"Oh, they're all on speed dial for moments exactly like this one," she replies.

He makes his apology, but she's already there to reassure him, putting her beer down to adjust the collar of his coat and then stepping back, smoothing her hands down the length of his arms and giving his hands a small squeeze.

"It's fine. At any rate, it's probably better you try to spare the place from looking like a tornado ripped through it sooner rather than later. And I'll call you the minute I find out about another case, okay?" Beckett squeezes his hands again, then releases them completely.

"Go."