I'm exhausted but I can't sleep.
I'm terrified of things beyond my control.
I can't trying to find answers, but none of the answers fit.
I'm angry with no good reason.
I'm lost; my world is falling apart.
This is what happens when you sleep-write-think. Well, this, and…
This.
Everything made sense, everything was falling into place. The dress had been a message, a sign, a sign that everything was going to work out, that it was right, that it was all right… Kate smiled to herself, then checked the time. He wouldn't be expecting her yet. And she just couldn't resist…
Half an hour later she was standing in front of the mirror in her bedroom closet, running her hands over her stomach as once again she admired herself in the dress. It felt so perfect, it fitted so well- She rubbed her ribs. She could have sworn it hadn't felt tight around them the day before. She reached around behind her, attempting to loosen the fastenings. It had to fit, it had fitted earlier, but everything she did seemed to make it tighter.
Sighing to herself, she resolved to take it off and sort the back from where she could see it. Something must have happened when it was being packed away again. She scrabbled with the little buttons, they were so fiddly and difficult. Swearing, she tried to laugh - a grown woman hardly able to undress herself! But her laugh caught in her chest. She breathed again but her breathing was tight, so tight, and her stomach almost hurt from the pressure of the corset. She undid a button but there was no relief; in fact the dress still seemed to be getting tighter. This was ridiculous-
She let out a squeal of pain as the dress contracted around her. The pain was in her abdomen now, she felt as if her stomach was being crushed inside her. She yelled again, forgetting her care for the gown, tearing at the elaborate fabric with tears in her eyes. She stumbled, falling to the floor, gasping with desperation as the pain got worse and worse-
Kate woke up with a shout, her face wet with tears, shaking with pain. She was in Rick's bed, she was fine, she was… She winced as she felt something wet between her legs, then blushed bright red in the darkness. She couldn't have!? She reached for the light on her nightstand and looked at her hand. It was dripping with blood. Then she groaned. She'd totally lost track of when she was due, this must be it. She hauled herself out of bed, wondering why she felt so weak. It was embarrassing, so embarrassing…
Rick woke up at the sound of her body thudding onto the floor.
"Kate?" he asked immediately. He looked over at her side of the bed, rubbing his eyes groggily.
"Kate?" She wasn't there. He got up. That was when he saw the blood.
"Beckett, what the…" he knelt beside her on the floor. She was barely breathing, her face was a deadly shade of greyish white. She had a pulse, a weak one, but blood was still pouring out of her. He hurried across to get his phone, almost slipping on the blood on the floor. It was everywhere, on his hands, on the bed. He called 911...
"It's my fiance, she… I… She's bleeding. A lot. She's unconscious."
"Is she breathing?"
"Yes."
"Mr Castle… Is there any chance that your fiance is pregnant?"
A/N: Dresses that get into your apartment without you letting them in should NEVER be trusted...
