A/N: This was my general mix of feelings after I spoiled myself and watched "The Talk" sneak peak last week. It killed a part of me, to see them fighting. It also pleased a different part, in a way that frightens me. I'd assumed this would be drafty and wholesome, but this is all I wrote. It does no good sitting in a file folder, so as short as it is, here ya go. I could maybe do more, later. If I think of more. If you WANT more. Lemme hear it!
Castle's Call Out
He was out of line. She was out of control. The circumstances called for action, so he took it.
He broke their boundary. Little did he know, that boundary separated much more than he'd imagined. Before he knew it, he was calling her back on her tells, just as feral an animal as she. She challenged him, she was trying to shake him- but that wasn't an option, anymore. He'd entered her personal bubble, and no way was he backing out now- not after every hinting gaze, every testing comment, their kiss.
How many times had they almost been killed, now? One of those times would be the last. This time, this time the ending loomed over him like the darkest, foulest of rain clouds. He couldn't let her go, he couldn't let her just give up her life, for one already lost. Her mother couldn't be saved, but she could. Why didn't she see that? That this was a suicide mission- and what was he expected to do? Stay silent and go along for the ride, as usual? Ignore the perilous danger, follow her into the dark? Because he sure as hell wasn't sitting this one out.
Everyone associated with this case was dead.