Disclaimer- Castle belongs to the great Andrew Marlowe I'm just taking the characters out to play.

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"Katherine Houghton Beckett, will you marry me?"

Every girl dreams of this moment. When her Prince Charming comes up and sweeps her off her feet and takes her home. But no girl dreams she would ever say no.

My thoughts drift back to the day; how I said no, how his face crumbled, how I turned around and ran.

As my eyes start to gather tears I rub them hoping that they would stop. I would not cry.

"Why did I do that?" I ask myself. "Why did I do that to us?"

"You were scared. You were stupid." A small voice in me says.

My train of thought was cut short by Agent Stack.

"Agent Beckett how do you think we should proceed?"

Oh crap. I hadn't been paying attention at all. My thoughts had constantly been travelling back to Castle.

"Umm..."

My phone started to ring. I looked down.

Alexis.

The other agents in the room stared at me but I didn't really care. Why was Alexis calling me?

"I'm sorry, I have to take this. Family problems."

With a curt nod Agent Stack let me leave. I hadn't even registered that I had called Alexis my family until I was outside. Is that what she was to me? Shaking my head I rang her back.

She picked up on the first ring.

"Kate." I heard her sobbing on the other end. "Dad..."

"Alexis what's wrong," my heart was in my throat. "What happened?"

"Dad, he was shot..." Her voice gave way to a hiccup.

I was halfway to the elevator by then. I stopped. Had I heard right?

"What?" I whispered into the phone.
"He was helping Ryan and Esposito when..." Alexis was positively crying now, each word was punctuated by a sob.

"Stay there Lex, I'm coming." I used the nickname I had grown to call her when I lived with Castle.

I almost ran to my car before I realised I needed to tell Stack where I was going.

Letting out an exasperated sigh I went back into the office.

"Agent Stack can I talk to you for a sec?" I asked from the door.

He looked up and then followed me outside.

I took a deep breath and prepared myself to make up a massive lie when he put his hand up and said, "It's the writer isn't it."

It wasn't a question. Was I that transparent?

"Yes," my voice shook, "I need to go back home for a while."

He shook his head, "Go. I'll cover for you."

"Thank you." I said breathlessly before I turned around and ran to my car.

The drive to my apartment was a blur. When I got there I pulled out the ticket I had bought a few weeks ago. I always meant to go home. Counting my lucky stars I hurriedly threw some clothes into a bag.

All the way to the airport I prayed that he would be alright.

Okay that was the first chapter. Hope you liked it. I'll update as soon as I can. Please review. :D