"Hey Agent Reynolds. You okay?" Gillian asks as she looks up from her desk and sees the FBI agent hovering in the doorway of her office.
"I... Can I come in?" he asks.
"Sure. Take a seat," she offers.
He comes into the room tentatively, sitting in one of the chairs across from her desk.
"It turns out I'll be around for a while," he begins. "As part of the retainer with the FBI."
She smiles widely, tucking a stray lock of golden brown hair behind her ear.
"I've heard," she says. "I think you'll be good to have around."
"Yeah?"
He phrases it as a question, but he's not looking for an answer. He merely rubs at the stubble on his chin and looks up at her.
"Lightman. How do you deal with him?" He asks, seriously.
She sighs, standing from her spot behind her desk to take the seat next to Reynolds.
"He read you, didn't he? Gathered some secret or something?" she asks.
"How did you know?" he gulps.
"He does that to everyone," she says, waving the hand of her uninjured arm nonchalantly.
"He do that to you?"
"Oh, many times. But, it comes from a good place believe it or not."
"He has no boundaries."
Gillian's face softens.
"He believes in the truth," she shrugs. "Digs it out only because he thinks it will help. And I bet it did, probably worked you up just enough to power you through your work."
He thinks for a moment before reluctantly agreeing.
"Thanks Dr. Foster," he says.
She gives him a tight-lipped smile and a single nod in acknowledgement.
"Oh, and Agent Reynolds," she says, resting a hand over his for a brief moment.
"If you ever want to talk about it."
She gestures in clear invitation, and shrugs as if to say whatever he wants is okay.
He smiles. He likes this Dr. Foster. Maybe it wont be so bad working here after all.