The sentencing hearing was held the following Tuesday. Burrows didn't need much time to consider his decision. No one chose to speak up at the hearing to ask for leniency for the defendant, except her lawyer. The judge didn't buy a word of it. She had him snowed and Burrows knew it. He wasn't surprised to see that Goren wasn't there. Carver explained to him what had happened at the detective's last encounter with her and he didn't blame the man one bit. He was also not surprised to see Eames and Logan were there again. This would be a good session for them.
He cleared his throat and said, "Ms. Wallace, I have reviewed the transcripts of this entire trial, including everything that was entered into evidence. There is no doubt in my mind that your considerable psychopathy makes you a serious danger to others. The fact that you have no regard for human life and even less regard for the men and women whose job it is to enforce the law and protect innocent lives leaves me no option but to give you the maximum sentence of life in a maximum security facility to be determined by the Department of Corrections, without the possibility of parole." He brought down his gavel. "This court is adjourned."
"May God have mercy on her soul," Logan muttered.
"Why would he?" Eames answered. "She belongs to Satan."
His face was grim as he watched the guards take her away. It didn't escape his attention that there were four of them. Softly, he said, "Is Carver going to indict her for that murder the day she tried to escape?"
"He hasn't said."
"Bobby will be called to testify if he does."
"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it. If he must, he will."
Logan sighed. "Um, do you mind if I invite myself over for dinner?"
"Not at all. Why are you asking? You never do any other time."
He smiled. "I don't know. I just felt like asking."
She laughed and gave him a gentle shove toward the doors.
Goren walked into Delaney's and looked around. Mike was back by the pool tables, sitting on a stool and waiting for him. He stopped at the bar for a boilermaker, then headed back to the tables. "Hey, sorry I'm late."
"No, actually, Tommy wanted me to play with him."
"Both kids have your energy, man, and that's scary."
"That's what Alex tells me."
Logan racked the balls and chose his cuestick. As usual, he made the first break. One ball dropped into the right corner pocket. "Um, can I ask you a question?"
"What's it like...to be in love?"
Goren frowned. "What do you mean 'what's it like'?"
"Just what I said. What's it feel like?"
Goren leaned back against the wall and let his mind drift. What was it like to be in love? "I, uh, I'm not sure how to answer that, Mike. For a long time it was torture."
"Pleasure and pain."
"You could have had more pleasure than pain if you weren't so damn stubborn."
"We've been around and around about this. We feel differently about things. I...I couldn't. Not while she was married."
"Not even her?"
"No. Not even her."
Logan shook his head. "I don't get that."
"You never will. It's ancient history, anyway."
"You brought it up."
"Well, now give me the answer I'm looking for."
He sank another ball and walked around the table while Goren turned back into his thoughts. He missed the next shot and leaned against the wall beside his friend, gently nudging him. "Hey...come back to Earth. It's your shot."
Goren looked at him blankly for a moment, then his eyes cleared. "What? Oh...my shot?"
"Yeah. What gives?"
"I was thinking."
Logan shook his head. "You scare me sometimes. I thought it was a simple question."
He walked around the table. "You thought wrong."
"I forgot that there's no such thing as a simple question with you."
How could he ever explain how he felt about Alex using mere words? He sank his ball and moved back around the table. "Haven't you ever been in love?"
"I thought so. Now I'm not so sure."
"What's the difference?"
Logan sighed, absently watching as Goren sank another ball. What was the difference? Plunk. Another ball. "Do you remember when we played pool on your birthday five-and-a-half years ago?"
Goren stopped in mid-shot. He stood up and leaned on the cuestick. "I remember playing pool."
"You remember how smashed you got?"
He was a lot drunker than Eames ever knew he was. "Yeah. Why?"
"How did that happen? You're a helluva player, but you couldn't sink a ball that night to save your life. Why was that?"
He answered with just one word. "Eames."
"Right. I watched you guys all night, and the only thing I could think was 'What the hell is up with them?' It was so damn obvious that night how you both felt about each other. But then the next morning...you were almost strangers. And it wasn't because of what happened at my place because you never remembered it. She did...and it was always a memory she cherished."
"You need to ask her that."
"What's your point, Mike?"
"My point is, after seeing you then, and watching you over the last few years...why is it so hard for you to tell me what that's like?"
"It's hard because I can't put it into words. I...I don't know how to describe it. I-I've never felt anything like it before. Not even close."
"All those girls you took home..."
"Hell. That wasn't love. That was desperation...pure physical need. There was no emotion involved. Sex isn't love. At least it wasn't then...or any time before that. I just...never knew it."
"So what makes it different?"
"What's up with you? Why are you so interested in what love is?"
"How the hell am I supposed to know if I'm in love if I don't know what it's supposed to feel like?"
Goren studied him. "In love?"
"Yeah. In love."
