How about a loco LOCI adaptation of this old drinking/storytelling game?

"Goren gazed morosely at the cardboard cup of instant coffee that had been sat on his desk for so long it looked like it was about to file a motion to dismiss. He felt pretty certain that piss-poor coffee was a good reason to file for something .. even if it was as drastic as violation of his human rights. The station-house coffee, in spite of a number of different vendors being tried and tested, remained stultifyingly ghastly.

Not what was needed at 8.00am on a Monday.


UNFORTUNATELY ... "

(and over to You. ~waves~ Yes, you. The one reading NOW. 'Had, you're onnit')

sorry I don't understand, so do I start from Unfortunately, then end with Fortunately?

Lozzie, are we talking about our drunks, or when were' drunk watching LOCI? K

Thanks Bubba now I don't feel stupid, lol

Is it a fan fic that we continue from where you leave off?

*sigh*

I'm not used to being so incoherent, I apologise. Must be something to do with my not being a "native speaker" :rolls:

First person starts off a story. Ends with the word "Unfortunately - " and hands it over to the next person. Like passing a baton in a relay race.

The second person continues the story and ends their chunk with "Fortunately - "

Subsequent tellers end their chunks with Unfortunately or Fortunately, always remembering to alternate so you don't get the same one twice in a row.

My friend Lozzie, you are the mystery tie clip. You really hit this thread right on the tie clip! LOL!! K

The coffee shop close to the One PP had shut down for repairs, so it was either this coffee or no coffee. So he gets up goes to the coffee room, pops open the can, rolls his eyes, " Great!" its empty. Throw the can into the trash, thinks to himself, who in the hell puts a cover back on an empty can of coffee. He looks across the squad room, well thats not a case he wants to work on, especially not without coffee. He goes back to his desk grabs the instant coffee goes back to the coffee room, opens the jar, grabs a spoon, "DAM!" the granules are hard as rock. He tries to chip away a few but to no avail. He tosses it into the garbage. He goes back to his desk slumps in his chair, puts his head into his hands. Then

Fortunately........

Eames walks in with two large steaming cups of fresh coffees from Starbucks. "I can't believe it! You just made my day! There wasn't a grind of good coffee around here and I wasn't sure I was going to be able to get through without a jolt."
"A jolt? Not like the one I'm going to give you. Ross called my cell 20 minutes ago saying three bums were found bludgeoned behind the public library. We better get to the scene."
Both detectives race to the newly waxed and detailed SUV. Unfortunately...

There's enough tequilla in the coffee they not sure it's Ross or the ME calling. But they...

It was blocked in. Someone had parked there squad car right behind the SUV. "Darn It" said Bobby, " I hate mondays, this day just isn't going my way". Eames looks around and sees a uniformed cop. "Hey, do you know who squad car this is?" He just shrugs his shoulders and keeps on walking. "Great thanks for your help!" snickers Eames." Goren puts his binder and coffee cup on top of the SUV and starts pacing looking for the culprit who blocked them in. Fortunately........

Eames' cell phone rings. Its Ross. He informs her that the library where the victims were found is the Roosevelt Library on 57th. Bobby looks pensively at Eames. "That's my mother's library. She worked there for 20 years." Eames informs Goren that Ross is on his way to pick them up and take them to the scene. Bobby tells Eames that Phyllis Tedesco is the head librarian there. Fortunately...

Forunately, Bobby didn't have to wait to long before Ross pulled up and they got in. His day had been going horribly so far and the fact that the seat in front of him was pushed to far back for his comfort, did not make it better. He sipped at his coffee and grimaced as he swallowed it.

"I think this one's yours. It's way too sweet for me," he said, trying not to sound unappreciative of Eames'.

"Sorry. I haven't even touched mine yet," she said passing the cup she had in her hand to him.

Unfortunately...

when they pulled up, it was indeed the Roosevelt Library. The same library where Bobby's mom worked ferverently for all those years. The same library that warmed Bobby on cold afternoons when he stopped in after school to see his mom and do his homework. The same library that provided Bobby a sanctuary on those days when mom wasn't "feeling so well". Today, however was different. There were barracades and yellow tape defacing the facade that once was Bobby's second home. As they walked around to the back where the victims were left, Bobby noticed something different that he had never seen at a crime scene before. Fortunately,...

