty. Logan pondered making another pot, and then decided against it.
Eames joined Logan at the coffee, holding her own empty coffee mug. "Who forgot to make more coffee?"
Shrugging, Logan gestured towards the door, "Perhaps we should get out of here and get some real coffee."
Eames tilted her head, and rubbed her temples. "Yeah, I could get out of here for a few minutes." Pulling on her coat, she followed Logan out of the squad room.
At a coffee shop a couple of blocks from 1PP, Logan and Eames huddled over their cups of coffee. After sitting there for several minutes, Logan broke the silence, "Have you heard from Rena?"
Shaking her head, "I didn't want to bother her."
An eyebrow shot up on Logan's face, "Bother her? Or afraid of that tongue lashing you spoke of?"
Eames shifted uncomfortably, "Perhaps a little of both."
Logan grinned, "You hear the gossip this morning?"
Eames fought to hide the grin on her face. "The bit about the Chief of D's getting cussed out in front of the mayor and deputy commissioner?" Eames gave up hiding the smile on her face, "Yeah, I might have heard that as I walked in this morning."
Laughing, Logan leaned back in his chair and took a sip of his coffee. "I'd love to have been there to see that."
"Ross say anything about it?"
The softer light in the room was a sharp contrast to the harshly light hallway. Illuminated in the front of the room stood an altar. The wood railing around the altar reflected the light from above the altar, as if trying to brighten the somber atmosphere in the room. To the left of the altar, unlit candles sat in their holders in neat rows along the oak shelf except for one lone candle flickering. A door, left slightly ajar, to the right of the altar let in some of the harsher florescent light, but not enough to the intrude upon the quiet and somber presence of the chapel.
Rena stood just inside the door of the chapel, unsure of whether she wanted to go further in, or run back out into the hallway. Just when she decided to leave, the door by the altar opened fully, and a priest walked out. Looking around the chapel, the priest spotted Rena standing by the door. He immediately shut the door behind him, and gestured for her towards the altar. Sighing quietly, Rena walked toward the priest, feeling compelled to at least acknowledge the presence of the priest.
The priest spoke softly and gently, "May I help you this evening?"
Rena sank down into one of the chairs at the front of the chapel. The past few days came flooding over her, and the tears she thought were dry, began to pour down her face again. She studied the priest for a long moment, and then whispered, "Where to begin?"
The priest patted her arm, "The beginning is usually best, my dear."
"The beginning?" Rena replied. "The beginning was my heart in a million pieces upon the hospital floor almost four years ago when my first husband died. I came to New York to try and forget that pain, tried to bury myself into a new life where I didn't see his face around every corner."
"I take it that your plans worked out slightly differently, "he gently prodded.
"You could say that. I came to New York trying to forget the love that I lost, and one day I turned the corner and found love all over again." She attempted to wipe the tears from her eyes, "I never intended to love someone that much again, but once I met Bobby, there was no going back. I let myself fall head over heels in love with him. Now I could lose that love forever. I don't know if I can do this again."
Reaching out and grabbing her hand, "My dear, no one knows how the Lord plans our lives to go. Perhaps he brought your first husband into your life to prepare you to meet this new person. The Lord works in mysterious ways, but he never gives us more than we have the ability to handle."
"What am I going to do if he dies?"
Squeezing her hand, "My dear, that is why we must rely faith."
Shaking her head, "Faith? I don't know if I have any faith left."
Nodding, "Several of those who come in here say that. Yet, let me ask you, why did you come in here tonight?"
Perplexed, Rena turned and stared at the lone candle burning. "Perhaps because there is still hope. And with every breath I take, I will do anything to see him better." Turning back to the priest, "Father, can you help me? I can do nothing more than pray, and right now, I am not sure I remember how to pray."
Smiling, the priest answered her, "Then let me pray with you, and perhaps together, our prayer will be answered."
"From your lips to Gods ears, Father."
Mid-Morning, Tuesday, Major Case Squad Room
Ross hung up the phone, the yelled from his office "Eames, Logan. Get in here!"
Eames glared over at Logan. Logan shrugged his shoulders as if to say 'I don't know, but I didn't do it'.
Ross gestured for the two to shut the door as they entered. "It appears that we have been reassigned to Goren's shooting. I need you two to get your notes back from the 2-9 and start working this case again."
Shocked, Eames asked, "What caused the bass to change their minds so quickly?"
Ross shook his head, "I have no idea. What I do know is the Mayor wants me to give him progress reports every day at 4pm. So let's get this case solved, and fast."
Logan raised his eyebrows, "Wouldn't have it any other way, Captain."
As Logan and Eames left Ross's office, Logan murmured, "Wonder who went over the Chief's head?"
Eames peered back towards Ross's office, "I don't wonder, I know. Rena may appear all sweet and nice, but she'll light you up in a heartbeat if you piss her off."
"Really?"
Grinning, Eames nodded, "I saw her tear into Goren a couple of times. I wouldn't want to be on the wrong side of her during a tongue lashing." She snatched her jacket, "Let's go get our notes and records from the 2-9."
Logan sat down at his desk, picking up a file and holding it up to Eames, "You know how busy it can get around here, and I never got around to dropping the file off to the 2-9." Grinning he gestured around the squad room, "So, where do we start at?"
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1pm, Tuesday Afternoon, Major Case Squad Room
Logan hung up the phone, leaned back in his chair, and began to rub his eyes. He didn't get much sleep last night. Between tossing and turning trying to find a comfortable position in his bed, and going over Goren's case in his mind, sleep became a little hard to find. He picked up his coffee cup and grimaced, empty again. He stood up and stretched, and headed for the coffee pot, which of course, was empty. Logan pondered making another pot, and then decided against it.
Eames joined Logan at the coffee, holding her own empty coffee mug. "Who forgot to make more coffee?"
Shrugging, Logan gestured towards the door, "Perhaps we should get out of here and get some real coffee."
Eames tilted her head, and rubbed her temples. "Yeah, I could get out of here for a few minutes." Pulling on her coat, she followed Logan out of the squad room.
At a coffee shop a couple of blocks from 1PP, Logan and Eames huddled over their cups of coffee. After sitting there for several minutes, Logan broke the silence, "Have you heard from Rena?"
Shaking her head, "I didn't want to bother her."
An eyebrow shot up on Logan's face, "Bother her? Or afraid of that tongue lashing you spoke of?"
Eames shifted uncomfortably, "Perhaps a little of both."
Logan grinned, "You hear the gossip this morning?"
Eames fought to hide the grin on her face. "The bit about the Chief of D's getting cussed out in front of the mayor and deputy commissioner?" Eames gave up hiding the smile on her face, "Yeah, I might have heard that as I walked in this morning."
Laughing, Logan leaned back in his chair and took a sip of his coffee. "I'd love to have been there to see that."
"Ross say anything about it?"