This is my first fanfiction. Had this story play out in my mind and wondered what others would think about it. Please leave comments and reviews so I know what I can do to make it better.
If there is no interest then this little short start can fade away.
Disclaimer: I don't own Castle. I'm just building on the great creativity of others.
The ambulance screeched to a halt in front of the emergency room entrance. The driver hopped out and ran to the back doors reaching it at the same time as the doctor and nurse meeting them.
"What have we got?" the doctor asked as he opened the doors.
"Male, mid-forties. Had his throat slit. Flat lined once in route. Lost lots of blood already pushed two units. We clamped the artery and stopped the flow. He's coming in and out of consciousness."
The doctor turned to the nurse," We go straight to the OR or this guy doesn't make it." The nurse ran through the automatic doors and into the hospital. The two medics and the doctor wheeled the patient in behind her. As they made their way through the halls and into the elevator the man sprang awake. He grabbed the doctor's coat and pulled the doctor down into his face.
"Detective Katherine Beckett." He choked out.
"Sir, calm down. Don't talk. Your throat has been …"
His eyes frantic and consciousness slipping the patient redoubled his efforts "Detective Katherine Beckett."
The infernal noise pulled Castle awake. It took him a moment to get his bearings. That's when he realized the noise was his phone. He reached across to the night stand and grabbed the piece of annoying technology.
"Castle." He answered.
"Castle…"
"Sorry Javi, I must have picked up the wrong phone. I'll wake Kate."
"No Castle don't. Not yet. I called you for a reason. If she is still asleep, leave the room."
Castle carefully got out of bed. He was actually very surprised that the phone didn't wake Kate, but she did get in only a couple of hours sleep where as he had meetings at Black Pawn and had been out of the case. He walked into the office and closed the door.
"What's up Javi?"
"Vulcan Simmons was admitted to Lennox Hill last night. He had his throat cut."
"Is the son of a bitch dead?" Castle growled.
"No. He's asking for Beckett."
"Are you serious? What the hell for? She's not going down there. Things are just getting better. Just let him die and we can all breathe easier."
"I know Castle. I know how you feel. But listen to me. His throat was slit. Elena was found at the scene with two bullets in the chest. She was sent to kill him."
"Bracken had him hit? That doesn't make sense. He needs Simmons to keep the drugs going to keep the money flowing for his campaign. We are still two years out. No way he doesn't need the money. But why Kate? He tried to kill her."
"He says that she's the only one he knows isn't on the take."
After several minutes of silence Javi checked to be sure that Castle was still there. "Castle?"
"Yeah, Javi. I'm here. Give me some time to talk to Kate and I'll get back to you." And with that Castle hung up the phone. He walked back into the bedroom to see Kate still sleeping peacefully. She hadn't had nightmares for almost two months. Things were just getting back to something close to normal. Now he was going to wake her from a peaceful sleep and drag her into the nightmare he was so desperately trying to protect her from. He crawled onto the bed and bent down and gently kissed her temple.
"Kate, babe. Wake up. We need to talk."