Out of Left Field
Author's note: Don't own Castle, or any of the characters.
Happy Castle Monday! The day we have all anticipated and feared has arrived. Marlow said the finale contained something "Out of left field" in it. This is MY version of what that could mean.
Kate Beckett sat at her desk, waiting. They had caught their suspect and the boys were taking his confession. Her job was through, for now. Now, she had to think about a decision she could be faced with.
One one hand, this job she may be offered is a once in a lifetime chance. Her dream was always to work in Washington D.C. Not like this however, but it would take her there, nonetheless. On the other hand, she has the job she is so very good at at the NYPD. has her friends, and Castle beside her. Castle... that's a whole different story. Castle wouldn't be in D.C. Could she leave him?
Kate sighed and put her head in her hands at the thought of leaving him. The one man she loved with her entire being. She knew he was her one and done the moment she met him. Of course she denied it for four years. Deep down, though she knew. She just- *ring*
She grabbed her phone, expecting it to be Ryan or Espo, or maybe even Rick. No. It was THE number, the one she had been dreading and anticipating at the same time. This was it. Decision time. She took a deep breath and answered.
"Beckett. Yes sir. What? No, I understand. Thank you for the opportunity. Yes, I will. Goodbye." A tear fell from her face. She no longer had to make a decision. It had been made for her. On weak legs, she got up and approached the interrogation room.
Epso and Ryan were just coming out of the room when she walked up. Detective Esposito nodded to her. "He confessed. They're already taking him to Central booking." Beckett nodded back to him.
"Hey, you okay Beckett?" Kevin looked at her, his eyes showing a medium of concern for his boss, and friend.
"Yeah, I, uh, I have something to tell you guys. I just need to tell someone else first." Kate dialed the one number she knew from heart. She had to tell HIM.
"Castle." Rick sat in the darkened office in his loft. Dark, it was him now. The light-hearted side of him had been shuttered away...for now.
"Rick, we need to talk." Kate sighed over the phone.
"I know we do. You comin' here, or should I go to your place?" Secretly, he hoped she said neither. This conversation called for a neutral spot.
"Neither. I think we should go to 'our place'" Both drew a sigh of relief, unheard by the other.
Rick sat on the swing he sat on two years before. It was after Kate resurfaced after her shooting three months before that he last sat here, he realized. Most of their serious talks of late had happened at either his or her apartment.' What is she gonna tell me?' he thought. 'Is she leaving, or staying'
He heard a noise, and looked up to see the woman he still loved. Hated right now, but yes, he was still very much in love with her. In his mind she was the only woman he could see spending the rest of his life with. HIS one and done. "Hey." Although it was tough, he fought the urge to jump up and take her in his arms. He really needed to hear her decision for himself.
Kate sat on the swing next to him, facing him. "Rick, I'm sorry for how this all came down. I know you must hate me right now." She wiped a tear from her eyes and looked at him. his blue eyes were a shade she had never seen. She saw the pain etched in them so deeply. "I, uh. I didn't get the job."
Rick looked at her, dumbfounded. "What? But I thought you..."
She stopped him with a shake of her head. "While I was there, they gave me a physical exam as a part of the interview. I failed the physical."
Again, Rick sat, looking at her in disbelief. "But how, you're in the best shape of anyone I know? Are there standards that high?"
"Rick...they found a lump. I have breast cancer."
So, that's MY take on the bombshell ending. Good, bad? Let me know.
