She was back on the job and it felt great. Her arm remained in a sling but least she was here. They had just received the call of a homicide with some irregularity. Eames was cool and collected about most cases but something about this one had her stomach tumbling. She quickly wrote it off as back to work jitters.

"Alex, can we talk?" Bobby asked. The question caught her slightly off guard. For one thing, he had used her first name, something he rarely did. "What about?" she asked nervously. She noticed he looked like he hadn't slept. "The shooting." he said, face hardening fast. She didn't know what to say. "Bobby, it's over. Let's put it in our past." she said after a long silence, trying to display closure. He saw right through the charade like he always did. "Alex, I'm so sorry, I put you in pain. I almost lost you..." he said, his voice trailing off. What was going on? Bobby Goren looked liked like he was about to cry! They pulled over at a stoplight and he began to rub his neck. She took his other hand in hers. That drew his attention abruptly and their eyes locked. "I will never blame you, don't forget that. I did, and always will, trust you with my life. You didn't kill me." she said. He leaned in and hugged her. His large arms wrapped around her small frame. She had finally, really, forgiven him.