http://noheatnikki.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] noheatnikki.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] taxonomites2010-11-21 09:57 pm

Case #3 [Visual | Location: Shelley]

Kate had been pacing in her room since she recovered from the glitch, trying to determine how to best address the situation. She was pretty mortified by her actions, especially with her "family." She wasn't sure how to act around Reid at all, not to mention the way she'd completely mothered River and Ax. Finally, Kate turned on the tablet, then cleared her throat and took a deep breath before she spoke.

"So, uh...I realize now that I was glitched. Needless to say, I had no idea what was going on, though it seems like I was only one of a few who didn't...you know what, that doesn't even matter.

I just...I want to say thank you to everyone who knew about the glitch and showed me kindness. Especially Spe-Reid, River, and Ax. I...just thank you."

Kate buried her face in her hands.

"I kind of wish I didn't remember everything that happened."

[location: shelley]

[identity profile] numbersnfigures.livejournal.com 2010-11-22 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
Spencer had of course heard Beckett's broadcast. In fact, he had heard her making the broadcast as well as heard her pacing around her room at night. He had grown strangely accustomed to sleeping with someone else in bed with him. Beckett's body warmth was comforting in a way. Last night had been difficult for him.

In the morning, they had caught glances with each other over the coffee pot and Spencer turned the color of a tomato. Instead of talking about what needed to be discussed, they talked about everything- the weather, Spencer's work, Beckett's attempts to find such- and then disappeared into their respective rooms, where Spencer contemplated this by staring at his wall. He finally stirred when he saw Beckett over the tablet and now he stood outside of her door, his hand paused to knock, unsure if he was ready for this.

Finally, he let his hand drop.

[location: shelley]

[identity profile] numbersnfigures.livejournal.com 2010-11-22 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
"Hey.. uh.. Beckett..."

Spencer stood there like a deer in headlights. Why in the world had he done this? Did he actually have anything planned to say to her? He had to admit though, he was much more comfortable being able to call her Beckett again.

"So.. um.. I... saw your broadcast over the tablet."

Brilliant. So did most of Taxon, Spencer.

[location: shelley]

[identity profile] numbersnfigures.livejournal.com 2010-11-22 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
Spencer sat uncomfortably.

"Y-Yeah... we should..."

He looked everywhere but at her eyes. Knocking on her door had been a stupid idea.

[location: shelley]

[identity profile] numbersnfigures.livejournal.com 2010-11-22 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah. I.. um.. I couldn't."

Couldn't wasn't the same as not wanting to. Truthfully he didn't want to. Well. Perhaps. No. No, no, no. This was dangerous. Every time Spencer allowed an emotion to peek through, he carefully tucked it back away so as not to get stomped on.

[location: shelley]

[identity profile] numbersnfigures.livejournal.com 2010-11-22 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, um, y-yeah, sure you can ask me... s-something..."

Somehow this was growing increasingly more awkward rather than less. He bit his lip and picked at his fingernails - anything to keep from looking at Kate.

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[identity profile] tailblade.livejournal.com 2010-11-22 04:42 pm (UTC)(link)
There is no need to apologize. The circumstances were beyond your control.

Also, you were very good at creating delicious meals.

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[identity profile] tailblade.livejournal.com 2010-11-22 08:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[Excitement!] Can you make chili?

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[identity profile] tailblade.livejournal.com 2010-11-22 10:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Thank you for the invitation, Ms. Beckett.

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[identity profile] iminmynightie.livejournal.com 2010-11-22 05:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Kind of embarrassing, huh? You and I were members of the Happy Housewives Club.

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[identity profile] iminmynightie.livejournal.com 2010-11-22 08:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Think I do, yeah. At least, I can't recall any blank spots. What about you?

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[identity profile] iminmynightie.livejournal.com 2010-11-23 01:25 am (UTC)(link)
Ohhh. [She's guessing she and her hubby-but-not-really got cozy.] Well, hey, it's not like it's your fault. You weren't really in control of yourself, you know?

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[identity profile] iminmynightie.livejournal.com 2010-11-23 07:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Hmm, yeah, that doesn't sound like something a gift basket can fix. Have you talked to him at all since we all went back to normal?

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