I didn't even see it coming.
Beckett and I entered the old abandoned house, and he was there in the flesh.
Jerry Tyson.
"NYPD! PUT YOUR HANDS UP!" Beckett, yelled, but it wasn't enough.
"It's so nice to see you to, Detective Beckett, Mr. Castle." He spoke coldly.
"It's over Tyson." I spoke to him.
"I know it's over. Over for you. For both of you."
Beckett and I looked over to each other in silence.
"What do you want from us? You put us through hell already." Beckett said.
"I want you to pay the price" Tyson spoke back with a grin.
"Enough with your games!" Beckett replied sternly.
I snapped.
"You killed our family! Our friends! Their families! What do you want?" I yelled.
"Exactly. This is what I wanted. For you both to suffer."
"Your sick." Beckett said.
"I'll take you away from all of this." He spoke with a reassuring voice.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
He opened up his jacket. Bomb vest.
"Just stay right there, and I'll end it all. We both get what we want."
"Beckett?" I asked.
She grabbed my hand.
"I love you"
"I love you too. Always.
He pushed the button.
It was over.
It was all over.
We got justice for our families, friends, and his victims.
We got justice for us.
It will all be okay.