Phyllis Tedesco was standing there and recognized Bobby. She walked up to him she seemed tramatized, "Oh Bobby I can't believe it, I never seen anything like this before".
Bobby hadn't seen Mrs. Tedesco in years, tried to comfort her." I am so sorry Mrs. Tedesco had you seen these gentlemen around the library before."
"We get some homeless men that come inside to keep warm but I don't recongize these men, after awhile they all start looking the same, and my eyesite you know its not getting any better, You know Bobby I was so sorry to hear about your Mom, she was a wonderful Lady." said Mrs. Tedesco.
Bobby, tried to smile.
He told another officer to finish taking Mrs. Tedesco statement.
Goren and Eames started to walk around the back of the Libary to see the Bodies but

Unfortunately............

Bobby caught his foot a loose storm drain and he fell, his coffee tipping to dump on his white shirt and his notebook into a puddle. He quickly crawled forward, his knees screaming at him, to retrieve the notebook, which was absorbing the water of the puddle. He cursed loudly, causing some of the uniforms to turn and look in his direction.

"You okay?" Eames asked gingerly, not wanting to baby him, but not wanting to show disinterest.

"Yeah. I'm fine," he said angrilly, pulling himself to his feet. He looked down and saw that one of the knees of his slacks was torn and the skin underneath was scrapped up. When Eames saw his knee she opened her mouth but her silenced her with a wave of the hand. "Really, I'm fine. Let's go look at the crime scene."

They continued towards the scene, Bobby limping slightly, without any further incident. Fortunately...

ME Jryan was already examing the bodies, she turned to look at the detectives. "Ouch" she said when she noticed the knee. "I have some gauze and betadine in the van I can wrap that up for you before I go if you like?" Goren stuttered, "Uh, Oh, Uh, Ok, its fine, but Ok." Eames Jumps in. "What you have here," " We have three men, ages around mid 40's-50's appeartly homeless, multiple stab wounds, seems like a lot of rage, wounds are different on all three men, so I am thinking three different knives and three different perps, probably a gang, maybe an inititiation. Goren smiled " you trying to solve our case for us" Jryan laughed "No, But I have seen this before in Brooklyn a few weeks ago, they still never caught the guys. Now let me go get the stuff to wrap up that knee." Jryan goes to her van and comes back to wrap up Det. Gorens knee, But as she takes a better look at it she notices something about it, " Det. Goren, There is a piece of metal stuck in the wound, I am going to try to remove it, this will probably hurt". The metal was deep and as she pulled it out he let out a yell. "So sorry, Jryan said, you will need to get a Tetnus shot for sure. Hmmm, this looks like a tip of a knife," She shows it to Goren, But Unfortunately..............

...at that moment Captain Ross walks in with a box of donuts. He takes one look at ME Jryan standing over Detective Goren and drops the box on an empty slab. "I thought last night was special!" Ross yells in disbelief, embarrassing both Jryan and Goren. Composing herself, Jryan confronts Ross accusingly, "How dare you telegraph our evening together in this manner? I like to keep my business private, and you ruined everything! And for your information, there's absolutely nothing going on between me and Detective Goren, you moron!" Goren shifts uncomfortably in his seat, still bleeding from his wound. Fortunately...

Ross walked up and told Eames that there's been another incident at the library on 121st. "Well, as soon as Goren gets his first aid, we'll travel on over.", said Eames. " Oh No," Jryan said, "the only place Goren's going is the ER. This knee needs a look at by an ortho in order to make sure there's not further injury. Since Mr Stubborn had to get up and walk on it, there's no telling what further damage he's done." Goren could only look up at the heavens for some sort of answer as to when this day from hell was going to end. Fortunately...

The donuts weren't ruined, and Jryan picked one up took a big bite and walked off, "fix his dam knee yourself "she said. "I will do the autopsy back at One PP." Both men turned beet red. So Ross said, "any idea what happened here". Goren looked at Eames, Eames' mouth was wide open in disbelieve in what happen, she had been mooning over Ross for some time. Goren looked back at Ross, who wasn't making eye contact with anyone, then back at his bleeding knee, he was so looking forward to Jryan fixing it for him, but he just finished wrapping it himself and got up, he knew he would have to get that tetnus shot later, he would check with Jryan back at One PP later. " Uh, I don't really know yet Captain, we just got here, looks like we might have a gang related attack. Maybe three perps, three different knives, I tripped and a piece of the knife ended up in my knee, ME JRyan pulled it out, we will send that back to the lab. We will know more about that after the autopsy". Ross said. " Ok go ahead interview any witnesses and check back with me in a couple hours and give me an update, If you need too call in Logan and Wheeler. The Chief of D's doesn't want people panicing that someone is killing people on the street." The Techs started to move the bodies but Unfortunately.........

