Ahhhh, woman, I love you so much for this.

I know I squeaked at you before the hockey game last night, but aaaiieee, did this get dark. And how. (Granted, with that kind of prompt, I knew what I was asking for!)

Seeing this kind of ideological conflict between Jack and Beckett sets me on fire with sadistic glee. And everything you're saying here by not saying — 

"Did you see any marks on him?"

"No."

— oh, talk about shivery-awesome.

Thank you, thank you, thank you for this.