Beatles 65
by RGoodfellow64
Chapter 1, No Reply
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Disclaimer: Short and sweet, I don't own Castle or anything about the show or stars, nor do I own the Beatles, their music or anything else other than stuff a whole lot of other fans also have. This is strictly for my own entertainment and hopefully for yours and never a penny, or farthing, passes my hand.
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I tried to telephone / They said you were not home / That's a lie…
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He stood watching the building and wondering when everything went wrong. She was there. He saw her go in that door, yet every time he called, it always went to an answering machine or he was told she wasn't home.
How could she not be home? She was still recuperating, and no one, not even her, could heal so fast. It took everything he had to stand back and watch as she slowly took each step to the front door the day she left the hospital. He saw the intense concentration on her face as she forced her body to follow her will and climb those three steps.
Three steps, that's all they were, but it took her almost twenty minutes to climb them and rest before she entered the building. Most of the time her face was turned to the ground, watching her feet as she forced them to move, but he could clearly see the agony on her father's face as she slowly made her way up to the door.
He would have given everything he has to exchange places with him at that moment. To be the one she leaned on, that she relied on to help her…even if it was just a hand on the elbow rather than an arm around her waist or shoulder.
Hell, he wanted nothing more than to pick her up and carry her to her bed, but instead here he was, standing outside, across the street and away from her eyes. Hiding. Lurking. Spying? Was he really spying on her? He had no idea. He just knew he wanted to be with her and desperately needed to know what went wrong that she won't see him, or answer his calls.
'At least she's not with him', he thought as he watched the windows for any sign of her. Just the thought of him being near her, or talking to her, or even writing to her made his chest ache. He actually heard himself growl and wondered for a moment where that came from.
He was jealous, he admitted that to himself, and wondered if she knew. If she realized his hatred for the other man in her life. He's been here for days on end however and hasn't seen him at all. The few times she's left the building she was with her father and they only went to the doctor and back.
He wondered if he had the courage to go up to see her the next time her father went out for food, although the last time they went out they came back with bags from a local store.
He punched his left hand into his right in frustration. He was tired, he was angry and he desperately wanted to see her. Desperately needed to see her, talk to her, be with her.
He took his phone out of his pocket, pressed two keys, and watched as her photo came on the screen. Funny how a year ago he never thought he'd be here, needing her so much, wanting her so much. As he looked at her photo, a message came through telling him he was needed. He had to leave and he didn't want to.
Sighing, he pressed the call button on his phone, dialed a number and listened as it rang. On the third ring it was answered by her father, "Hello?"
"Hello, Mr. Beckett. Can I speak to Kate?"
There was a long pause as he heard a hand go over the receiver and then the same words as before, "I'm sorry Josh, she's not at home now."
He sighed and after asking her father to let her know he called he disconnected the phone and put it back in his pocket as it buzzed again. He had to leave, the hospital was insistent.
He looked at her fathers building one more time and saw movement in one of the windows. The curtain was closing but he knew that face. It was her.
He turned and walked back up the street where he'd parked his bike, feeling his phone buzzing a third time from the hospital. He only wished he knew why she wouldn't talk to him, what it was he said that made her break things off and walk away.
If only she would talk to him. If only she would see him. If only…
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AUTHORS NOTE: I never did a 'song fic' before and I guess this falls into that category. The tune for No Reply kept going through my head and I couldn't shake it, and when the above line stuck out from the others, I couldn't help but write. As you can see this fic takes place at the end of Season 3. We don't know what specifically happened between Kate and Josh (although if you want an idea…insert blatant plug now…read my story "Moving On") or how they actually broke up, I thought it would be interesting if Castle wasn't the only one wondering what the heck happened.
I will be using lines from only the songs that John Lennon and Paul McCartney wrote for the Beatles 65 album. My one great hope is that after I write these chapters the songs will stop going through my head! Man that's frustrating.