...the techs were all new on the job and dropped the body bags beneath the tires of the police van which had started to move too soon. Some passersby on the street saw the body bags open, and proceeded to faint dead away. Eames, who had just arrived on the scene, quickly called for help for the civilians and radioed the van to come back to retrieve the body bags. Ross was right behind her, cursing at his bad luck for being on duty when the techs screwed up so badly. "That's just great!" he bellowed, "The Chief is going to chew my ass real good for this! Goren is wounded and isn't around so I can't blame him for this fiasco! And Jryan called off our next date! What else is going to go wrong today?" Fortunately...

Det. Choca was there, and helped Eames calm down the people who saw the dead bodies. The Van came back but accidently backed up on one of the Bodies, " Oh geez, said Goren, there goes some of our evidence, who hires these idiots." Ross just sat on the curb and but his head in his hands. The Techs loaded up the bodies and drove off. Goren said, " Somebody better call Jryan and tell her about the body that got run over" He looked at Ross, who didn't even look up, Eames, shook her head, saying No, Det. Choca said, "I don't know her that well." Goren said" Oh great I always got to do the dirty work, so he dialed the number. Uh, Jryan, Uh, there was an accident at the Crime scene, uh, your techs, dropped the bodies and then, uh, when they came back, they, uh, kinda rolled the van over one," Ross, looks at Goren and sees, him, pull the phone away from his Ear. After a few seconds, he is able to put the phone back to his ear. And he listens for a few minutes. Jryan says" I am sorry for yelling at you I know its not your fault, my boss hired those goons, they are his nephews. Don't forget to come by later I will give you that tetnus shot. Sorry about you knee and sorry about what happen this morning. I keep trying to brake up with Ross, but he keeps on stalking me, and with him being the Captain of MCS I don't know what to do." Goren hangs up the phone. Calls Eames and Choca," Lets start interviewing witnesses, they start to cross the street, but Unfortunately.......

...the Chief of Detectives has just arrived. A mole at MCS had called his office and told him about the fiasco involving the goon crime scene techs. The Chief was livid; he had a huge fight with his wife that morning over her relatives coming to visit for the holidays, and was itching to rake someone, anyone, over the coals. He storms over to Ross about to make him his victim du jour, when Detective Choca comes over to stand by the Captain's side. "Chief," she says sweetly, "I know things don't look good here, but before you lose your temper, I think you should know I accidentally received all of the emails you have been sending to the new receptionist at 1PP and hers to you. Why does she call you her "big salami"? The Chief has turned a deep shade of crimson, and interrupts Detective Choca before she says more. Fortunately...

... the Techs, Eccles, Bluebottle and their little brother, Jim returned as they have forgotten to get the detectives to sign off their work sheet. Finally waving the goons goodbye, our investigative trio are fortunately

Able to get back to questioning witnesses. Ross and the Chief of D's leave the scene in the same car. Goren mumbles, "Boy and I glad they are gone". Choca and Eames nod in agreement. Eames says. " Choca, you take the left side of the street, I will take the right, Goren you take the inside of the Library and see if anyone inside knows anything, Hopefully the CSU team will find something out here we can use." But then Unfortunately.......

During the excitement of the bodies tumbling out of the back of the Coroner's van, some of the uniformed officers had left their posts guarding entrance to the crime scene to see what was going on. This was unfortunate since several teens had taken the breech of security as a sign to go and snoop. Goren limped inside and saw two of the teens who were poking their fingers in the congealed blood pool on the floor.

"HEY!" Goren shouted. The teens stood up straight, startled by the detective's sudden appearance and started to run.

This day was just getting better and better. Now, he had to chase down some punks with his bad knee, which was steadily becoming worse with each step. If he was lucky, he would only have to walk with a limp for the rest of his life.

Fortunately...

...this is a TV show, so a limp one week is gone the next. No worries about a lifelong limp for Bobby. He has bigger problems, adjusting to his mother's death and finding out his real father might be a serial killer. And then there's Frank to consider. Just this morning Frank called Bobby out of the blue, asking again about their mother's affairs. Bobby was annoyed, and it showed in the tone of his voice. Bobby almost let Frank have it right there, but he held back even though the effort was difficult. Unfortunately...

