okay i know everyone has jumped on the bandwagon of doing post always fics... and now i am... but damn we can't help it.. it was THAT good :D anyhow, i tried doing something a little different, I do have an idea of where this is going... please comment and let me know what you think :D
disclaimer: castle and its awesomeness isn't mine.. cry / i was heatrises .net/u/2853119/HeatRises on here but couldn't remember my login so made a new account instead ha :) ENJOY
Dull aches awaken her from the lovely memories of the night before; where she was more than she ever knew she could be. All his. In his arms, she was forever in his debt, for loving her, for wanting her, the damaged girl.
The light was harsh against her eyes, it took some time to adjust, to not only the light, but the surrounding room. She wasn't used to awakening in his room, but here she was, in his room, his bed. Yet where was he?
Kate felt around, but only felt the cold sheets. A sharp contrast to the warmth of them a few hours before. Kate turns, not trusting her touch, needing to see. Where is he? A pang of hurt rushes to the forefront of her never-ending doubts; did he regret last night, was he hiding, in his own house?
Kate reluctantly slides from the comfy bed, wrapping herself in the warm, silky sheets. As she makes her way towards the door she pauses. There is some clothes on the chair in the corner. On closer inspection, Kate sees a piece of paper folded on top of them.
Tentatively she picks it up; unfolding it she sees his writing.
"Kate, I hope these clothes suffice; you're clothes are in the dryer still, they were really wet ;) I'm making breakfast, I'm sure you're hungry; we sure did build up an appetite last night ;)
Yours, always Rick x"
Kate can't stop the radiating smile from emerging on her face; all her feelings were bare, all for him to see now. No more hiding. Kate gently places the letter back upon his clothes, a cozy blue shirt and sweats. She decides against wearing the clothes, opting to walk out in the bed sheet instead, she couldn't wait to see his face when he saw her.
Her mouth begins to water at the smell of bacon and pancakes, and coffee. Oh if she didn't love him already, she sure would've fallen for him this morning!
"Rick? I sure hope you don't mind my opting against your choice of attire this morning." Kate saunters towards the kitchen, an extra sway to her hips, just for him.
"Castle?" Slightly alarmed now, Kate notices the bacon burning, which she removes from the stove. Where was he?
Kate spins around, he must be here somewhere, she must have missed him. Or he's planning a sneak attack upon her, and she must be on alert. Ready to take him.
Her eyes are drawn to the door, and her heart begins to pound, for all the wrong reasons.
Blood.
The door half way open, and a bloody handprint smeared across it. A sinking feeling fills her stomach, kicking away the butterflies. No time for reminiscing. Castle was gone. He'd been taken, and it was all her fault. She'd slept through it all, even after she'd brought them to his door step. She'd failed him, again.
No more. Kate grabs the house phone and dials the all too familiar number.
"I need your help. It's Castle. They've took him." Kate ends the call, collapsing onto the side of the couch, finally allowing the tears to fall. It wasn't over like she had thought. It had only just begun.
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