This is my first fanfic is a very long time...wow. .;I wrote it on a whim; I've run out of good things to read, for the moment, and I simply cannot move Castle (or Beckett) out of my obnoxious skull. So here's this. I hope you enjoy, whoever you may be, and that you are kind enough to offer me your praises as well as criticisms, ideas, etc. I appreciate it already. :']
-Oh, and this is short for two reasons: 1) Dinner needed help, and 2) Dinner is done. ] /ravenous
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these remarkable characters or the things we've been enlightened to know about them. That's all abc. 3
So, here we go!
Chapter 1 :: The Unexpected
Watching it all without being able to watch herself was staggering. She didn't know (and half didn't want to know) how her face must have looked- appalled, shocked, angry to the point of bitch-slapping….but any of those would be inappropriate emotions to express in any way, considering her employed status. The single emotion she was intensely battling, heaving in her chest above the rest and leaving room for the aforementioned to slip by, was heart-brokenness. It was as if not only her heart had cracked, but a part of her mind. She'd acted to late…pushed too little, joked too much. From the befuddled looks of her friend, it was more than just a schoolgirl crush. And now Richard-the-double-player-spy-Castle was pirouette-ing to the elevator with the sickest of wenches surgically stitched to his side.
Where she should be. Where everyone had expected her, until this very unexpected, awkward moment, to be.
Eyes switching back onto one of her best girl friends, Lanie Parish experienced a new emotional rush: watching the impenetrable wall called Kate Beckett admit defeat, bowing her head to do none other than the single most unexpected act the doctor -nor anyone else in the precinct community standing around her- had never anticipated to witness Beckett pursue when facing a loss: admit defeat without finishing the battle. No chasing after the perp, determination set in her steady yet feral gaze, no gunshot like the bastard deserved- she did squat but collapse inwardly. Like her mother, she had let him go. Too easily…damned psychiatrists thought they knew everything- let go her ass! But under her disdain, Lanie knew how tender Beckett really was…and she understood why the damsel didn't run after the best man to ever conveniently land in her already very full lap. It cut deeply, possibly hurting worse than if she'd spoken up, but it was the pain Beckett had chosen. So Lanie, lost for all words, psychically rendered Castle a lost cause, sending Kate all the good karma she'd been holding onto for such an occasion as this. But Beckett remained (unmoved by the wave of karma) where she stood, rooted to the floor until the elevator doors dinged shut in time with a single tear that struggled down her cheek. The Titanic had, against all evidence and physical logic, sunk, once again.
The door separating Castle and Beckett from their team family wasn't built with the intention of silencing all conversations partaking outside, or vice-versa. It was obvious, from the moment Beckett had invited Castle to the hallway for a private yet unspoken expression known amongst the others, that the highly-secured heart (and its outlandish influences) of Detective Katherine Beckett were about to be unlocked.
Of course they'd all scrambled for the front-row seat at the door as soon as the potentially life-changing conversation began.
Now, Lanie was regretting her luck of sitting closest to the break room's exit. She hadn't missed one blink of Beckett's anguished eyes; the sudden yet dominantly distraught taken aback visage that had forced her girl's waiting lips into a deeply furrowed frown, despite her obvious attempts to stop it. And most importantly, she didn't miss the watery eyes that side-glanced the break room before turning around by way of her right to hide them and walking in the opposite direction Castle had gone.
"No he didn't." Ryan's voice almost made the doctor jump- she'd forgotten the company around her.
"Uh, unless we're all suddenly suffering from hallucinations, I'm pretty sure he just did." Esposito retorted, right behind her.
"What a shame…" Captain Montgomery whispered to no one, his sentence needed to finishing. It was what they all were thinking, focusing on.
"What a Hitch," Ryan began, "What a Hitch." Esposito bagged.
A rustle behind her made Lanie turn face, blinking for the first time in quite a few seconds. She hadn't realized her eyes were wet.
"Well, we've all got work to do, or girlfriends to please." The captain offered what he could, squeezing his way through the group and abandoning the room. Ryan shrugged, Esposito snickered, and both returned to the table to gush down some last swigs of their celebration before heading home. A hand brushed Lanie's as he went past, waking her slightly from her daze.
"That's a real shame…men," She commented before giving both before her an if-you-ever-do-anything-like-this-to-a-women-I'll-murder-you-before-you-can-fumble-for-excuses look, blathering insults under her breath as she too, exited the very full room. "…Disgusting…worthless…rotten…oh I could shoot the next Richard Castle who even dares thinking about thinking about looking at me…"
The morgue was cold. It was obvious, and yet, it wasn't. Cold places were good for more than just keeping the carcasses of the dead. They also consoled those hot with envy or jealousy or supreme ire, or those suffering from scalding burns that blistered below the skin.
Kate Beckett understood both, as she sat, legs dangling limply, on the side of an autopsy table.
I never intended it to be anything like this…
She coddled the bloody knife.
To be continued...
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If nobody responds much to this, I may or may not continue with it. Depends on my free time...but would go faster if I knew someone wanted to know more?
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