The second time Rick walked into the 12th Precinct, it was to deliver a book to Detective Beckett, not that she was a fan, and to possibly sneak some notes out of her case file. He felt like he was entitled to. The murderer was a copycat of his books after all. He walked jauntily through the foyer, signed in, and made his way up to the homicide floor. He managed to do the majority of his sneaking around before Detective Beckett arrived, and when she did, she wasn't particularly impressed to see him. Perhaps it was the case file he was still holding that did it.
"What are you doing?" she demanded, stalking over and snatching the file out of his hands.
"It's a novelist's habit," Rick replied, "Looking through other people's mail, checking their medicine cabinets."
"Why are you still here?" Beckett asked.
"I just came by to give you this," he replied, passing her the book, which was packed in a box. "It's a little something to memorialise our brief partnership. Don't look so suspicious. Go on, open it."
She pulled the lid off the box to reveal Storm Fall, his latest book.
"I got you an advance copy. I even signed it to you. Not that you're a fan."
"Thanks," Beckett said. "That's actually kind of... sweet."
"Well..." Rick began.
"Well," Beckett repeated.
"It was nice to have met you, Detective Beckett," Rick said. He kissed her gently on the cheek, and walked away from her, knowing it probably wouldn't be long until he saw her again.
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