... poor Bobby was beginning to feel the terrible effects of caffeine withdrawal. This was making him very irritable, as were the unsubtle glances his ripped trousers and bloody knee were attracting from colleagues who were already hell bent on condemning him as the station whack job. His appearance merely added fuel to their fires.

"Eames," he said quietly, so no one would overhear. "I have to go to the locker room and change."

A little later, showered and refreshed, Detective Robert O Goren reappeared in his office wearing khaki pants, and a plain black tee. At the sight of this, assorted female (and some male, for that matter) clerical staff fainted dead away in the corridor and needed medical treatment. Eames shook her head and sighed. This was always happening.

"What the heck is is this?" yelled Ross. "No one told me it was Dress-Down Day! Sheesh - if I'd known that I could have premièred my little blue chiffon number."

Goren opened his mouth, ready with a smart-ass reply, but fortunately -

Eames stepped in before Bobby could stick his foot in his mouth and suggested they take off for lunch. That sounded pretty good to Bobby, who had skipped breakfast in his hurry to get out the door that morning. They walked to the elevators, passing a few more female techs, who passed out at the sight of his muscled arms. Eames shook her head.

"What did I tell you about wearing that thing?"

"What thing," he asked confused.

"That shirt. It always makes people swoon, except for me for some reason," Eames said scratching her head, "I wonder why that is."

"I'll make a note not to wear it again around the office if that will make you happy. But it was the only thing I had in my locker that didn't smell like sewer grease."

Eames opened her mouth to ask why his clothes would smell like sewer grease but quickly changed her mind. She knew she wouldn't be able to hold down lunch if she knew the answer.

A few minutes later, they were inside a diner within walking distance of 1PP. Eames had insisted that they walk since it was such a nice day. Bobby grumbled the whole way, the bandage on his knee rubbing against the inside of his khakis. They were seated at a booth and Bobby opened the menu, trying to decide what he was in the mood for. Unfortunately...

Bobby knew something didn't seem right. He could feel it, and started tapping his fingers uncontrolably on the table. Eames noticed the gesture, and held herself back from making a snarky comment. She knew Bobby very well, and this was one of those times it was best to keep her opinion to herself. She tried to busy herself looking over her own menu, but then suddenly stopped and looked up. She caught a familiar scent, and knew instantly why Bobby had been acting so jittery and agitated. She put down her menu, gave Bobby a knowing glance, rose from the table, and turned to face...

Nicole Wallace. Blondie was just as Bobby and Eames remembered her, all smiles and buck teeth. And this time Nicole did not disappoint, as she stepped forward and offered both detectives her hand. Fortunately...

the waitress served their meals and interrupted the greeting. "Thats a nice baby bump you have, Nicole." Eames remarked. "Are you going to try and not kill this one?" "Oh I see you haven't lost your sense of humor, detective, " Nicole replied, "Or is it just that you miss yours?" As Eames glared back ready to strike, Bobby interjected, "Alright, Nicole, you can take your pathology and return to the hole you crawled out of." Even just speaking her name made his stomach turn. He missed his morning coffee and was not going to be unable to eat his lunch. She was the one that got away, the one....evil that got away. It seemed as if Nicole was going to drop that baby any minute. Bobby couldn't begin to even ponder who would want to have a child with her. "So, you snowed another Gavin Haines into thinking your the best thing that ever happened to him?" "Oh Bubby, I would think even you would know how popular sperm banks are in the US. Were you busy at a crime scene this morning? I believe it was a library? Tell me Bubby, how many days did you spend in the library reading books you would hope would cure your mother?" This time Bobby's stomack did turn. Unfortunately...

