Yes this is a Agent Fallon & Agent Shaw fic.
Yes I know in theory they have never met.
Yes I know she is married with a kid.
But this my friends is why we have fanfiction. To explore storylines and arcs that won't make it to the tv screen.
Now this is going to need a little backstory. They met on a case and bonded after saving each other's lives and have kept in touch slowly becoming more and more closer. Jordan is having marriage troubles etc and Fallon is still the angst filled pot of emotions.
I did my best with what I knew about these characters but mostly this is just a heavy handed, drama filled, cheesy crack ship one shot that I dreamt up.
Enjoy.
(I do not own Castle, ABC does bla bla bla bla)
"What are you doing?" he grunted making a meager attempt at grabbing the bottle back.
"Saving you from yourself." Jordan replied curtly tipping the contents of the scotch into the sink.
Fallon put his head in his hands hoping she would catch the hint.
"Do you want me to leave."
"No."
"But you don't want my help."
He didn't answer.
"Mark, you can't keep doing this to yourself." She sighed sitting down next to him putting a hand on his shoulder.
Neither of them said anything for a long time. Just sat in silence contemplating. Their jobs were far from easy. But they defined them, Mark knew he would've never survived his wife's death if he hadn't had a cause to throw himself into and Jordan knew her career was her whole life. Maybe that's what drew them to each other. Someone else who understood what is was like witness the horrors of humanity everyday and still be expected to carry on as if they were normal. Having to be the one who pushes everyone else to their breaking points to get the answers because you know the axe will fall on you head if you fail.
Jordan would just much rather he didn't drown his sorrows in a bottle of scotch every time something went wrong.
She rubbed her hand on his shoulder and tried to offer some words of comfort.
"Don't lecture me Jordan."
"Don't start attacking me Mark, I'm just being your friend."
He sprung up of the couch and stalked over to the other side of the room.
"Dammit Mark don't shut me out." She spat following him, "We've been through too much together for you to act like I don't know why you're hurting."
He whirled around and Jordan actually flinched at the anger in his eyes.
"But that's the point. You do know. Jordan you know me better then I know myself. I can't, I can't just sit here doing nothing."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm in love with you!" he exclaimed, "and you love me too. You know it."
Jordan couldn't breathe. The way he was looking her, the intensity crackling between him contrasting to the care in the way he was stroking her hand, her heart was beating out of control.
"But, we can't" he murmured dropping her hand. "You have a loving husband at home, and you deserve someone, whole."
She knew he was right. She was never going to leave her husband. She loved her daughter too much to break up their already fragile family like that. But Mark, they had never crossed any physical lines but she knew what having an emotional affair meant now. He said he wasn't whole, she disagreed. Yes he was broken beyond repair but he was one of the strongest men she had ever known.
"Mark." She crooned cautiously a hand on his cheek pulling his head up so his eyes met hers.
She did not know what else to say she leant her head against his chest and felt his arms hold her tight.
It seemed like forever they stood their holding each other. Clinging to each other's calm in the storm.