Hi everyone! This is just a fun story I thought of a while ago and finally got around to starting. This idea came to me when I was listening to Katy Perry's song 'Last Friday Night', whist it's not really about the song or anything it is…inspired by it and I thought it would be a fun one to do! Will probably only be a few chapters long, and am rating T just to be safe. Hope you like it, please leave a review! Obviously I don't own Castle or any of the characters or Katy Perry's song Last Friday Night! Please enjoy!
**Chapter 1**
Beckett wasn't sure what exactly woke her. Was it the hot sun streaming into the room from the huge floor to ceiling windows on either side of the bed? Was it her phone ringing from somewhere nearby? Or was it the splitting headache that was making coherent thought near impossible? Probably a combination of all three she decided. All she knew was that she had no idea where she was or how she got there and that she needed to throw up. That need grew more pressing and she began to sit up, groaning at the way the movement sent the unfamiliar room spinning. The way her mouth started to salivate in a sickly way told her she needed to get her bearings real quick and find a bathroom asap, a task which was not proving to be easy.
She was in a big bed, and the part that sent her reeling was that she was not alone. Shit! What the hell happened last night? The someone occupying the space beside her, with their back to her, started to stir. Beckett quietly slipped out from the bed and stumbled across brown, wooden floor boards to a big sliding door, which she prayed had a bathroom hiding on the other side. Thank God! She thought gratefully as the door slid open to reveal a huge bathroom and blessedly a toilet. She barely made it to the toilet in time, had barely dropped to her knees and barely bowed her head before she was ungracefully empting the contents of her stomach in an unfamiliar bathroom she had snuck to after waking in an unfamiliar bed with an unfamiliar person sleeping next to her. Those thoughts sent her stomach lurching and another wave of nausea overwhelmed her.
She was exhausted by the time the vomiting subsided. Her head pounded, her eyes where sore, the room was still spinning and despite all the throwing up she still felt sick. The cool tiles beneath her felt heavenly and she pressed her head to them, hoping to find relief. She relished the soothing cold against her burning skin and decided that perhaps if she just lay there a minute more, gathering her thoughts she might feel better. Her mind worked hard to stay conscious, worked hard to remember what had brought her here, what had happened last night? Who's bed had she woken in, who had she woken next to and how did she get there?
Beckett had no idea how long she had been asleep, when she woke shivering on the cold hard tiles. Making good use of her close proximity to the toilet she threw up everything she had eaten for the past year and swore then and there to never ever eat carrots again. With her arms hugging the toilet bowl and her forehead pressed against the seat she breathed deep calming breaths, and was vaguely aware of the bathroom door sliding open behind her.
"Beckett? You okay?" Oh God, not Castle. It was a fleeting thought as she positioned herself to throw up everything from the year previous.
Castle woke to his phone ringing. He fumbled around his bedside table trying to shut the damn thing up, he hit what he hoped was the ignore button. Judging by the light streaming into his bedroom and hitting his closed eyelids, he thought it was probably late morning. He never slept this late, though if the seediness he was feeling was anything to go by, it had probably been a late night. Groaning, he opened his eyes to the bright sunlight and glanced at his alarm clock, it read 2:16, in the afternoon? What the hell happened last night? He repented for the nasty words he had thought, directed at whoever was phoning him so early when he realised the reasonableness of their timing. He reached for his phone, planning to make amends, twelve missed calls? His first feeling was panic, Alexis, what was wrong with Alexis? But he relaxed when he unlocked his phone and saw that the calls were from a number of people, two from Gina, he wondered if she was calling as his publisher or ex-wife/ex-girlfriend, three from Paula his agent, three from Esposito and surprisingly four from Lanie. What was going on to make him so popular? The second wave of panic hit, Beckett? Something might have happened to Beckett, why else would there be so many calls from Esplanie?
A phone rang from somewhere in his room, what the? He thought at the familiar ring tone. He got out of bed as he hit call on Lanie's number and waited for the dial tone and ringing as he searched for the second phone. The M.E's number was engaged. He stopped dead at the sight in front of him, and memory washed over him, memory from the night before. There were cloths strewn across his floor, and he was pretty sure the tight black cocktail dress at his feet was not his, nor was the black, strappy heals or clutch from where the other phone was buzzing. He bent slowly to fish the phone from the purse, Lanie's face looked up at him from the ringing cell that he recognised as Kate Beckett's.
"Hello?" He answered cautiously.
"Castle?" Lanie seemed to recover quickly from her shock at his voice answering rather than Kate's, "what the hell were you thinking, Castle?"
Well…what do you think? Please review!
