Prologue:

You take a deep breath as you reach to open the door, praying that he's not there while wishing deep down that he was. You try the slow the loud beating of your heart because your sure that if he was to open the door right then that he could hear it. You hear footsteps on the other side of the door and then hear the turning of the locks on the other side of the door. Then the turning of the door knob a moment later.

As the door slides open, you think that you heart had stopped.

And you know it can because he's told you about it once before while he was going on about another one of his murder plots from one of his books. The first thing you see is blonde hair. Most definitely not his mother or his daughter because they each change a similar shade of reddish-orange. The only person who you know that he knows with blonde hair is Gina.

Gina.

You stomach tightens in jealousy at even the thought of her. The memory of their arms wrapped around each other makes you want to wrinkle your nose in disappointment at the thought, but you stop yourself before you can make a fool of yourself in front of your 'competition.' You frown at that thought. There is no 'competition' you mentally agree and disagree with Lanie at the same time. When Lanie told you that she's his past and your his future, you believed her. For a split second. Then you thought back to her comments and body language back at the precinct that you clearly read as 'back off he's mine' and you remember that there is no competition. She has him. You don't. Sure, he may want to make you another notch on his bed post, but that's it.

Because he's Castle. And him liking you more than a conquest is absurd and wishful thinking on your part.

"Detective Beckett." Gina's voice interrupts your thoughts and for a moment your thankful that's she there to save you from yourself. A small moment. Then you realize that the tone of her voice is condescending and you briefly wonder how he could be with such a snobby bitch. But then again he was also with the 'deep fried twinkie'. "And," Gina began again, looking behind you to your team and for some reason you have the need to conceal them from the bitch. But you don't know why. "Roach, is it?"

You give a tight, forced smile. "Ryan and Esposito actually." You correct her and you notice a tint of anger in the woman's eye at your unfriendliness, but at that point you're way past caring. You flash your badge you her and lean over slightly to peer over her. You don't have to stand on your toes because even with those stilettos she isn't too tall. But you can't talk because you were at least two inch pumps almost every day anyway.

"Is Richard Castle here?" You ask, continuing to hold up your badge. You remind yourself that you have to stay professional because the Captain had told you if you wanted to remain on the case that you wouldn't involve your personal feelings. You remember when he told you that you were shocked; you didn't think that he thought so highly of you. Because he's Castle and he was just arrested for murder and you're falling for him. How are you supposed to stay objective?

You snap back into reality as you notice a reluctant expression on Gina's face as she lingers at the doorway. "You do realize that you could be arrested for aiding and abetting a criminal, don't you?" You almost wish that she would continue to stand there so you would be given the opportunity to arrest her, but that wouldn't be right. Your mother wouldn't be proud of that.

Gina obviously would rather give him up than suffer one more second talking, or being threatened, by you so she moves to where you can walk by her. In the living room you see his agent, his lawyer, and then his family. The sight of Martha and Alexis break your heart. They look utterly defeated. Out of the corner of her eye, Alexis must've noticed you because in one second she and Martha are holding onto each other tightly, and the next thing you know the girl bounced to a stop in front of you. "Detective Beckett," she murmurs hopefully. "Are you here to drop the charges?"

"No," you reply and you hear you voice tremble slightly. You hope that you spoke it quiet enough that no one notices. "I'm here to ask Mr. Castle a few questions."

The lawyer, Ms. Laurence, walks up to you after hearing the sentence. You remember thinking only hours earlier on how unsurprised you are that his lawyer was female. Alexis frowns at something you must have said and she opens her mouth to speak. "Mr. Castle?" She asks. Her tone of voice reveals how shocked she is and you internally chant Be professional, be professional, be professional.

The chant seems to help because you don't respond, and deep down you realize that the question was rhetoric. So much for professionalism, you tell yourself a second later as you realize that your feelings had just clouded your judgment. "Where is he?" You recognize Esposito's voice from behind you and you pause to mentally thank him.

"Upstairs," Alexis mutters quietly beside you. You briefly think of how tough this situation must be for her as she says, "In his bedroom."

You tense immediately. His bedroom. Or freaking course. You think about a conversation you once had with him where he mentioned bundling up in his comforter and drinking a fifth of scotch, and you can't help but think how different things are. Back then he was just an annoying writer. Now he was a suspected murder who you just happened to be in love, or falling in love, with. It seems like a different lifetime ago to you now.

"I'll show you the way," Alexis speaks quietly. You feel your head nodding before you even remember giving your brain the command do to so. As Alexis and the lawyer go in front of you, you sense Ryan and Esposito following closely behind you. You somehow feel better knowing that they're with you. Alexis pauses in front of the third door and the left and you hear someone exhale heavily. It's until you hear Alexis knock a few moments later that you realize that that person was you.

"Dad?" Alexis calls into the room and you feel your heart rate increase again. "Dad, Beckett's here." She calls into the room.

On the other side of the wall, you faintly hear someone moving around. You take a deep breath. You still can't believe that you're here at Castle's apartment about to question Castle as a murderer.

You recall your thoughts from just minutes ago. This does seem like another world.

So, this was originally supposed to be a House fiction. Not a Castle one. This was supposed to be a one-shot- not a multi-fic story. And this was supposed to be posted some time after I finished one of my other in progress stories, but since the only thing that has gone right is that it is a 'you' POV I figured that I could go ahead and post it.

Personally I hate those fics where people take the writing of the next season/book into their own hands, but yet I'm here writing one. Oh, well. Please tell me what you think!

This is set after the new promo. So Beckett arrests Castle, but after a hearing about bail it is set and he is released on it. He is able to go back to his house where his employees (lawyer, publicist, and agent) as well as his family prepare for the fallout.

And yes, I know it's short, but it's only the prologue.