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Prompt #21: Mystery - He knew he'd never completely solve her. But that's what intrigued him.
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Four years together, and there are still things I don't know about Kate Beckett.
I know she smells like cherries. It's an odd thing, this badass woman smelling like such a delicious fruit. I catch whiffs of it when I can.
I know how she takes her coffee. I've known since the second case we've had together. Every day, I bring her a fresh coffee to keep her going. She is a regular little beast without her caffiene fix.
I know about her motorcycle. Damn, imagining her in tight black leather is a mental picture that will never leave my mind - until, at least, I see the real thing. I'm not holding my breath, though.
I know she wanted to be a lawyer once. She would've been a good one, I'm sure. But she made a damn good cop.
I know about her mother's death. We've already brushed death a few too many times while trying to solve it. I know all there is to know, hiding all my knowledge away on the murder board in my study, the existance of which she's never allowed to know.
But for everything I know, there's so much I don't.
I don't know what she's thinking when she looks at me with that unreasonable expression of hers. I don't know if I'll ever be able to forgive her for lying to me. I don't know how she feels about me.
There's still so much I want to know. That I know I'll probably never learn. But I've accepted this. I can't be greedy.
I'm just going to have to resign myself to the fact that she'll never share those secrets.
Anyone else heartbroken with the end of 47 Seconds? I know I was!
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