All that came up was stomach acids all over Nicole Wallace. Eames had to chuckle. The look on Nicole's face," Geez Bubby, this surely not how I imagined it." Nicole walked out with Bobby's stomach contents all over her shirt. " Are you ok Bobby" Eames said. "Yes and No" Said Bobby. " I am sure Nicole had something to do with those murders, we need to talk to the ME". " Bobby you need to eat something before you pass out" Eames said. " We can get this to go, Lets talk to the ME" Bobby said while getting out of the booth. He dropped a $20 on the table, waved to the waitress got two to go boxes and they were out the door.
Back at the ME Jryans office, she was just finishing the autopsies, when Goren and Eames walked in."Wow, Nice shirt Detective" Said Jryan."Hows that knee?" "Hurts like hell" said Goren. "Try some Naprosyn, and if you like I can rewrap it better for you to better support it?" Said Jryan. "Ok,Uh, Thank,you," He said bashfully, " now how about those three bodies from this morning" " Well thats another story, I was thinking three perps, well looks like it could be one, Each victim was killed at a different times, at least 4 hours apart, then dumped behind the libary. The piece of metal removed from your knee was part of the knife that killed victim #1. So probably the killer must have fallen and the tip must have broken off, so they might have a scrapped knee or hand. But don't worry the Victim didn't have hepatitis or HIV. So your safe." Said Jryan. Goren breathed a sigh of relief. " Now Detetective, Drop your pants" continued Jryan. "HUH, What!" exclaimed Goren. Jryan laughed, I need to give you that tetnus and rewrap that knee." Eames said, "Uh, I will wait upstairs," Fortunately

Bobby's cell phone rang. "Hi, Honey", he answered. "No, I'm in the ME's office. You won't even believe what happended today. I'll fill you in later. THe ME's just gonna fix up my knee a little and then I can call you back. No, its nothing serious. I'll tell you all abou it. You ok? Ok, babe, I'll talk to you later. Love you, bye". ME Jryan was trying not to listen in but she couldn't help it. "Wife?" she asked. "No, not yet. Hopefully someday though." , he answered shyly. "Well, I hope she knows how lucky she is." "Oh, its me thats the lucky one. Thanks for the first aid. What did you learn in the autopsy?" As Bobby fastened his belt on his khaki's, ME Jryan began filling him on the reports. Unfortunately...

... Bobby was having problems concentrating. The pain from the injury in his knee, combined with a serious blood-sugar situation developing somewhere in the back rooms of his pancreas, were distracting him from the ME's report. Plus, the phone call from the rabid cyber-fan who insisted on speaking to him as though they were about to be joined in holy matrimony had caught him off guard. Again. The entire day seemed to be one huge surprise party.

With all this going on inside his pretty little tousled head, it took an uncharacteristically long time for the facts of Nicole Wallace's reappearance to coalesce. But when they finally did, Goren lost even the pretence of listening to the ME and stared straight ahead of her instead, mouth slightly open, eyes glazed, respiration up.

"Am I keeping you from something, Goren?" asked the examiner in an arch voice. But she couldn't even finish the question before he was up and out of the door.

"Sperm bank!" he said to himself as he pelted up the corridor towards his desk. He slowed to a walk just before going through the door, trying not to draw attention to himself again. "God no, not the sperm bank ..!"

Fortunately -

Fortunately, when he got to the explorer it was no longer blocked in. He remembered he needed to call his girlfriend back, but that would have to come later. He still wasn't sure what the second call was about, must be one of Nicole's tricks. Thats why it was imperative he got to the sperm bank before it was too late. As Bobby raced down Amsterdam Ave going well passed the city speed limit he realized he was missing something! The cell phone then buzzed with a message from Eames: Where the hell are you? Oh crap, he thought, and then called her to tell her his plan. Unfortunately...

His Cell phone battery was dead. "Geez, if I didn't have so many girlfriends, calling me all day long, maybe my battery would last longer, I will call Eames when I get to the Sperm bank.". Goren drove to the sperm bank, wondering if Nicole had gone to the sperm bank he had made a contribution to. The last time they had one of their Tit for tats and she made the comment that they were not intented to have kids, he started to wonder if maybe she was right, so he had decided to make a contribution to the Sperm bank. He arrived at the sperm bank and stood at the receptionist desk, the receptionist gave a big smile, and handed him a cup, pointed to the rooms down the hall, and said" There are videos, magazines, and other items for your enjoyment and assistance if needed." Goren Blushed, lowered his head, and said."Uh, I am not here for that today, I need to find out if a certain patient used, uh, my uh, speciem," he was still blushing. " I am sorry sir, that information is confidential, we can't give out that information without a court order." She said. "Can I use your phone?"asked Goren. "Sure" she said.Goren dialed Eames " Eames sorry I ran out on you, but I decided to go to the sperm bank, I, uh, made a deposit a while back, and I think Nicole, might have made a withdrawal, but they won't give me the info without a court order. You still dating that guy in the DA's office? You think he could get us an order?"Goren asked. "Hmmm Nicole might be having BabyBubby? Oh my, Yeah, I will call Matt, and see what he can do, Also, CSU called one of the Victims had a blonde hair in his hand, no roots attached so can't get DNA, but how could a pregnant Nicole move three grown men, especially dead weight.? Also Ross is looking for you he wants an update"said Eames."Ok,I am on my way back,tell him I will be back in about 15 minutes." replied Goren. "Ok, well he knows you were in with ME Jryan with your pants down, so don't come back with Donuts," snarks Eames. "Very Funny Eames." snarls Goren.
Goren tells the receptionist he will be back with a warrent. And starts to leave but Fortunately......

