AN: Kay, thanks for the reviews, you have no idea how buzzed it makes me! Just wanted to tell my second kind reviewer that this part should 'splainy the whole not recognising Dr. Reid as being part of the FBI and all.
Thanks again!
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The room was blurred; she hadn't had time to grab her contacts or glasses. Bee was still frozen and she felt like she'd been there for an age. Realistically, she knew that it had been only around half and hour but with her impaired sight giving her a headache and the draughty room (plus scant dress) the pain in her head and freezing toes was all she could dwell on; and time was a sadistic fuck like that, it went so much slower in these scenarios.
Bee had had enough, moving into a cross-legged position on the table, she tucked her robe so that nothing was flashing, and began to regulate her breathing. Her energy was centred and she calmed.
The opening of the door behind her caused her eyes to fly open and in a moment, she was on her feet again. Bee stood straight and looked her guest unflinchingly in the eye.
"So you've stopped ignoring me." It should have been a question but she said it as a scolding remark.
The man, the one from the bathroom earlier froze as he walked in the door and looked just as uncertain as the first time they'd encountered each other. Bee felt his eyes roam her body but it was in a methodical rather than a lecherous manner.
"You're cold."
"Well done, tell the FBI from me that you're a keeper."
He smiled a little bit at that and Bee was shocked, shouldn't he have been all angry and high-and-mighty? Bee stepped back as he moved towards her. He slowed, seeing her hesitancy and took off his jacket, keeping his gestures and body open to her view. Once the jacket was removed he stepped nearer and draped it around her shoulders.
"Thank you," Bee said, eyes round and slightly damp, taken aback once more.