Anonymous said: "I was trying to take a picture of you because i told my friend there was a hot guy in the train and she wanted to see and now you notice and this is awkward" au
"But how hot is he?” Lanie’s voice questions in her ear. “Like, the average pretty boy kind of hot? Or the spend the entire night with him handcuffed to your bed hot?”
Kate blushes, forcing her head down so her hair will hide her cheeks, because it should not be so easy for her mind to conjure up images of this good looking stranger handcuffed to her bedposts.
"Probably the latter," she admits, wincing at her new friend’s high pitched squeal. "I don’t know, he’s got this rugged look about him, but he’s still handsome."
"You are horrible with descriptions," Lanie complains over the clinking of medical tools Kate can hear over their conversation. Lanie’s shift usually ends earlier, but the new case they’re working has Lanie working overtime while Kate was sent home by five - Montgomery’s orders - after staying late for the entire week. "Take a picture."
"No," Kate hisses, lowering her voice to a whisper when the woman sitting next to her gives her a strange look.
"Beckett, you can’t just gush about some hot guy on the subway and then refuse to share the view."