it had begun pouring down rain, so Bobby had the idea that he would wait inside for the rain to let up. This would give him the chance to turn on his charms and sweet talk the receptionist into giving him the information he wants while he waits for the warrant. She kept looking at him as if he didn't notice, so he didn't think this would be hard. "I forgot my umbrella, " he said with a smile. "Yeah, its coming down pretty good out there." , she responded brightly. Bobby continued the conversation by asking her about the pictures on her desk and throwing in a compliment here and there along with that irristible smile he knew would get him into anywhere. Finally he persuaded, "You know, my partner is going to be showing up any minute with that warrant. Do you think you could save us some time and show me the records?" "Well," she warned, "I really shouldn't, but what the heck. What is your number?" Bobby gave her his donor number and within a few clicks of the database she was able to give Bobby the bad news. He specimen had been used within the last year. "Oh wait a second," the receptionist said, "This isn't right! No, something's wrong. It says here the woman requested a DNA test to confirm she received the right donor, but it didn't match what we had on file for you!" Unfortunately,

Her boss walked up and said" Whats going on?". The Receptionist was startled, she cleared her computer screen " Nothing, just giving this gentleman some information on our services." "Oh, ok," the boss man said, and walked away. Goren just stood there waiting for the receptionist to finish what she was telling him. She looked over her shoulder, once the boss was gone, she began to speak." Well after you made your, uh, deposit, we had a electrical malfunction, and lost all our specimens. So all the file and numbers got deleted. The numbers were reused with new donors, so when this woman came in with the donor number we pulled the specimen, but your number was no longer valid, it had been given to a new donor." Goren breathed a sigh of relief. "I know you shouldn't tell me, but can you tell me the name of the woman, and the donor? It's really important, I am investigating the murder of three people." Goren pleaded. The receptionist, sighed, looked into those big brown eyes."I could lose my job for this, just a second, the woman's name is Nicole Wallace and the man's name is Logan, Micheal." Goren put his hand to his mouth, what are the chances of that. "Did the woman know the name of the Donor?" asked Goren. " No I told her the names were confidential." she said. " Thank you so much" Goren said. Goren walked out the sun was suddenly shinning, his appetite was back. He figured he would get something to eat. Right next door was a Krispy Creme shop. " Give me two dozen mixed" Goren said. He hopped in the SUV, drove to One PP. He was happy, but what was he gunna tell Logan. He got in the elevator hit the button for the 11th floor and began munching on a donut. Dam this is good he thought. The door opened Fortunately.........

Fortunately the sugar rush helped clear Goren's head, and he made the decision to keep his information to himself.

He figured that Wallace would have hacked the computer records of the Sperm Bank to try and discover whether or not he, Goren, had made a deposit. Wallace had proved herself very adept at finding out all sorts of information about him in the past, so why should she behave any differently now? It was obviously part of a much bigger plan to find new and exotic ways to tangle his emotions - confused as they already were - about the woman.

She was a murderer and a psychopath. Not very good material for a long-standing romantic involvement. Bobby's rational mind was acutely aware of that, but still he felt irresistibly drawn towards her huge (boobs, teeth) intellect. He might even flatter himself that she felt the same way. Had their lives been different - VERY different, who knows what they might have achieved together?

So now Nicole Wallace was plotting his downfall once again, but this time with the added leverage of carrying "his" baby. Bobby was the only one who knew the truth; Wallace would have no reason to know that the sperm banks computers had crashed, so would never know that her donor had been changed at the last minute. To Mike Logan, of all people! Goren prided himself on not being a snob normally, but even he turned up his nose at the idea of little Logans running around ... Goren grinned to himself, attracting a curious glance from Eames as she came in, grabbing the last donut from the packet.

