He'd better not get used to it because this was the last time that she was driving him anywhere. He was going to have to portkey it around if he wanted to get anywhere.
"Well aren't you lucky," she replied sarcastically, trying not to roll her eyes and failing rather miserably. She knew the author. And thought it was amusing that he didn't just replace himself. That was what this world was coming to though. This weird messed up world.
She took the piece of paper on it and cringed. If she hadn't been driving, Beckett would be putting her head against the steering wheel. Repeatedly. And probably honking the horn while at it. Dammit. She just had to go and think of that didn't she? She thought it was probably her fault.