"Two more things we've got now than what we had then. Still, it - it kills me, thinking that we had him. We knew him, and he slipped away before we could do anything about it."

Beckett's got a competitive side already, and she hates to lose, but when there are lives at stake, she hates losing even more. She looks down, to the hand on her arm, and lets her gaze travel up his arm to his face.

"I know it'll happen. It's thinking about the way in which it'll probably happen that sticks with me the most."