Dealers and Money: Ch. 1
Rating: G Nothing bad in this chapter
A/N: Sorry this is such a short chapter, but it has to set up for the next chapter. This is also a fic about repercussions from the episode Stray.
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It was late, and as usual Bobby Goren was still working. Pouring over photos and reports from the latest crime scene he desperately tried to make sense of it all. Where did the suspects fit into it all? Which one could have been so violent? He looked up at the clock. It was after midnight. He groaned. It was way past time to leave. Bobby grudgingly closed up his notebook, grabbed his suite jacket, and headed towards the parking lot.
He mentally kicked himself as he walked to his car as he thought about the early day he had in the morning anyway. Eames was coming back, and he was most definitely planning on being early for this great event. The hellish few weeks with Bishop just reminded Bobby of how much he appreciated Alex Eames. He had come to some understandings with Bishop, but it was even clearer than ever before that Eames was his perfect partner. So much of their personality was so different that they just about made one perfect cop. Bobby wasn't one for talking to the first officers, Eames didn't mind. He liked to get up close and personal with the victims, and she didn't mind. She liked to drive, and he didn't mind. He was the great interrogator, and she was the best at keeping up with his sudden style changes. She was the one who didn't mind a little physical action. Bobby liked to use his brain. The only pitfall for both was that neither of them particularly loved paperwork. He smiled to himself. Yes, tomorrow was going to be a good day for Bobby Goren. Or so he thought.
Bobby unlocked his car door when everything suddenly went black.
Rating: G Nothing bad in this chapter
A/N: Sorry this is such a short chapter, but it has to set up for the next chapter. This is also a fic about repercussions from the episode Stray.
Disclaimer:
It was late, and as usual Bobby Goren was still working. Pouring over photos and reports from the latest crime scene he desperately tried to make sense of it all. Where did the suspects fit into it all? Which one could have been so violent? He looked up at the clock. It was after midnight. He groaned. It was way past time to leave. Bobby grudgingly closed up his notebook, grabbed his suite jacket, and headed towards the parking lot.
He mentally kicked himself as he walked to his car as he thought about the early day he had in the morning anyway. Eames was coming back, and he was most definitely planning on being early for this great event. The hellish few weeks with Bishop just reminded Bobby of how much he appreciated Alex Eames. He had come to some understandings with Bishop, but it was even clearer than ever before that Eames was his perfect partner. So much of their personality was so different that they just about made one perfect cop. Bobby wasn't one for talking to the first officers, Eames didn't mind. He liked to get up close and personal with the victims, and she didn't mind. She liked to drive, and he didn't mind. He was the great interrogator, and she was the best at keeping up with his sudden style changes. She was the one who didn't mind a little physical action. Bobby liked to use his brain. The only pitfall for both was that neither of them particularly loved paperwork. He smiled to himself. Yes, tomorrow was going to be a good day for Bobby Goren. Or so he thought.
Bobby unlocked his car door when everything suddenly went black.