FIC: Payoff (Barek/Eames) Law & Order: Criminal Intent

Feb. 23rd, 2006 | 05:56 pm
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Title: Payoff
Author: Rysler
Date: 02/22/06
Source: Law and Order: Criminal Intent
Pairing: Barek/Eames
Notes: ~1200 words, for omiceti for guns & microscopes.
Summary: Barek leaned over Eames's shoulder, "You know... Real detectives use magnifying glasses."
"I'm driving," Eames said.

* * *

Barek was sitting on the edge of Eames's desk, leaning over toward the center. Eames was holding a crime scene photograph so that both of them could see it. The photograph showed the rear left corner of a car, with its bumper hanging halfway to the concrete floor, and no other markings or plates.

"Ford Taurus, 2006," Eames announced.

Barek shook her head. "Mercury Sable."

Eames furrowed her brow. "They're the same car."

Barek tapped the lower corner of the bumper.

Eames leaned closer. "Serial number."


"But, ladies," said Deakins, walking up behind him. "Where was it made?"

Eames glanced at Barek, who grinned. "Atlanta," they said together.

Deakins chuckled, and then looked around the squad. "Didn't you two used to have different partners?"

"They're in the coffee room."

Deakins sighed. "Something always gets broken when they go in there."

"It's always an accident," Eames said, mumbling as she rotated the picture and tried to get a closer look at the serial number on the bumper.

"They haven't run out of things to compete over?"

"I think they're quantifying their arrests by charge, sentence, and parole. I offered to write them a database, but they said that would take the fun out of it," said Barek.

Eames snorted. "They just didn't want you to be right."

Barek shrugged.

The sound of ceramic shattering against aluminum came from the coffee room. Deakins winced. Eames put her face in her hand. Barek continued to look smug.

"Look, Taylor and Bonasera were supposed to go to a forensics conference today, but they're on a case in Jersey and they aren't going to make it back. Eames is next on the list for training slots, and I could send you together."

"Forensics?" Barek looked dismayed.

"It'll count for your professional development for the year."

"I'm in," Eames said, still looking at the photograph.

Barek squinted.

Deakins smiled. "It's at the Days Inn Brooklyn."

"Then I guess I'm there."

Deakins dropped the forms on Eames's desk, next to her elbow, and headed for the coffee room.

Barek leaned over Eames's shoulder, "You know... Real detectives use magnifying glasses."

"I'm driving," Eames said.

* * *

Barek settled into the passenger's seat. Eames started the ignition. "Tunnel?"

"Bridge." Barek clicked her seatbelt.

Eames eased out of the parking space, and reached for the stereo. Barek's hand on hers stopped her. "No songs," she said.


Barek dropped her hand and settled back against the headrest. Eames drove out of the parking garage, and turned toward the Brooklyn Bridge. Barek blinked at the first sign of the water, glittering bright in the morning sun. She turned away from it and looked at Eames, who was more like stone, smooth and worn and hard.

Eames spoke. "Do you know anything about forensics?"

"I know how to read a report. But I never saw a report win a trial."

"The evidence means what we want it to mean. As Bobby would say, everything's symbolic."

"Of childhood trauma?" Barek chuckled at the ceiling.

"Of course."

"We probably shouldn't discuss this at a forensics conference."

"Right. Follow the hunch and not the evidence doesn't play at the Days Inn Brooklyn."

"The mean streets are for digging up dirtbags, not dirt."

Eames pulled down the visor to shield her eyes from the glare. The car passed over the middle of the bridge. She drummed her thumbs on the steering wheel, and said, "It took me a long time to learn intuition, and people. To trust things I didn't read."

"I learned how to play people pretty quickly. It was figuring out why to play them that took some time. I was always ambitious. Just not so much goal-oriented."

Eames chuckled. "My dad was a cop. I knew what I wanted. But he never actually told me what he did all day. But you, from Brooklyn all the way to the bureau. I guess you learned the system pretty well."

"Yeah, well, I never had to work vice." Barek's voice was hard, and she looked away, out at the water. She winced at her own reflection in the window.

"Must be nice to be a liberated woman," Eames finally said, her voice quiet, carefully under control. Barek had seen her lose her temper before, but never at one of them.

