AN: So I'm finally back again! I've been busy with finals and everything, but now I'm out of classes until mid January, so hopefully I'll be updating more frequently.
Alright, this one is different. It's from Alexis's point of view (which I kind of felt weird writing, but I guess I got over it enough). It's really short, and it's almost more of an insert than the scene from her perspective. I don't know, you guys tell me if you like it or not.
The scene I chose is from the very end of the episode. And I wasn't sure who's perspective to do it from at first, because all three would be very interesting, but this idea was stuck in my head, so I did this.
It's super short but hopefully I'll get another up later today :)
Hope you like it. Please review!
Alexis watched as her father walked up to Detective Beckett's desk. She had been doing this a few times over the past couple of days, quietly observing him. She had never seen him in a working environment before, his office didn't count; there was definitely something different about him here.
When she'd asked Beckett if she could intern at the Twelfth it hadn't been her intention to spy on her dad, and neither did she purposefully seek to do so. But in moments like these, when she happened to catch a glimpse of the two of them as they worked their case, she couldn't help but stare.
He never really told her much about working with Beckett, other than the tales of heroism she wrote off as exaggerations. She didn't know what she'd envisioned him working looked like, but it wasn't this, him sitting casually in a chair talking. And if the smile on Beckett's face was any indication, he wasn't even being annoying.
Alexis wondered what was going on there, between the two of them. She knew the answer was nothing, they were just friends, but it didn't always seem like nothing. Her father had only ever been serious about one thing, his daughter, but that seemed to be changing recently. He took this "job" very seriously, even though he acted like it was playtime. He wouldn't have been so adamant that she not bother other detectives if he didn't.
For a second she wondered how many new changes were to come from her father's new seriousness, but then she shook her head slightly to clear it and walked over to the pair. The "Brag Book" in her hands suddenly felt much heavier than it had since she'd found it.