Disclaimer : Not mine.
At first, she thought Castle was just cupping her breasts just because he could. Enjoying a perk of this starting relationship. No matter when and how she would wake up, when he was next to her, he had one hand on her chest. It didn't bother her. At least not in the confines of the bedroom. When he started doing it during movie night, with Alexis around, she felt a bit uneasy. Granted, he was doing it under the blanket and it was barely sexual. It was just his hand, there. No moving, no fondling. But at Alexis' age she would have been mortified to see her dad do that.
Turned out, Alexis might have felt the same but was very mature about it. The girl had gone to get some pop corn in the middle of "Enemy at the Gates". The blanket had fallen when Castle had reached for the bowl with his right hand. Alexis' eyes immediately went to the other one. Castle's left arm was around Beckett's neck, his hand slid underneath her v-neck.
"Seriously, Dad?" The teen asked before taking her seat back on the couch.
"Sorry," the two adult muttered. Beckett was blushing furiously and shooting daggers with her eyes at Castle. He shrugged as he moved his hand away. He pulled the blanket back on top of them. Half an hour later, his hand was back.
She finally understood what it was about when he did it in public, shocking Ryan, Esposito, Lanie and all the officers present at the crime scene. She could only imagine what it must have looked like to them. Her ragged breaths, his large hand slipped underneath her open coat, cupping both breasts through her shirt, while he hugged her from behind, his mouth at her ear.
"Shh, it's okay, Kate, you're alive," he repeated again and again until she calmed down.
In the end, she had been able to concentrate on the victim. A young woman, brunette. She was lying in the cemetery grass, eyes open toward the blue sky above.
"Single GSW to the heart," Lanie had said. At the same time, Beckett's eyes had caught a reflexion of the sun of some surface. It had been enough to trigger the PTSD. Her heartbeat had sped up while her blood had frozen. The bullet scar on her chest had started to burn. She couldn't breath. But all of the sudden, strong comforting arms were around her. A warm and familiar hand was covering the aching scar, making it all better.
The incident barely lasted a minute. Eventually he moved away and they all got back to the crime in front of them. Ryan was the first to move on.
"So, hum, victim is Diane Cooper, 29 years-old from Indiana. We found her ID in her purse. All the cash was there. According to the staff here, she visited her aunt's grave every year," he started. Everything went on as if nothing had happened. The questions would come later, she was sure. She didn't care all that much.
The end.
A/N : Enemy at the Gates is a movie about two snipers during the battle of Stalingrad.
I hope the end explains the title.