A/N: So this is my very first fic I've written. Hope you like it! :)


I DO NOT OWN CASTLE OR ITS CHARACTERS! THEY BELONG TO ABC AND ANDREW W MARLOWE!


A tough day at the precinct was finally over and Beckett was heading home. Drained from all the work, she had planned to relax by taking a long hot bath and a glass of wine. The case they were currently solving was a real hard one.

The unsub was kidnapping small children, torturing them for 7 days and then killing them. All the leads so far were a bunch of dead ends which frustrated Beckett very much. She worked so hard to catch this son of a bitch.

Castle also was on his way home from work. This case had been even harder to him. He kept thinking what if something like that happened to Alexis one day. He'd never forgive himself. When he arrived home he saw no lights in the house. He frowned while taking his jacket from the back seat and started to walk towards the house.

Suddenly he remembered Alexis calling earlier that day telling she was staying the night at her friend's house. And Martha, his loved mother was too at her friend's house doing some acting. Castle smiled. He loved the fact the house was all his this night and started making plans in his head. TV, wine, maybe some writing, relaxing shower..

As he opened the door to his loft he noticed something was wrong. The livingroom window was open and the curtain was flying wildly in the wind. Some furniture also was moved and little random things had fallen on the floor.

Castle was terrified. He was quiet and walked towards his office. He was about to take something to his hands to protect himself from the possible danger that might be hiding in his loft but as soon as he grabbed the vase he felt something hit his head, hard. Castle fell on the floor, vision blurred and blacked out.

Beckett had arrived at her house too. She opened the door and closed it after she was in. She tossed her jacket on the floor and put her badge and gun to the drawer where she kept them usually. She took a wine bottle from the fridge and a glass from the cabinet and poured the red liquid into the glass. She sipped the wine little and sighed. She was tired.

Beckett walked to the bathroom and started to fill the bathtub with hot water. At the meantime she lit up a few candles near the tub and undressed herself. In a few minutes she was sitting in her bathtub, sipping the wine and thinking about the day. She closed her eyes and tried to forget everything about the case. She convinced herself they'd get this bastard and put him in jail eventually.

After a moment she opened her eyes quickly. She was sure she had heard a noise coming from the kitchen. She froze and listened carefully. Nothing. She thought it was her imagination or something until she heard a new noise. Like someone was walking there and moving some items.

She got up from the bathtub and put a towel around her and tip-toed to the door. She opened the door slowly and tried to see something or someone. But she saw nothing unfamiliar. She stepped out from the bathroom and walked quietly to the kitched. She saw her livingroom window open and started to walk towards it to close it before she felt something hit her head. The hit was so hard it made Beckett unconscious in an instant.


TO BE CONTINUED..


A/N: So? Thoughts? What could I do better? Were there many mistakes? Was it weird/funny? Please leave feedback so I can improve my writing skills :)