Barek sighed. "Must be."

"I was too smart for vice. It made me bitter."

"I was too smart for the FBI. Does that make major case a promotion or demotion?" Barek laughed, and tapped her forehead against the glass.

Eames pulled the car onto 4th Avenue. "I don't know. It's the first place where I've felt the criminals have dirtier hands than I do," she said. She heard Barek's hissed sigh.

"So you'll stay," Barek said.

"I'll stay with Bobby." Eames glanced at Barek in time to see her nod. Barek's face had lines and wrinkles that spoke as much about weariness and age, as if New York City's ash had stained. her hair black and her skin gray. Eames knew she looked the same under the dye she disguised herself with. Vice and one police plaza and the bureau were behind them, across the bridge. But Brooklyn still loomed, welcoming them back, swallowing them up. She asked, "You?"

"I'll stay with you."

Barek's black eyes unwaveringly gazed ahead, not offering any sentiment to her words. Eames smiled. The Days Inn sign appeared ahead of them.

"Home sweet home. Hey, do we get credit for this thing if we don't show up?"

"I think so. Our names are already down," Eames said.

"Want to break a rule?"

"I'd prefer if you'd rephrase that as 'Do I want to go to a conference?'" Eames said. She drove past the hotel, and turned right, heading for the cemetery. She flashed her badge at the gate, and pulled into an authorized access only road that curved through the quiet trees. When the car faced the city again, tall buildings peaking over the trees, clean and shining under a clear sky, Eames turned off the ignition.

"So, what did you do when you played hookey?"

Barek smirked, and rested her hands on the dashboard. "We'd go out to the woods behind school and make out. What did you used to do in the nice neighborhoods?"

Eames unbuckled her seatbelt. "Pretty much the same thing."

Barek glanced at her. "Want to feel young again?"

"Not so much," Eames said, leaning across the seat. "As I want to feel you."

Barek ducked her chin to meet Eames's kiss, gentle and slow against her mouth. She let the touch linger, brushing her lower lip across Eames's upper lip, testing the softness. Eames growled and cupped Barek's cheek. Barek laughed. She broke the kiss, but put her hand over Eames's, holding the cool fingers to her skin.

"Do you think this will improve our working relationship?"

Eames tilted her head to the side. "I think it already has." She used her thumb to stroke Barek's cheek.

"That's an excellent working theory," Barek said, and kissed the corner of Eames's mouth, briefly, leaning into the pressure Eames's hand exerted on her face.

"Call it intuition," Eames said.

"It always pays off."

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From: shonn
Date: Feb. 23rd, 2006 - 11:21 pm

Did I mention I like how you present Eames' confidence in her own intelligence? Very nicely played.

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From: rysler
Date: Feb. 23rd, 2006 - 11:24 pm

Thanks! Eames is like, the smuggest person ever.

I love your icon. And its sentiment.

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From: shonn
Date: Feb. 23rd, 2006 - 11:28 pm

Thanks. I just noticed your icon. Funny!

I like that Eames is smug. She has to be to put up with Goren.

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From: lolly_a_holic
Date: Feb. 24th, 2006 - 12:57 am

I fear I have a new fave pairing emerging... You rock my dear, very well written, and very in character :)

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From: joran
Date: Feb. 24th, 2006 - 01:29 am

Thank you! I've always loved Eames. It's just a matter of finding her the right woman.

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From: lolly_a_holic
Date: Feb. 24th, 2006 - 10:31 am

And so...is Barek the right woman in your opinion? I think they are adorable :)

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From: mrswoman
Date: Feb. 24th, 2006 - 01:07 am

Hey, I've come to join you if that's ok? Daren't miss out on all the BOP fic you are going to write in 2006 :)

And if you're going to write like this I'm not going to be disappointed. I've only found this pairing during the ficathon and don't claim to know the characters but from what I have learned these past few days this is pretty spot on. I loved it :)

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From: joran
Date: Feb. 24th, 2006 - 01:31 am

Thank you! I don't know if I'll ever write more Barek/Eames, but there will definitely be plenty of Birds of Prey for you. As soon as all this One Year Later crap gets figured out.

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