She has had it. So many times he has tried to get back with her by weaseling his way into an active NYPD homicide case. But she had told him that she needed time apart. She told him that while she was trying to save their marriage, he did not believe a word that she had said.
Then the issue of trust had come into play, he did trust her and she told him that she needed him to trust her until she had what was going to most likely get him killed taken care of. As he watched her bend down and pick up her bag he silently but sadly let her have her the space she had asked for. He would find a way to get her to let him into whatever it was that she needed to do alone...without him. So that's exactly what he did. He found every possible way to get closer to her until after one case she just snapped at him.
"Rick it seems that you have a hard time understanding what the word space means. I need you to leave the precinct and for your own good and my sanity because you are no longer allowed to follow a police captain around for research or any other excuse you can come up with."
"Kate that's fine. I'll just tag along with the boys!" Rick said with a grin on his face.
"Rick I meant what I said. You are now banned from the 12th. Please don't come back...ever." Kate needed to be hard on him and this was the only way she could think of to protect him. She hoped that he at least could see her point of view.
"Okay Beckett I get it"
Apparently he didn't get it. He tried harder to use his P.I. firm to yet again try to get onto yet another investigation at the 12th. She was livid when she found out. So she was done with his b.s. She went home and tried to forget about him and how he tried to get back into her life. Yes, they were still married but she had taken the last of her everyday things out of the loft and nothing really kept her there anymore.
The target was in the snipers Hensoldt ZF sight. Breathing calm the sniper just kept the target in sight. The target was just finished eating a meal at an outside cafe right on the sidewalk. Drinking a glass of moscato he reflected on the day that had past. The sniper had the opportunity to act on the target since he sat down at the table for one over an hour ago. But waited until he had finished his meal. Pulling the bolt back and chambering a Remington 168 grain .308 round into the barrel, the sniper takes a breath in and then exhales out slowly. Reacquiring the target once again the safety comes off the weapon. The sniper places a finger on the trigger. It's a 4 pound pull and the trigger feels right as the sniper puts the first pad of the index finger on the trigger and pulls back ever so slightly.
Checking for wind by looking at the small American flag attached to the planter by the table the conditions are right. The range is 156 yards and this should be a direct hit and the sniper takes a long breath in and checks the target one last time.
Without making a sound and walking up behind the sniper with a hand gun drawn and aimed at the snipers head a voice asks the sniper
"Are you sure you want to do that?"
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