Kate was still fighting and shouting Frank's name. Reggie was barely able to hang onto her. Dave showed up out of nowhere covered in grime and blood, but he was still alive.

"What the bloody hell?!" he shouted. "Are you two all right?!"

Kate knew his ears were probably still ringing like hers were. There were lots of siren noises and helicopter blades thumping on top of it.

"We're fine!" Reggie shouted back.

"Frank is in there," Kate said to Dave, interrupting. "We have to find him!"

"Oh, Kate," Dave said, his face dropping. "There's no way he survived that."

She saw Evan being taken away by an agent at this point, and she abandoned both Reggie and Dave to charge towards him.

"Asshole!" she shouted, punching him in the face. "Where is Frank?!"

Evan smirked, which made her want to hit him again, but she restrained herself, not to mention the agent was holding out his hand to stop her.

"The last time I saw him, the roof was caving in on him," Evan answered. He made an explosion noise with his mouth, and she gritted her teeth to stop herself from crying.

"Come on," the agent holding him said, pushing him into the back of the SUV. He shut the door, and Evan stared out at Kate through the glass. In that moment, she hated him more than she ever thought she could hate someone. He'd taken away the only person who understood her, the only person who saw her down to her very core and still loved her. She knew that he damn well knew it.

The SUV drove away, and Kate was left standing there alone. Evan was gone. Fernando was gone. Evan would be going to jail for a very long time. She had no idea if Fernando would try to kill her again. She didn't really care in that moment. She looked back at Reggie and the rubble behind them, and she felt the grief start to swallow her whole. She didn't see the point in going on.

That's when she pulled out her gun.

Two Weeks Later

The next two weeks were a blur to Kate. She felt numb, and she barely heard anyone when they spoke to her. Reggie stayed by her side constantly. He even slept on her couch. It was more out of fear for her own safety since after she had tried to take her own life. She'd been sent to the hospital to be monitored, and now she was seeing Dr. Hastings for a little bit as part of the deal for not keeping her hospitalized longer. She knew she wasn't going to take her own life. In that moment, it had been an act of impulse. She'd forgotten again that her gun had no bullets in it, though. She felt bad for scaring Reggie and Dave like that.

Now, Reggie was watching TV, and she was sitting at the kitchen table and trying to focus on the forms in front of her. She was officially quitting the FBI. She was done with this place. She had to go far away from here and disappear, just in case Fernando came looking for her. A knock on her door made her stand and go look to see who was there. She didn't recognize the man on the other side, but he waved at her as if he knew she was watching.

"Yes?" she said, pulling the door open.

"Hello," he said. "I'm Inspector Tarconi."

Kate was taken aback. So this was Frank's only friend. She didn't know why he had come to see her, though.

"May I come in?" he asked.

"Oh, yes," she answered, stepping aside. Reggie looked over at them, turning off the TV.

"You're probably wondering why I'm here," Tarconi said.

"A little, yes."

"I heard what happened to Frank, and I just wanted to bring you something I think he'd want you to have," he said. He reached into the bag he'd brought and pulled out a small box. He handed it to her, and she took it gingerly. She set it on the table and opened it. She was surprised to see medals and a letter from the British government in there. She looked up at Tarconi.

"What is this?" she asked.

"It was salvaged from his home in France after it was destroyed a few years ago," Tarconi explained. "He asked me to hold onto them for him, so I did. When he talked about you, though, I knew he was in love with you. He didn't have to tell me. It was in his voice. After his death, I knew he'd want you to have these, so I came to give them to you."

Kate looked again and saw a photograph of Frank in his SAS uniform. She swallowed the lump in her throat as she picked it up. So that's what he had looked like. She had been right in telling him he'd look handsome in it.

"When did he talk about me?" Kate asked, curious. She knew Frank had talked to Tarconi while in Mexico, but that had been about their plan and not just her specifically.

"He was here with you, waiting for that cartel man to find you. I think you were busy doing something, and he called to check in with me. I could tell he was happy, and it's been a long time since he's been happy, so I thank you for that."

Kate just nodded, tears slipping out of her eyes now. Tarconi reached to squeeze her arm comfortingly.

"Would you like to stay for coffee or something?" she asked, wiping at her eyes.

