In the weeks he attended the precinct, he took pride in knowing he was never late (despite the first day). However, now that he was more than 2 hours late, he wondered if it was even pointless to show up. Walking the few blocks between the bar and the precinct (he thought he could bribe the detective with coffee), he marveled at the fact that he could actually go to the precinct. Regardless of the reasons that brought him there, he really liked it and wanted something more than the weeks it took to do the paperwork (though, if he could do it without the paperwork, that would be even better). dollars when Mike didn't ask him to get a "visitor" credential, but merely gave a small nod in acknowledgment of the author's presence, Rick walked towards the elevator. After arriving on 'his' floor, he walked over to Beckett's desk and placed his takeaway cup of coffee on it. He waited a minute until the detective noticed him. "You're late," he stated without bothering to look up from the paperwork he was filling out. He didn't say anything, just sat in the chair and pushed the coffee at her as a peace offering. She finally looked up when he didn't say a word (which was terribly uncharacteristic of her). She noticed the cup and then the apologetic smile on his face. She looked at the coffee cup dubiously. Recognizing that the cup was a bribe, he picked up his cup that was on the other side of the desk and took a sip. Even though it was cold and tasted strange, he wouldn't accept a cheap bribe. Especially from the author."Sorry. Is there anything I can do to help you?" She said, seeing how he was quickly filling out more papers in front of her. He stopped his work only to look incre...... middle of paper ...... at the reporter not long after. Ryan and Esposito noticed the whispered discussion and subsequent departure of the author and reporter, but with a simple glance at Beckett, they were smart enough not to say a word. After he left the precinct and told the reporter he would not To answer more questions, Rick decided to return home. Even though he knew it was too far, the exercise allowed him to blow off some steam. At first he was angry, he didn't really understand why the detective had attacked him like that and basically thrown him out of the precinct. But as he walked the streets of New York, he realized he had crossed a line. When he offered to conduct the interview in the break room, he didn't think much of it. But now that he had some time to think, he knew he was wrong. The detective had every right to be angry with him.__________