This was supposed to be a one shot for my drabble series 'Anything Goes' but I think I'll space it out over a couple chapters. Thanks to katherinecuddy on Tumblr for the awesome idea! I hope you enjoy what I did with it.

No characters are mine. The show isn't mine. If it was, Castle and Beckett would be engaged and expecting twins.

Reviews are welcomed x3

All she could hear was the screeching of tires on asphalt, the crunching of metal and the screaming of her partner beside her as their car flew sideways. If he was even speaking in English, she couldn't tell as her head whipped forehead and slammed into the steering wheel. It only took seconds for her eyes to close and the world around her to fade away with his voice echoing in her ears.

Kate groaned, her head swimming as her eyes fluttered opened slowly taking in her surroundings. She was in a hospital room, that much she could tell from the smell and bed she was laying in. Her attention was caught by the man asleep in the chair next to hair, her breath catching in her throat and the heart monitor she was hooked up to started to go crazy.

"Kate?" He was groggy as his eyes opened and found focus on her. It was only when he squeezed her hand did she realize he was holding onto her like she might slip away.

"C-cas-" Her voice cracked as she tried to push herself up into a sitting position. She welcomed his help as he took her by the elbows carefully and pulled her up before grabbing the glass of water sitting on the side table. He held it up to her lips for her, waiting patiently as she took a sip and relished the feeling of the cool water sliding down her burning throat.

"Better?" He asked before sitting back down and placing the cup back where he had got it from.

"Much, thank you." Still hoarse, she let her eyes close as she rode out a wave of pain. "How long have I been here?"

"Three days," he smiled weakly as she made a face. "You hit your head pretty hard in the accident."

"That would explain the killer headache," she mumbled to no one in particular. "What happened?"

"Our murderer decided it would be a good idea to take out the lead detective on his case, figured if you weren't able to work it then no one else would." He made a face at this, shrugging. "He wasn't that smart. He forgot to wear his seatbelt, flew out his own window and broke his leg so he couldn't run. He took the worst of the accident, breaking his leg and spraining his arm. You got a nasty cut on your forehead along with a concussion. I, on the other hand, lucked out.."

She realized now that he was just talking from nerves, so she flipped her hand and squeezed his gently to bring him back to reality.

"It's not your fault," she told him quietly.

"I distracted you," he replied seriously.

"You said yourself he was coming after me - it would have happened sooner or later."

"If I hadn't been teasing you about-"

She gave his hand a hard squeeze, causing him to fall against her bed as he yelped. She did not want to talk about what he had been teasing her about. "It is not your fault."

He wiggled his fingers but didn't dare take his hand from her grip, knowing that once he did it he wouldn't be able to hold her hand without question.

"Okay, fine. Not my fault."

Satisfied with this, she leaned back into the pillow. "Now, it will be completely your fault when I shoot you if you don't go get a doctor and get me out of here."

With a smile on his lips, he nodded and jumped up from his seat - kissing her forehead without even thinking. Acknowledging it somewhere in the back of his mind, he kept it there as he headed for the door. He didn't need to give her even more reason to shoot him.