A/N: We all know how 1x06 is mostly about Reid showing his trust in Deborah, and of course the kiss, but I decided to pick out a different scene for now because I rather adore their interaction at the police station (as well as their little conversation on the street later on).
I don't know how much more I can write with the material I've got - I feel like I've been over every scene they have by now haha but I certainly won't hesitate to write more if anything comes to mind. Of course if there's a scene you'd like to see (whether real or just wishful thinking) do let me know & I'll see what I can do about it!
She had come to the police station with a heavy heart - the loss of a dear friend still piercing her chest, making it hard to breathe at times, but it also seemed to sink every time she thought of Inspector Reid. It had been her own suggestion to speak with him, not Isaac's. He had been surprised to hear of her connections to the police. She herself was still amazed at how easily she had started to trust the Inspector, trust him and value him. It had not taken her more than a handful of meetings to see that he was a honest man - nothing like the police she and Isaac both had known in Russia. Upon his inquiry she had attempted to explain the good hearted nature of the blue eyed detective; but even though her friend had always valued her opinions, he had remained wary at the thought of the investigator; of course it came as no surprise that Isaac chose not to trust someone who thought his late brother a criminal and so she had come on her own.
Pulling her shawl tighter around her shoulders, then clasping her hands together nervously, she waited for him to arrive. On her own she felt rather insecure and most certainly out of place at the police station, surrounded by busy coppers and a whole set of dubious characters, but she straightened her shoulders and waited. When he finally arrived, she could have leapt straight into his arms; instead, of course, she remained dignified. Taking a seat, she suddenly found it hard to speak - words leaving her lips only hesitantly. She had ignored his offer of a glass of water, attempting to talk frankly about her dead friend.
"His name is Joshua. I come on behalf of his brother to request you release his remains - swift burial is our custom, Inspector."
It came as no surprise to her that he would ask her questions, but answering them she felt a wave of emotion rush over her. Memories surfaced - images of a good friend and steady companion in her times of hardship - making it difficult to keep her composure. The question about Joshua's politics finally made her crack: her voice broke and tears welled up as she tried to defend the honor of a man she had esteemed so highly. She could not tell what it was exactly that made the strings which usually held her together so well loosen; the loss she had experienced? Or was it simply the presence of the Inspector, his concerned gaze resting upon her, making her heart beat just a little bit faster? "The man I knew is no bomb maker, do you understand?" she managed to say, pleading with Reid. It was a moment of weakness, clearly visible in her crumpled features, but it passed. She held on tightly to the glass he had given her, focusing on her breathing - slowly, calmly, in and out again until her pulse was beating at a normal pace again.
The photograph he showed her almost made it skip a beat again - too many bad memories were attached to the uniforms she so clearly made out on the picture; why exactly he showed her these things, she did not know. She made no effort to hide her irritation, but regretted it instantly when she heard the Inspector utter the words "... because I believe his brother was murdered". There was a pause as the statement registered - the consequences it entailed; he was a good man after all, how could she have doubted his integrity? She was relieved, confused, worried, all at the same time and for a moment her eyes searched his in want of some sort of reassurance. She offered her help, at last, taking up the small metal box of evidence up from the desk and holding it much closer than what was absolutely necessary. Their meeting was over.
In the small space of his office, their bodies almost touched for a moment, as he was reaching for the doork to open it for her. Briefly, she felt her heart flutter again, but she merely took a deep breath and turned towards the exit, without looking back at him - pausing only to hear his words:
"I am sorry for you, Miss Goren."