Hi Guys! So I'm a new writer of Castle fanfiction.. but i'm an oldie to the fandom :) Since it's inception in fact.
Currently in my last year of schooling.. so updates won't always happen every week.. but they will happen!
Have a fantastic day/night.. or whatever it is where you are :)
Hope you like!
Disclaimer: I do not own Castle.. or any of the characters affiliated with it
'Answer the damn phone,' huffed Katherine Beckett, quickening her pace through the pouring rain.
Ring Ring Ring
After another dozen rings Beckett gave up, shutting the phone with more force than necessary in sheer frustration. She thrust the doors open as she brushed past the doorman and towards the elevator. Slamming her fist against the up button, she tapped her heel briskly against the cool marble of the lobby floor. The ding of the elevator pulled her out of her momentary reverie and she crossed the threshold into the elevator.
Level 2, Level 3...
The elevator was not going fast enough for her liking, a sliver of uncertainty beginning to creep into her thoughts as possible reasons as to why Castle's phone remained unanswered twittered around in her head. Stop it Kate, You're overreacting.
The ding of the elevator did nothing to calm her nerves as she walked closer to Castle's door. She slowed her pace, whipping her head in all directions as she came to a halt in front of the metal door. It was ajar, small scratches near the keyhole evident as she bent her head to take a closer look. Her hands went to her hip, keeping a firm grasp on her weapon.
She inched the door open slowly, her eyes widening at the chaos that pervaded her senses. The lounge was torn to pieces, cushions and upholstery scattered throughout the main room, the lounge itself laying at an odd angle just infront of the door. Pages from books littered the room, a trail of blood beginning from the door and leading into the kitchen. Beckett withdrew her gun, looking for signs of life as she quietly manouevered herself through the mess.
Upon entering the kitchen she saw on the table a note from Alexis saying she was going to be at Ashley's until late, and asking her dad not to wait up. A knife was laying flat on the bench next to a chopping board and vegetables. Out of her peripheral vision Kate spotted a small pool of blood around the corner of the kitchen bench surrounded by broken glass and ceramic.
'Castle?' Beckett shouted, clinging on to the small amount of hope that this was simply a practical joke and Castle at any minute would come out from behind the lounge yelling 'GOTCHA'.
No reply.
She made her way cautiously down the hall, picking up her phone to attempt one last call to Castle, praying he would pick up.
Ring, ring, ring.
Kate's knuckles were going white from the sheer force with which she was clinging to her phone. Head darting around Kate made her way towards the study, one hand still clutching the phone, the other keeping a steady grasp on her gun.
As she turned the knob and opened the door, she heard the unmistakable sound of music, coming closer to the desk she saw the source. There on the desk was Castle's phone, playing the ringtone she'd picked out for him as a joke one lazy afternoon, Brown-Eyed Girl.
Kate felt the umistakable sensation of burning as fear for Castle enveloped her. He was never more than three feet away from his phone at all times, and with the obvious signs of struggle in the kitchen, Kate could put two and two together.
Lifting her shaking hand, she pushed a lock of her brown hair has she dialled her phone.
'Esposito, we have a situation.'