OOM: An invitation extended.

[fanofthegenre]

It's been a while since she's run into Jack in the bar.

Mostly, she's trying to chalk that up to her own increasingly busy schedule and the fact that the holiday season tends to bring out the worst in people - which, coincidentally, leads to more murders, and that means her workload has reached a staggering high.

She comes in through her door today on a mission, though, after a fairly successful decorating of her apartment and shopping excursion with Kate. She'd brought up the subject of potentially inviting Jack to New York for Christmas, since the idea of knowing he's Bound from leaving through his own door depresses her a little.

Kate had seemed supportive, and Bar appears to be as well; Beckett doesn't even need to ask before she's being provided with a note that informs her of Jack's whereabouts. She bundles up to find him down by the lake, her own breath appearing in front of her and dissipating away into the chilled air. She doesn't try to sneak up on him. Besides, she has a feeling it'd be hard to do that successfully, anyway.

"Heard you were out here."

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[trigger_man]

"No, I'd like to. I can't really think of anything I absolutely don't want to do. I could probably use a couple days to decide what I do, though."

[fanofthegenre]

"Take all the time you need, of course."

She suddenly wishes she'd brought a pair of gloves along.

"Aren't you cold out here?"

[trigger_man]

"Yeah, but when you head outside in the winter, you kind of have to expect that," he says, clenching and unclenching his hands in his pockets.

[fanofthegenre]

"Feel like heading back inside?"

She nods her head in the direction of the bar.

"I'll buy you a drink."

[trigger_man]

"You've found my weakness, Beckett," he says, though his smile is about as transparent as the observation window. "Free drinks."

[fanofthegenre]

"If I'd known that, I could've gotten you to agree to come inside sooner."

She cups her hands together and blows into her palms.

[trigger_man]

"Well, now you know," he says, turning on his heel. "Though I expect you to use that knowledge for good, not for evil."

[fanofthegenre]

She holds up a hand in mock silent oath.

"You bet."