Beckett gasps as her knees hit the concrete floor of the warehouse. They were surrounded, nothing could be done, finally a challenge that couldn't be met. She turns her head, watching as Castle is forced next to her. As his eyes met hers, she knew that he didn't see a silver lining either. Too bad, she needed one. Reaching out, their hands met, fingers interlocking as their gaze held.
"I love you, Kate." His voice was shaky, she couldn't blame him.
"I love you too, Rick." She replied.
She heard the slide of a pistol, almost able to feel the bullet entering the chamber of the lethal weapon.
"Always."
"Always."
As her eyes closed, two shots echoed through the warehouse.
Tapping was heard in the loft, a soft click clack of fingers on a computer keyboard, the white screen filling with black font, words spreading across it like wildfire.
"Richard, dear! You are going to be late." Martha's voice entered the office, breaking his concentration.
"You don't want to be late for the book signing again."
Sighing, he saved the file he was working on, minimizing the page.
"Be right there."
He was already dressed. It wasn't formal, just a book signing. He smoothed out his dark blue button-up, turning and grabbing his jacket off the back of his chair, slipping his arms through it, and pulling the front of it so it was around him well. Looking back at the computer, a small, sad smile adorned his face, looking at the cover of the book he had just finished, the one he was going to sign; The New York skyline with a simple one word title in the foreground. Closing his computer, he walks away, closing the door behind him.
It was busy, as always. His jacket, long ago abandoned on the back of his chair, muttering thank you's and pointless blurbs to make people happy and feel loved. Every time he looked at his newest work of fiction, how he craved for it to be real. The end of the line was here, he could tell by the lack of footsteps. And as this final guest laid down the book, he smiled at it, it was a series that he had finished, and his best, probably that he would ever write, simply named, Castle.
"So, who should I make it out to?" His voice broke the silence, looking up.
"Kate, make it out to Kate."
