Author's Note: Don't own Blindspot, but I do pretend I'm Patterson (but I'm not that awesome). Just a short drabble I thought of. Technically slight S3 spoilers. Not even sure what this is, but I needed to write it.

The air felt cool as she walked, the grass crunching beneath her feet. It had been months since she had last been here, but the path still felt as familiar as it had the first time. Her flight was in a few hours, but there was just one last thing she needed to do before she left. She'd put it off time and time again, but the longer she waited, the harder it became.

She gently rubbed her hands over the cool marble.

DAVID WAGNER

12/23/1983 – 11/16/2015

BELOVED SON, BROTHER, FRIEND

"I'm sorry."

Trying to choke back the tears, she continued. "We caught them, you know. Sandstorm. The ones who tattooed Jane."

Patterson knelt to the ground, brushing away the dead leaves that had collected in front of the stone. "I probably should have brought flowers or something. I can't even do this right." She gave a small laugh. "Opposite, opposite?"

"I miss you, David. I wonder – no, not going there. Come on Patterson, pull yourself together."

"I'm moving. That's what I wanted to say. Goodbye, I guess. Remember Jonny, from college? Well, he's out in California. Some big tech company. I don't know. But he asked me to join him." She paused. "Its crazy. The FBI was all I ever wanted. I went straight from the internship to Quantico, to the NYO. Never had any doubts. But now… " she let her voice trail off.

Patterson stood up, brushing the dirt from her knees. She felt as if a weight had been lifted – a weight she hadn't even known was there. She may never come back here, she knew that. She loved New York, but it had taken so much from her. California may not be perfect, but it was a fresh start.

"Hey."

Patterson looked up, wiping the tears from her cheeks. She hadn't expected anyone here – she hadn't even told anyone where she was going. She gave a small wave to her friends. "How'd you find me?"

"Come on, we know you," Tasha teased.

"You tracked my phone didn't you?" Patterson cracked a small smile.

"It was Jane's idea."

Jane shot a dirty look at Tasha. "We just wanted to make sure you were alright."

"Fine. Really. I just… needed to say goodbye."

"So what time's your flight?"

"1:45."

"Good, let's go."

Patterson looked back one last time, as David's grave grew smaller and smaller in the distance. Her friends on either side of her, they walked back to the parking lot together.