A/N: hey y'all this is a teeny depressing one shot that came to mind, i couldn't not write it. chapter 7 of 'the little things' wont upload (grrr) but ill try to have it up soon for those of you who are waiting. hope you don't hate me for this.
Disclaimer: don't own castle or anythin' like it.
It had been exactly one year ago when he had been sitting in his chair beside her desk and asked her "Would you kill to save a life?"
She had responded by poking fun at him for even asking something like that, but when she knew he wasn't looking, she looked down at the ring dangling from her neck.
Would she kill to save a life? She didn't know.
Now, sitting beside his bed with the constant beeping of the machine that had replaced his heart, she wanted to laugh. Had he know he was going to get shot in the heart? Had he known he needed a heart transplant and he wasn't going to get one in time?
Would she kill to save a life? Maybe.
She stood up and gripped the nurse's alarm with one hand and brought the razor sharp knife in her other hand up to her throat. With one fluid movement, Katherine Beckett was gone.
He awoke a week later with a note in his hand. It was in her handwriting.
Would I kill to save a life? No.
Would I kill to save your life? Yes.
I love you.
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