"I have been chasing you all over town this morning. Now what's the big mystery? Tell me everything Goren, or I will be yelling the words SPERM BANK at the top of my - "

Unfortunately -

Logan had walked up behind her and asked, "Whats this about a sperm bank?" "Oh, its just for this case, " Bobby answered trying to avoid any more interest from Logan. "Well, you know what I say about sperm banks, " Mike said with a sheepish grin. "We don't want to know." Alex said as she yanked Bobby's arm in the direction of the interview room. She slammed the door behind them hard enough to shake the blinds. "What the hell is going on?" she demanded. Bobby began to tell her the story of the "donation" and Nicole's plan. "Gee, Bobby, if you wanted a baby that badly, I'm sure there are plenty of woman in this city that would be willing to do that for you. You went to a sperm bank? Anyway, continue." Bobby then told her the bombshell about the computers and Logan. Now, Eames had to take a seat. She didn't know what was worse, that Nicole was having offspring, or that it was Logan's too. I mean, she liked Logan, but a father? Bobby told Eames that he didn't want to tell Logan, but Eames wasn't so sure that was a good idea. Fortunately,

Before the arguement could continue, Ross barged in."Where the hell you been, Goren, I asked for an update from you an hour ago?" "Sorry, Captain, got tied up following a lead.We believe Nicole Wallace is behind these murders, but we are unsure how in her pregnacy condition, how she would manage to kill then move the bodies alone, she must have someone helping her." Goren, replied quickly."Well another homeless man was found stabbed to death behind the Libary in Queens, I want you two to go take a look, the ME is already on the scene, she says its the same MO." Ross ordered. Goren and Eames left the interview room, Eames resumed her arguement,"Goren you have to tell Logan". Goren waved her away, but Unfortunately,

Logan had heard Eames chidding Goren.

"Tell me what?" he said.

"That, you...Um...That you..." Goren struggled.

Logan stood, an eyebrow raised in mild amusement.

"That I really like that plaid tie you're wearing!" Goren burst out. Eames slapped a hand against her forehead and rolled her eyes.

Logan grinned. "Thanks! I never thought anyone would like any of them." Logan turned and walked away, a bounce in his step.

Eames just starred at Goren, shaking her head.

"You were supposed to tell him!"

"Like I'm going to tell Logan that my psychopathic, murdering, highly-attractive archenemy is having his baby after a mix up at the sperm bank!" he said a little too loudly.

Logan stopped dead in his tracks and spun of his heel.

"SHE'S WHAT!?" Logan shouted. Everyone in the office froze and starred at the two detectives, one with a dangerous gleam in his eye, the other with a sheepish look on his face.

Fortunately...

Ross came running out of his office. " We have a hostage situation." Goren,Eames, and Logan all turned to Ross to see what he would say next." Manhattan Sperm bank has been overtaken by a blonde woman with a gun, she isn't letting anyone in or out. The receptionist was able to sneak out and she said you, Det. Goren were there this morning asking about this woman, who is she?" Goren's face went pale,"Oh Crap, its Nicole". Ross said," You better get out there, you have been able to handle her in the past, maybe you can find out what she wants." Goren said in a whisper,"I know what she wants."
Logan said"I am coming too." All three headed for the elevators but unfortuntely...

The elevators were out of order and the trio had to take the stairs. As they jogged down the stairs, Goren tried to keep a few paces in front of Logan, avoiding his eye. Logan increased his speed so he was only a step and a half behind him. Goren sped up to increase the distance again. Logan matched his speed and closed the gap again. So, Goren started to take two steps at a time. Logan did the same. Within a few minutes they were sprinting down the concrete steps, Eames falling further and further behind. Goren lost his footing at a landing in the stairwell and Logan took the opportunity to slam him into the wall. Goren grunted at the impact and shoved Logan off of him, causing him to trip on the stair behind him. Logan jumped up and hit him square on the jaw, to which Goren retorted with an elbow to the gut.

By the time Eames reached the landing, they were in an all-out brawl. Eames knew her size would make it difficult to break up two raging detectives and wondered what her best course of action was.

Fortunately...

Detective Choca returned, and together with Eames, they succeeded in keeping Goren and Logan apart. Goren and Logan continued to glare at one another, at which point Detective Choca turned to Eames and asked, "What's up with these two guys? Why are they so hostile toward one another, trying to do each other harm? I don't get it!" To which Eames replied, "It goes back a couple of years, when Logan had another partner. We dubbed them "Ocean's 2" and they've been at each other's throats since. That's men for you!" Unfortunately...

