*Damn. A part of him had hoped the vampire would be asleep and he could skip this. He'd really rather not ask Beckett for help--or even spend the night with him in the first place (aside from keeping tabs on him)--but there wasn't anybody else.

He hadn't been nearly as open about what he was on the network as the vampire had been, and he'd never come out and told Beckett what he was...but he could play off the picture of his archid form as something else if he had to.

Try to hide how shaken he was by sounding annoyed (it wasn't hard, he was generally annoyed at Beckett's existence) he gestured back to where he'd come from.*

I need you to look at something for me.