That's All It Takes
Ch. 1: One Shot
Summary: When Kate Beckett, Richard Castle, and the rest of the gang team up to investigate the death of a local contractor, the case turns out to be anything but simple. As events unfold, who ever thought that it would lead to something that could change the rest of their lives. Follow our beloved characters through a story of suspense, comedy, and possibly...romance?
Disclaimer: I do not own Castle...
A/N: Hey everyone, this is the start of my new Castle fanfic I'm writing. You can say it takes place around season 3 with no certain doctor motorcycle boy (just for a little context). I know this first chapter is short, but I just wanted to get something out there for people to read that isn't just about continuations of Castle episodes. If you have a preference of anything you'd like to see let me know, other wise enjoy!
One shot. That's all that separates us from the dark abyss of nothing and from the world we know as reality. It's a thin line and can easily be crossed when you think about it. One minute you're here walking, laughing, breathing, and then nothing. But who does that right? Who wants to worry the worst will happen when you least expect it? Danger stares at you in the face every day: You could be hit by a car crossing a street, a piano could fall on you walking along the sidewalk, or you could slip on a banana peel and hit your head. Silly things really, but they are there. Who worries the worst will happen when you least expect it? The answer to that question is police officers.
Detective Kate Beckett had stared death in the face many times before, so as she stood with her gun aimed at Scott Urbain, it was natural—not that there's anything natural about having a gun aimed back at you—because she'd been in this situation before. Death was almost like the annoying neighbor who wouldn't leave you alone. More often than not in a situation like this, the person aiming the gun at her was guilty of murder and thought they could find a way out of it by threatening cop, and boy did they learn it didn't work like that.
As a sly smile crept across murderer Scott Urbain's face, she knew whatever he was thinking couldn't be good. In one fluent motion, Scott whipped around so his back was facing her. She remembered hearing herself yell, "No!" and then two gun shots rang through the air followed by four more rounds, one of which came from her own gun. Two bodies crumpled to the floor, one of which was Scott's. The other was one of their own.