"Tea, if you have some," he said.

"I do."

She went to make him some. Tarconi started to talk to Reggie, and she was half listening as she thought about the contents of that box. She thought it was sweet of Tarconi to come and bring it to her.

"Ah, thank you, my dear," he said when she handed him the tea. Reggie declined anything. She sat down across from Tarconi, hands folded in front of her.

"You know," Tarconi said after a sip. "Frank and I weren't always friends."

"In his line of work, I'm surprised he was friends with a police officer," Kate said with a small smile.

"I grew on him," Tarconi joked. "I became useful to him, too. He ran into so many strange things in that job of his. I braced myself every day for a phone call from him saying he was in trouble again. I never understood why he didn't take up a relaxing hobby or at least a job that didn't involve so much danger."

"I think he liked danger," Kate noted.

"I'm sure of it," Tarconi nodded. "I was surprised he ended up in Mexico, but I know he ran far away after Valentina left him."

"What was she like?" Kate asked. She didn't know why she wanted to know. She guessed she just wanted to know anything about Frank, and this woman had been in his life.

"Mysterious. Sweet. Sad," Tarconi answered. "I think she meant well, but she wasn't right for Frank, you know? He needed someone like you, someone who could be both tough and vulnerable at the same time."

"He definitely saw both of those sides of me," Kate nodded. Reggie was quiet, but she knew he was listening.

"You're also the only person he's ever let drive his car," Tarconi chuckled.

"He told you about that?" she asked, surprised.

"Oh, yes! It was a big deal for him, you know."

Kate couldn't help but laugh a little, remembering. It felt good to laugh, even though she felt slightly bad for doing it. Inspector Tarconi stayed for two hours, and he shared lots of funny moments with Frank as well as somber ones, both of which Kate appreciated.

"I should get going," he said after. "I have to catch my flight back."

"You're not staying?"

"I have to stop in D.C. on my way back," Tarconi said. "My cousin wanted to see me for a few days."

"Okay. Well, thank you for coming," Kate said, standing up with him.

"You're welcome, my dear. I'm sorry it wasn't under better circumstances," Tarconi said with a sad smile. "Until we meet again." Kate nodded again, and he gave her a sympathetic look before turning and leaving. Reggie came over to her and looked at the medals and photograph.

"I wish I'd gotten to know him better," he commented. "From all those stories, he sounded like a great guy."

"You two would have been friends," she said. "I can't believe he's gone, Reg." She started to cry again, and Reggie moved to hug her. They stayed holding each other for a long time.

...

Later that night, Kate stood on her balcony and watched the sun go down. Her eyes were raw from crying so much. She couldn't stop thinking about Frank and everything they'd been through together, not to mention all the times they'd been intimate. She wished they had more time. She wished she had insisted he come out the window with her or that she'd stayed with him. Perhaps he'd be alive still if she had done either or.

"Kate," Reggie said, coming out with a plate of food. "You gotta eat."

"I can't," she whispered.

"You have to," he urged. "Frank wouldn't want you to hurt this bad."

"But it does," she said, looking at him. "It hurts so much."

"It'll slowly get better, but I can't let you starve yourself," Reggie said.

"I can't eat. I'm not hungry."

"Two bites," he coaxed. She took the plate from him and put two bites into her mouth. It tasted bland and heavy in her mouth. She forced herself to swallow and handed the plate back to him.

"All right," he nodded. "That's better than nothing."

"I just need some space," she said. "You understand, right?"

"I do. I'm in here if you need me."

She thanked him, and he slipped back inside, closing the door behind him. She turned to look back at the sun, and it was almost gone. She started thinking about her future. She was done with Arizona. She was done with the FBI. She was going to disappear. Maybe then no one would try to kill her.

She thought about the kidnapped girl, Heather Wilson. Reggie had looked into it, and they did find her in the pizza delivery man's basement, much to everyone's horror and relief (the relief was for finding her alive). Heather was now back with her parents and doing counselling for the trauma. Kate wondered how Frank had known the man had an accomplice. Then again, he was just an intuitive person. She ached with missing him. She didn't think it would ever get better, but she had no choice but to carry on. She just didn't know how to do that right now, but she hoped that one day, she would.

For Frank's sake.