A/N: This is a one shot that takes place durning the events of KillShot. Just a little random thought I had last night while watching the episode again. Hope you all like it. And have great Easter Weekend to anyone who will celebrate it.
The honking of a car horn, the closing of a door; every damn sound the city made was putting her on edge tonight. She was scared. Scared to be in her own home. What had her life come to? When did this happen? She had never been scared to be on her own. Hell half the time she liked being alone better then being around others. She downed another shot of her vodka and tried to drown the pain. She tried to let the world fade away. She was not successful.
Three hours later she found herself sitting in the corner, with her gun laid beiside her. The empy bottle of Vodka on the floor and shattered glass. She looked down and saw the cuts on her arms where she had crawled through the glass; or at least that is what she thinks. Her head hurts her memory is fuzzy in thanks to her bright idea to drink her pain away. Well it didn't work. She only hurts more now then she did before.
She grabbed her phone from the table, what was left of the table, and without hesitation dialed his number. Two rings was all it took for him to pick up.
"Beckett. What is wrong?" Castle asked his voice laced with concern. He glanced down at his watch. Tonight he had been up late writing trying to get the next chapter of his book done; but he knew something had to be really wrong for Beckett to call him at this hour of the night.
She didn't reply she couldn't form words right now to tell him what she needed to tell him that she needed him right now more then ever. She wanted to beg him to come over, to help her fix her or what was left of her. How do you ask someone to save you; when you can't even save yourself? She wondered.
"Kate." He tried again.
"Castle...I." She tried, she tried with all she had to ask for what she needed.
"I am on my way." He said ending the call before she had the chance to protest. Kate nodded her ok; even though she knew he couldn't see it. She thanked the Gods or whoever it was up there that he knew her so well. He knew that she needed him, and she imagined he knew she didn't know how to ask for help either.
Kate sat with her knees to her chest waiting and waiting. What would she tell him when he got here? What would he think when he saw her like this? The thougths kept taking over her mind and driving her insane. She covered her ears with her hands as if she thought that this would somehow make these questions in her mind go away. No such luck. Tick tick, tick, every freaking second the clock ticked it made her that much more fearful. She lost track of the time, she lost track of everything except the sound of pounding on her door and the repeat of her name over and over again falling from his lips. After the sixth time of calling out to her; Castle used the spare key he knew of and opened the door. The hell with it she can be mad later right now he wanted to make sure she was alright.
When Castle saw the shattered glass in the living room his heart nearly stopped beating. Then he saw her. Kate. His Kate, well not really but; to him she was. She was sitting in the corner, with her head burried in her hands. Jesus what the hell happened to her; she looked terffied. Castle got down on his knees and reached out to touch her hand. "Kate, what happened?" He asked.
For the first time since he had entered the house she lifted her head and looked at him. "Me. I happened." She said. The tears streaming from her eyes, the horrifed look on her face nearly broke him right there.
"Alright. Come on lets get you out of this mess." He said as he grabbed her gently by the arms and forced her to stand. She didn't aruge or fight and this was not a good sign. Most anyone else it would be; but the fact she was going a long without a fight or arguement told him just how bad this was. He led her down the hall to her bathroom and pushed her to sit down gently on the edge of the bathtub.
He moved around the room like he had been here before, like her home was somewhere he knew well. However this was not the case at all. He reached out for her right arm, the one that was blood stained from her run in with the glass all over the apartment floor. Gently he cleaned her arm. She closed her eyes when she felt his fingers trace the cuts that now marked up her otherwise flawless skin. She bit her lip to try and keep herself calm.
"You are very good at this." She said trying to distract herself from what it his touch feels like on her very senistive skin.
"Lots of practice. Alexis was a clumsy child we got lots of scraped knees growing up. Tell me if I am hurting you." He said when she noticed she was chewing on her lip.
"It dosen't hurt. I am so sorry I am such mess." She said.
"Hey, its ok."
"How? How is this ok? How am I ok? I am broken." She says sadly.
"Just because you are broken dose not mean you can't be fixed. Some of the most beautiful things in this world have been broke and repaired at some point in time. Why should you be any different? He said as he wrapped her arm in a bandage.
"You think I am beautiful?" She asked.
"A blind man could see your beauty."
"You make no sense."
"You will understand tomorrow."
"What is tomorrow?"
"The day you haven't been drinking." Castle says as he helps her to stand again. "Where are you taking me now?" She asked.
"To bed and no not like that before you even have the chance to snap out a comment." He says with a smile.
"That's too bad."
"Ok, now I know you are drunk. Let's go." He said as he led them down the hall towards her room.
Once they had finally made it to her room; Castle pulled the blanket back and mangaed to get Kate in her bed. Once she was finally still he covered her up and pressed a gentle kiss to her temple. Castle took one last look at her. He had almost made it to the door when Kate turned to hm; "Castle."
"Yeah?" He asked turning back to her.
"Stay with me please?" She asked.
"I am staying I was just going to clean up your mess."
"No. Stay with me here." Kate said as she moved over to the middle of the bed. "Would you just hold me?" She said softly.
Castle took his jacket off and made his way over to the bed. He sat down on the bed and laid back against the headboard. He reached one arm out for her; Kate moved over and laid her head down on his chest. "Hey Castle, thank you." Beckett said.
"Always." He replied.
