Siege

Rated: PG

Category: Double drabble. Castle POV. Angst, humor.

Season: Four.

Spoilers: None.

Summary: A man can only hold out for so long, you know.

Disclaimer: Oh, please. If I owned Rick Castle, I'd be doing a lot more than writing fanfic!

Note: This one is for the Browncoats. Just because I can.

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I was never a big fan of the siege as a battle tactic.

I mean, I get it. It works. Eventually. But it's the "eventually" that always got to me. I'll admit I'm not the world's most patient man, and maybe that's a problem, but personally, I'd choose another tactic if I was trying to conquer a castle. After all, where's the glory is standing around until your enemy collapses from thirst? Give me a sword any day.

Or at least that what I always thought.

But now I'm not so sure.

Now that I'm the one trapped behind the lines and going without, a siege seems much more effective.

This is killing me, even though I'd laid up stores to get through it. Even though I thought I prepared for it.

After all, it's like they say: "A man can live on packaged food from here 'til Judgment Day if he's got enough rosemary."

Well, I've got Rosemary. And Dixie. And even Bambi and Candy.

But as nice as that is, well, what I want is Kate.

And if she doesn't let up on this siege soon, I'm so going to have to make a run at the blockade.