Goren got thoughtful again and Logan groaned to himself. He watched his friend as he picked up his cuestick and studied the table again. Crack. Plunk. Another ball sank from sight. "What happens when she touches you?" Goren asked as he rounded the table, keeping his eyes focused on the balls.
"It's almost like my brain turns to mush. I forget how to think."
"And when she kisses you?"
"The world implodes."
Goren nodded and sank another ball. He raised his eyes to look at Logan. "And when you have sex?"
"Don't put it like that, man. It's more than that. It actually...means something."
"Has it ever meant anything before?"
Logan thought about it as Goren lined up his next shot. Plunk. "Not like this. It was never like this."
"When you look at her...is it...painful to look away?"
"Yeah, I guess you could say that."
Goren's smile was gentle. "You're in love with your partner, man."
Logan sighed heavily. "I was afraid of that. It gets worse...or maybe it's better. I really can't decide."
He leaned over the table. "What's better, or worse, than being in love?"
"Having a baby with her."
Goren raised his eyes to look at Logan. "You've got to be kidding."
"For once, I wish I was."
He straightened away from the table, the look on his face unreadable. "You got her pregnant?"
"And you haven't jumped away from her?"
"Actually, I stepped in closer."
"Yeah...you're in love. That's a good thing, Mike."
Logan nodded slowly. "I really think it is. Is something wrong with me? I should be scared shitless, but I'm not."
"Why do you think that is?"
"Maybe I'm still in shock. I've been watching you and Alex, and I always thought it was great, what you guys have. I also always thought it was never meant for me. Now...well, maybe I was wrong. Now...I'm facing the prospect of having my own family and...and it's a good feeling. I'm looking forward to it. I've noticed over the past year or so that women don't turn my head any more. Not like they used to. And I have no thoughts of being with anyone else." He smiled. "I haven't been so envious of you. I've been more settled."
"Is that what it is?"
Logan laughed. "So what do I do now?"
Goren leaned back over the table and sank another ball. "You buy a ring."
"What the hell makes you think she'd ever marry me?"
"What do you think they're doing when we're here shooting pool and getting drunk?"
"Watching chick flicks?"
Goren laughed. "Among other things. One of those things is talking about us. Love is a two way street, Mike. What makes you think she doesn't love you at least as much as you love her?"
"I guess I just never thought about it. Does she?"
"Hello? This is Barek we're talking about."
"Yeah, and if you don't talk to her, she's going to wipe up the island with you." He pointed across the table with his cuestick. "Eight ball, side pocket."
Logan hadn't really even been paying attention. "When the hell did you sink all the damn balls?"
"When you weren't looking, I guess."
Crack...plunk. He grinned at Logan, who shook his head. "Dammit, Bobby..."
Eames stirred in her sleep when she felt him slide into the bed beside her. He nestled up close and kissed her neck. She actually liked the smell of his cologne intermingled with the beer on his breath. "Why didn't you tell me?" he whispered.
"Tell you what?"
"She asked me not to, until she had a chance to tell him."
He rested his head against hers, gently kissing her ear. "He didn't react the way I would have expected him to."
"That's what she said."
"And what about you?"
"What about me?"
"Don't mess with me, Eames. I'm too drunk to play games."
She laughed softly. "I thought he would be okay with it."
"Because I have been watching him with Maggie and Tommy all their lives. He adores them, and he's great with them. And they think the world of him. How many times have I told you he'd make a great dad?" When he didn't answer, she said, "It was a rhetorical question, Bobby. Don't try counting them."
He laughed softly. "So, you think it's a good thing?"
"Yes, I do. Don't you?"
"I guess so. As long as he's okay with it..."
"And what about her?"
"It's your job to handle her, Alex. I have my hands full with Mike."
"I'm sure he feels the same way about you."
"I know he does."
She laughed and kissed him, enjoying the taste of him, as she always did. Her light kiss quickly deepened and his arms tightened around her, pulling her body snug against his. When she pulled back from the kiss, she shifted her position and pulled his head to rest against her chest. Gently, she caressed his hair, running her fingers along the side of his face and across his forehead. His hand gently rubbed her stomach. "It'll be a good thing," she whispered. "They'll be great parents. And maybe Mike will grow up after all."
"Nah," he murmured sleepily. "He'll never grow up. That's why he'll be a great dad."
She laughed softly. "Maybe you're right."
It wasn't much longer before his hand stopped moving and his breathing slowed and deepened. With a warm, loving smile, she kissed his head. "Good night, Bobby," she whispered, snuggling into his body and drifting off to sleep.
A/N: Okay, this chapter was for all of you who asked for Logan and Barek to have a baby. I hadn't really considered it until lots of requests for it began coming in. And since I do like to keep my readers happy and interested...well, this was for you :-) Will there be more? Stay tuned...