"Every single morning," she dryly answers, sliding into her side and settling back against the seat, resting her bag on her knees.

There's something about a cab ride in the city though, this early in the morning, that possesses the kind of relaxing lull which soothes her. Combined with the massage from earlier and the fact that the heat inside the cabin isn't actually set to a raging degree, it's a cozy atmosphere to head home to.

Beckett momentarily turns her gaze out towards her window, lost in thought.