So This is a beginning of a story I'm doing, obviously based on the new episode coming in like 2 weeks!
"I think I'd like my lawyer now." Not able to fight off the sting of his eyes, Castle sits there, not knowing what else he can possibly do. The reality of the situation dawning on him. How everything, from video surveillance to finding his finger prints at the crime scene, everything points a finger at him doing it. Focusing his blurred eyesight towards the glass, pleading with his blue orbs, knowing she can see him. Wishing he can see her to. It would make things easier, maybe even calmer to see her face, have a reassuring smile.
Maybe not though. Not if she thinks that he did it, that he could possess the evil to kill or cause harm upon another human being. No if that's the case then he absolutely does not want to see her. Doesn't want to spot the hurt and doubt on her facial features, in her eyes. It will make him sick to his stomach. Will fundamentally break him. Fracture him to no repair. No, he does not want to gaze upon her horribly beautiful face because it might just ruin him. To even think that she thinks he's the killer is killing him inside.
It's unreasonable really, even considering that he, Richard Castle would kill someone? He works with the 12th precinct for crying out loud. Why would he risk losing the best thing that's ever happened to him? He wouldn't, that's the cold hard truth. He wouldn't betray the 12th, he wouldn't chance losing Kate, and he sure as hell wouldn't kill anyone!?
Has the world gone completely mad? All sanity lost? Has everyone become inattentive to that fact that this is Richard Castle? The man child, the friend, the boyfriend…. The partner? It seems it, like maybe this is just a disastrous nightmare. Perhaps it really is, just a delusional dream, that he really needs to wake up from. Closing his eyes, Castle takes an enduring breath of flat air from the closed in room.
'WAKE UP CASTLE, WAKE UP! COME ON RICKEY BOY, THIS IS JUST SOME SICK DREAM YOU'RE HAVING!'
Castles eyes open again to the harsh lights of the interrogation room. The scent of coffee in the distance, and the appearance of Espo standing with his arms crossed whispering something into a uniforms ear. So it's not a nightmare. It's all real?
Review please, I know it's short! The next chapter will be MUCH longer, promise Just tell me what you think so far :D
