kastil, castle

"I can't see anything! I'm sorry...I'm so sorry..."

I heard Fallon's truly apologetic and defeated voice through the phone in Beckett's hand as she lowered it, looking at me in shock and disbelief. Slowly raising my head, I looked up from her phone to her eyes as I saw them slowly water.

I felt a lump begin to form in my throat as I looked at the zamrud, emerald eyes I have grown accustomed to the last 3 years. Reaching out my arm, I beckoned silently, not being able to speak, and felt her small, gloved hand slip into my larger one. Gulping as I told her everything I ever wanted to say through the silence...