"He grabbed my hand and flattened it against his chest. His eyes sparkling, he leaned in close until our faces were inches apart, 'I’m full of surprises Kitty.' He murmured. 'You will just have to wait and see what comes of it.' I couldn’t breathe. His eyes had me mesmerized and he smiled, fully aware that I was trapped." Senior year is supposed to be when the dust has settled, a closing per se. It is NOT supposed to be the whirlwind and all Kat Beckett can say is, "Oh shit..."