Reese pulled his jacket tighter around himself as he walked through the park. The mid- October nights had become, almost, frigid. Today, Reese had slept on the plane on his return flight home, and couldn't coax himself to sleep once he arrived home. The newly formed habit of walking at night seemed to help the reoccurring insomnia that has recently plagued him, and he didn't mind the cold. In his nightly wonderings, Reese had discovered that there was no one out, and the walk had a rather calming effect. When Reese came upon the river that ran through the park, he noticed a figure upon the bridge. The trees obscured much of his view, and the rustic street lamps left the area a bit dark, but Reese could definitely make out the figure of a person past the benches. Any person out in the park drew his attention due to the late hour, but Reese became increasingly bothered as he observed that this person was on the wrong side of bridge.

Swiftly, Reese made his way to the bridge while the cool air bit his cheeks. The taste of adrenaline filled his mouth as Reese's heart thumped wildly in his chest. The woman, he found, was hanging on to the railing looking down into the river. "Hey! Hey, are you ok?" Reese called out. The woman jumped at the sound of his voice, and clutched the railing tighter. "It's ok. It's ok. I'm not going to hurt you. I'm not going to hurt you," Reese assured her, slightly panicked that he may frighten her enough to make her lose her grip. Keeping his eyes on the woman, Reese felt around his pants' and jacket pockets to find his credentials. "My name is Reese Andrews. I'm with the FBI," Reese explained as he approached her and extended his credentials towards her.

The girl stood frozen from fear and cold. As Reese got a closer look, he noticed the tear stains down her face and red and swollen eyes. Her curly hair was unrestrained, and went in every different direction. "I… I was just trying to … trying to see the river," she stammered. She took a moment to take in the man in front of her as Reese glanced down to assess the river below. The young man was tall and a bit thin, and his sandy blonde hair was a bit long. He looked very young, with a boyish manner about him. He wore dark jeans, Converse sneakers, a button up shirt and tie, with a cardigan over it. The whole outfit may have made it look like he was wearing his grandfather's clothes, but it was more than likely that he intentionally wore what he did to make it seem like he was older.

"I understand," Reese responded as he fumbled, trying to place his credentials back in his pocket while not taking his eyes off the woman in front of him. "I'm just afraid you're going to slip and fall. Let me help you," he offered his hand. The curly haired woman stared at him for what seemed like forever. "I'm not going to hurt you, I promise," he assured her again.

Tentatively the woman took his hand and let him pull her over the railing. She stumbled into him, her body weak from holding on to the railing. Reese held her upright close to him and could feel her body trembling. "Are you ok?" Reese asked her.

The woman looked up at Reese and stammered, "Yeah, I'm fine."

Reese let go of the woman for long enough to take of his jacket and wrap it around her. "You must be freezing," he remarked he felt her tremble. "There's a coffee shop open late just down the road. Let me buy you a cup of coffee," Reese offered. He was too afraid of letting her go, and wanted to make sure this woman was safe.

The woman pulled away from him, and looked around. "I… uh… I don't think…" she started. Even though the man did show her a government ID, it didn't necessarily mean that it was a good idea to go off alone with him.

"I just want to make sure you're ok," Reese assured her. Her body still tense, the curly haired woman nodded in agreement. "If I'm going to buy you coffee, I should probably know your name," Reese laughed.

"Genevieve," she chattered.

The walk to the coffee shop was mostly a quiet one. Reese attempted to fill the silence by introducing himself, and giving a few obscure facts about the history of the park and the city. Once the couple entered the coffee shop, the warmth and smell of the coffee evoked a wave of fatigue upon Genevieve. Reese ushered Genevieve to the counter and asked her what she wanted. Genevieve was too focused on her environment to pay attention, but, out of the corner of her eye, Genevieve tried to focus on Reese. She tried to take into account the way he moved and his breathing pattern. Ultimately, she was trying to determine if he was a threat, but everything about him screamed genuine. "Genevieve," Reese called to her as he moved downward to place himself in her line of sight. She tensed and inhaled sharply, clearly on edge. Reese's clear eyes, and crystalline voice, held her in place and drew her in.

She managed to wake herself up enough to give her order to the cashier. Reese escorted Genevieve and their beverages to a small table in the corner. Reese got a better look at Genevieve in the light of the coffee shop. She looked exhausted with swollen, dark circles under her eyes. Reese couldn't help but notice, however, how green her eyes looked under the backdrop of the redness that infiltrated them. The color of her eyes made his heart stop, and he instantly felt a twinge of guilt. Although they were beautiful, it was only her tears that accentuated their color. Despite her disheveled appearance, Reese couldn't help but notice how beautiful Genevieve was. Her skin was clear, and curvy body couldn't be hidden under the clothes that she wore.

"It's a little bit late to be out looking at the river," Reese commented.

With a slight smirk, Genevieve's green eyes peered into his and retorted, "It's a little late to be walking around a park."

Reese smirked into his tea cup. "I, uh… have a lot going on at work. I needed to clear my head," he explained.

"I guess I needed to clear my head too," Genevieve admitted.

Geneviève also began to feel more comfortable with Reese. He even managed to make her smile a few times. Reese seemed to know everything about everything, and it intrigued her. She wanted to stay up all night just to ask him questions about all of the things she didn't know that she didn't know. Genevieve began to wake up, and the anxiety and fear she felt dissipated. She had been so afraid of what she might do, and began to feel more comfortable with herself again.

She finally admitted, "I wasn't going to jump." Reese stared at her, tongue moving across his lips in thought. "I mean… I wanted to," she continued, tears beginning to well in her eyes again. "Maybe that's why I was crying. Because I wanted to, but I couldn't. Because I wanted to, but I knew that I wouldn't."

A frown appeared on Reese's face as his intense stare burrowed into her. "Do you have someone you can stay with tonight?" he asked. Genevieve shook her head in response. "Do you have someone you can call?" Reese pressed.

"I … I don't have anyone," Genevieve answered, a bit frustrated, while she wiped a tear from her cheek. "I'll be fine Reese, honestly. I'll be fine." She glanced out the window to see the indigo night sky giving way to discernable shades of lighter blue. "I should probably get home. It's getting late…. or, well, early," Genevieve joked.

As the two rose from their seats, Reese said, "I should take you home. My car is in between here and the park."

A lump formed in her throat as she physically became tense again. "Reese, I told you I'd be fine," she repeated.

"I know. I'm sure you will. I just don't feel comfortable letting a woman walk home alone in the dark," he explained.

Hesitantly, Genevieve nodded as she walked down the cold sidewalk towards the park. "Where do you live? Around here?" Reese asked.

"I live by Elm and Stanford," she replied.

Surprised, he turned to look at her. "You walked all that way?" he asked.

"I guess I didn't realize how far I had walked. And guess I didn't take into account that I'd have to walk back," she explained sheepishly.

The ride back to her apartment was mostly quiet, and Reese walked her to her front door in continued silence. Summoning the courage, Reese said, "Let me see your phone." Genevieve stared at him for a moment, not fulling understanding what he was asking and why he would need her phone. "Please," he urged.

Genevieve pulled her phone out of her pocket and handed it to him. With a few taps and swipes of his finger, Reese gave her phone back. "I programmed my number. If you need anything, just call me," he urged.

All that Genevieve could do was muster a halfhearted smile, and agree to call if she needed anything. Genevieve relaxed and let fatigue take over her body once Reese left. The little amount of time that they spent together left her exhausted. Pretending to be ok took all the energy that she had. She curled up on her bed with a fuzzy blanket and fell to sleep on a pillow that was slightly damp from her tears.