Beckett follows him to the door, arms crossed over her front until he finds a way to take one of her hands in his own.

Sharing a meal together is nothing new, but this feels different than Thai take-out and early morning trips to Java Loft before they reach the scene of a crime. Given everything that's happened recently, the invitation now almost sort of feels like a--

"Dinner," Beckett says, interrupting her mind's thought process, "would be great."