Hi guys!
This is my first ever fanfic, and I was struck with inspiration as I waited impatiently for more Castle episodes. "Deadly Love" is set sometime in season 4, so anyone who hasn't seen up to that point should know that there WILL be spoilers here. I tried to stick as close as I could to the characters like they are in the show, and I apologise if there are any blatant deviations. Keeping this in mind, why don't y'all drop me some reviews and let me know what you think? I can't get better if I don't know I'm doing it wrong! NEW ADDITION: Guys, I'm no cop, nor am I a crime novelist or anyone that has ever dabbled in this genre, other than watching Castle and a few reruns of CSI/L&O when I'm bored. Therefore, my knowledge of the ways of the police and their gadgets, especially the NYPD, is limited. I try and google everything I use, and everything I'll mention here has been done in the show. I can't help other mistakes but encouraging reviews will help me from making them in the future! ;)
At any rate; no characters/places/scenes/incidents that are mentioned on the ABC show Castle are mine, and neither are any other pop culture references/other characters that were not a figment of my imagination. The plot and everything else is mine, and I hold it very close to me. This is relevant to ALL my chapters. Currently the rating is a 'T' and I reckon it will stay like that until further notice. Lastly, most of my chapters will be longer than this one; the prologue is a way for me to lay down the works and get you all familiar with the setting of my own little Castle world. And without further ado; HERE WE GO. Enjoy!
PROLOGUE
Pain.
White hot, freezing pain.
Castle yelled as the large cube of dry ice was pressed mercilessly into his shin. His agony pierced the silent warehouse as the man who held the tongs laughed, the sounds bouncing off each other. "Pleasant?" he asked lightheartedly, and gave the writer only a second to gather his wits before once again pressing the block onto his skin, his mouth twisted in a sadistic upturned grin.
"Why?" Castle panted hoarsely, yanking halfheartedly again on the hands tied to the chair behind his back, the ropes cutting into his already chafed skin, almost welcoming the sensation as it alleviated the focus from his leg for a split second. But the man with the mask wasn't done. Snarling, he twisted the block and Castle could practically hear his skin sizzle and freeze, the pain too excruciating to begin to comprehend.
"I feel like it."
A hard punch to Castle's face knocked the writer unconscious for the fourth time, and he slumped forward in his seat, held only by the tight, bloody ropes that tied him to his chair, including his hands, arms torso, legs and calves. The masked man chuckled as the writer's blood dropped from his nose down onto his pants, finding the sight deeply satisfying. He set down the tongs onto the black floor and got up from his seat, grabbing his gun with a gloved hand as he walked out of the warehouse. The writer wasn't going anywhere, and he could almost smell his next victim's blood. It was time to leave another present for Detective Beckett.
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In Kate's life, there had been few things she was sure of. Being an NYPD homicide detective kind of rejected any ridiculous ideas of safety that might have sprung up in her life. Always a step out, step in kind of girl, she kept most people in her life as far away from her as possible, never growing too attached because she knew, all too well, that she would not survive another fall. Not after her mother had been murdered. And better to be safe than sorry; that way, no one got too hurt should things turn for the worse. Her own happiness mattered little to her for she hadn't been happy in a long, long time.
Yet, as of lately, the brunette knew that this perspective of the world was changing. It had shivered when he had first bounded into her life, shuddered when he went with his ex-wife to the Hamptons, wobbled severely when they had kissed, cracked when they almost froze to death, exploded when they diffused a bomb and saved millions of lives and vaporized completely when he had told her those three, unforgettable words after she'd been shot.
Richard Castle. Four years into their partnership, and Kate found it hard to imagine being a cop without him. It was true, what Roy – may he rest in peace, her beloved Captain – had said to her; she was good at her job, but Castle made it fun. When the word 'partner' came up, instead of sidekick, she felt the term click into place. Katherine Beckett was a good enough detective not to need a partner who was like she – rather, she needed the opposite. And that's where Castle entered the equation.
And so, gradually and almost unnoticeably, the writer who called her his 'muse' bounced his way into her heart. She might deny it, she might object to it whenever it came up, but he was there to stay. That wall – the one she'd told him about, the one that prevented her from being ever truly happy in any sort of relationship – it was the only thing standing between taking that extra step. She'd tried twice before, only to be unintentionally shot down by him. Third time, she wanted to make it count.
Often at night, when her mind grew tired of thinking of her mother's murder or her current case, Kate's mind flitted innocently to Castle. The detective had caught herself on more than a few occasions when she'd actually giggled out loud or cracked a smile just at the memory of him. The first time this occurred she'd been so shocked at herself, she'd been grumpy the entire following day, leaving a perplexed Castle wondering what in the world he'd done that time to deserve such treatment.
But of course, he hadn't done anything. It was all her. With her flirting, her closeness to him, her newly formed NEED to have him around. The very thought was jarring, as Kate Beckett prided herself on the fact that she didn't need anyone. Though she relied heavily on her team at the precinct, that connection – which had seemed so strong four years ago – paled in comparison to what she felt towards Castle.
And that freaked her out, twenty four hours a day, seven days a week.
And there you have it! Review, please? I'll be ever so ecstatic if you do. I should be posting updates regularly (for example, the first chapter is already completely written) so keep that in mind. ALSO, I'll try and stick as much as I can to canon, and will integrate future episodes into my writing. Last thing; I'm not expecting this fic to be massive. Perhaps five, six chapters? I don't know yet, but my basic outline encompasses that.
Review! Pretty pretty please with Casckett on top? ^_^
