Genre: Drama, Crime, Romance, Family, Humor

Rating: M for violence, language and sexual situations

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters featured on the show Castle, they belong to the creator of the show, ABC, and the others who do own them.

A/N #1: Since this chapter is so short, I'll be posting the next one in a few hours so if you would like to read it look out for it then!

A/N #2: The title of this story is the title of a song by Noël Coward, the version I've taken from is sung by Paul McCartney from the tribute album Twentieth-Century Blues: The Songs of Noël Coward. The title of this chapter is a lyric from the song Isolation by John Lennon, from his album John Lennon/Plastic Ono Band.

A Victim Of The Insane

"I don't know Kate, it feels like this is just someone who supports Hopkins, and they're trying to shake him," Rebecca Foster said as she led Beckett into hers and her husband's office.

"I wouldn't take it so lightly," Beckett told her. "Remember I told you about what happened to me."

"True," Rebecca sighed, standing in front of the door. "But the police do have the letters."

"You've got just slightly more than a week until the election," Beckett replied. "And I would feel better if Castle and I take a look at them."

"You don't think Brad would let you see the letters?" Rebecca asked, her hand on the doorknob. She winced and said, "Sorry, I forgot the FBI is looking into this now."

"Yeah, but we could think outside of the box compared to them at least, so let us look at the copies David made," Beckett said. "So besides that, how are you feeling?"

"I was waiting for that to come up," Rebecca replied with a smile as she opened the door. She stepped inside the small outer room to the office and said, "I'm good, David is still driving me insane though, because he's so worried."

"You only have a month left now don't you?" Beckett asked as they paused to talk.

"A week and a half less than that," Rebecca said, looking down at her nearly nine month pregnant body. "But I'm doing great, so is the baby, so I wish he'd stop hovering when he's here."

"I'm surprised he hasn't collapsed from the strain of you, the baby and the election," Beckett replied with a slight smile as she knew her friend wasn't really angry. "Speaking of which…"

"Right, this way," Rebecca said, opening the door to the office before she stepped into the room and some movement on the patio caught her eye.

Standing a little to her right, Beckett saw what her friend was looking at, seeing a man completely in black next to what looked like a mannequin. And when she saw the glint of a gun in the outside lights she reacted quickly yelling, "Rebecca get down!" grabbing her friend and pushing her down to the floor, trying to guard her as the intruder shot through the window at them a few times before everything went silent.

"Wait, don't-" Rebecca started to say before she cut herself off.

"It's okay," Beckett replied as she thought her friend had been protesting her going outside. "I just need to check and see he's not waiting for us to leave so he can get inside." She picked up the poker for the fireplace in the room, and opened the sliding door after using her jacket. She walked back and forth on the patio, peering down the sides of the house but not seeing any sign of the man. She then went to the mannequin and froze when she saw that in the moonlight it wasn't a figure but a woman, her head down and her arms tied spread out on the table. Getting her phone out of her pocket she called 911 and stepped inside as she told the woman on the other end, "This is Kate Beckett, I'm at 4220 South Oceanside and there was a man tying a body up on the patio table, shooting at me and the homeowner when he saw us."

"Kate!" Rebecca said then.

Hearing the strained tone, Beckett turned hurriedly to her friend, and when she saw she was still on the floor she ran to her, forgetting that she'd been talking to 911. "Rebecca? What's wrong, what is it?" she asked in concern, seeing the pain on her face and her hand almost clutching at her stomach.

"You need to get me to the hospital, the baby's coming," the woman told her with an exhaled laugh that had little mirth before she clutched Beckett's arm in pain at the contraction that felt as though it tore through her body.

"I have to go," Beckett said quickly to the operator, remembering her suddenly. "The house owner is going into labor." Not waiting for a reply to that, she helped Rebecca stand and helped her through the house, grabbing their coats as an afterthought before taking her to her friend's car that was already prepared for what was supposed to be a future trip the hospital. Helping her sit in the back, she ran to the driver's seat, everything in her telling her to hurry as Rebecca moaned softly in pain behind her. She got them on the street in what had to be record time, and sped towards the hospital, forgetting about everything else; even the body in the Foster's backyard; her mind zeroed in on getting her friend and the baby to the hospital.