Bobby's knee ripped open from all the commotion and the pain was so bad he had to sit down and straighten the leg. "Now look what you've done!", he barked at Logan. "Me? I'm sooo sick of your high and mighty ways, Goren! You think you can get away with all your eccentricities because you solve every case, but don't forget it was the chief of D's that called you a whack job!" "Well, it takes one to know one, doesn't it Logan?", Eames said. "Maybe you forgot, three people were murdered today and Goren was pretty seriosuly injured. You need to put your ego to rest and let us do our job!" "No, its no use," Goren sighed. "I can't go anywhere with this knee. I should of seen the ortho like the ME said. You two go, and Eames, remember what I said!" Knowing things had to be pretty bad for Goren to relinquish, Eames reluctantly looked at Logan and said, "C'mon, but I'm driving!" They raced to the garage, leaving Goren to the aid of Det. Choca who helped him get up and get to the dr.'s. When Eames and Logan got to the garage, Logan remarked, "Oh goodie, I actually get to ride in the chariot!" "Shut up, Logan," Eames said. "Just be glad you're coming along!" "Well," Logan chided, "This sure beat the crown vic!" Fortunately,

Both were bleeding from the face and hands.And the fight and led them all the way down to the coroner floor " What the hell happened,I could hear all the commotion in the stairwell, Never mind,I don't wanna know, and don't need to know, !" Jryan demanded. Logan and Goren both stood silent and calmed down. " Now let me take a look at you two and see if any serious damage has been done, then I can get back to the real work." said jryan. Goren said "We have a hostage situation we have to get to ASAP. We don't have.." "Sit down and shut up" Jryan cut him off."This won't take long.I need to make sure the two of you didn't do any serious damage.It will hurt more, but I am sure you won't mind more pain." She checked both their hands no fractures, checked there eyes, no hemorrhages, cleansed the wounds, both of them tried not to make a sound as the antiseptic burned the wounds, she then dressed the wounds."Ok, now you may go," she commanded."Yes Maam," the both said, looking down, like two scolded little boys. "You think you can handle them Det. Eames? Or you need backup" asked Jryan. Eames said laughing"I think I got it, Jryan laughed and went back to work. Logan and Goren started to walk out, Logan said." Dam that Jryan is uh, forceful, kinda hot." Goren said." yeah never saw that side of her before, she kinda cute too." Eames just shook her head, "Men". They got in the SUV and headed to the Sperm bank, when they arrived, the place was surrounded with blue and whites. They walked up to the hostage negotiator.
Eames spoke first."Hi I am Det. Eames, this is Goren and Logan. What has Happen so far."
"Hi I am Det. Curly we have tried to make contact, but no one is responding." But Fortunately.

Det. Cluck said, "I think I got something. A woman with an accent...sounds british or..." "Australian", Bobby finished, "Let me have those." Det. Cluck handed him the earphones as he slipped them on his head. He listened quietly while Cluck slipped on another set and handed extras to Eames and Logan. THey all shared glances as they listened to the conversation inside. Bobby didn't mind sharing glances with the detective he'd never met before. His day was finally turning around with the attractive women he had come in contact with today. "Its her," he whispered. "I'll try calling the phone again." Det. Cluck said. "She answered!" She handed the phone to Goren who suprisingly passed it to Eames. "Nicole?" she asked. Unfortunately,

Logan yank the phone out of Eames hand. "What the hell you think your doing?" He yelled to Nicole.
Goren pulled the phone out of Logan's hand.Put his hand over the reciever,"Logan, now isn't the time for this."
Everyone was staring at the two of them now. Both badly bruised and covered in bandages fighting over a phone.
Eames took back the reciever" Nicole, is that you?"
"Well, Well, if it isn't rent a womb" Nicole replied.
"Nicole, you need to release the hostages and come out." trying to remain calm, replied Eames.
"Not until I get what I want," snickered Nicole."
"What is that" asked Eames.
"Well I found out, as I am sure Bubby found out, I am not carrying his baby, I want to know who's Baby this is and they won't tell me" yelled Nicole.
"Nicole, just come out and we can talk about it, we have the father here and he wants to talk to you too." said Eames.
Logan gave a look to Eames. Eames avoided eye contact with Logan.

Fortunately....