A new Story! Hope you like it. I think this one has less spelling and gramma mistakes. Thanks to my Beta Lickerish.

I do NOT own anything except the idea!

"RING, RING, RING!" Richard Castle's phone rang and his daughter Alexis took it in her hand. "Dad, Dad!" She shouted but there was no answer. "Dad, Beckett called," she tried once more, but again there was no answer. Alexis decided to take things into her own hands, returning Beckett's call herself, but with her father's cell phone.

"Beckett," said a slightly raspy voice on the other end of the line.

"Hello, Detective," the young girl responded.

"You're not Castle," coughed Beckett.

"No, you're right. This is Alexis," she assented, wondering whether she should have called at all.

"Okay," Beckett responded, trailing off. "I actually called to speak with your father. Is he there?"

"Oh, of course. I understand that, but I don't know where he is."

"Oh, can you let him know that I called, then?" Beckett asked in a tone of discomfort.

"Has there been a murder?" asked Alexis. There was a drawn out pause before Beckett continued.

"Yeah," she muttered, confusion etched in her tone, "something like that."

"Okay, I will let him know if he ever shows up." Alexis responded.

"Thank you." Beckett said before hanging up.

Alexis stood utterly perplexed for a moment. She did not realize her father's phone was slipping until it was too late. It dropped to the floor with a crack and she knew at once that it was broken. Alexis jumped at the sound, seeing what she had done. She grabbed the pieces of the phone and put them on the table.

"Dad!" she shouted again to no avail. Alexis ran up the stairs, taking them two at a time. She skidded to a halt at his open bedroom door, only to find her father lying on his bed. "Dad," she murmured again before she realized that he had his ear-buds in and was listening to his iPod. Shaking her head, she jumped onto the bed next to him, shouting once more. "Dad!"

"Hello, daughter," he said with a smile. "What's going on?" he inquired.

"Beckett called," Allexis informed him.

"Has there been another murder?" he asked.

"Well, I'm actually not sure."

"Did she not say?"

"No. Well, I mean, she said there was a murder, but she seemed doubtful of her own words. I actually think something was wrong. She sounded quite upset."

Castle jumped up without a second thought. "Where's my phone?"

"Downstairs but..." Her father was out the door and on his way downstairs before she could even finish her sentence.

"Dad!" she called, following him with quick steps.

"Alexis," he called over his shoulder as he reached the kitchen, "where is it?"

"It's on the table… but in piec – " She could not finish her sentence again but this time because she was cut off by her father.

"No, no way!" Castle groaned, holding the irreparable pieces in his hands. "What happened?" he shouted, but immediately stopped when he saw Alexis.

"Dad, it's completely my fault. I dropped the phone because I wasn't paying attention. I'm so sorry," she mumbled, tears streaking down her porcelain face.

"Sweetie, don't worry. It's not that bad," he assuaged her as he attempted to slide the SIM card out of the phone.

"Yes it is that bad!" she wailed. "You're worried about Beckett and you can't even call her," Alexis said sadly.

"Alexis, don't worry about it. I can just drive over to the precinct and talk to her there. If it is really as bad as you think, she would have tried calling the house phone." Attempting to cheer up his daughter, when all he could think of was running out to find Beckett, Castle slipped an arm around her shoulder. "It's going to be fine, honey. I can just take my SIM card and buy a new phone. It will only take a few minutes and then I can call her right back. Okay?"

"Alright. Just text me later so I know what's happening?"

"I will. See you later," he said, giving his daughter a hug before running for the door.

"See you later," she said to his retreating figure. "And good luck!"

Getting in his car, Castle made a beeline for the precinct, figuring it should be his first stop. The entire way there, he had a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach. This bad feeling was not assuaged by the thoughts that kept running through his mind. What if something really bad happened to her, he wondered. Parking quickly in front of the precinct, he ran inside. Not wanting to wait for the elevator, he took the stairs two at a time and arrived on the fourth floor in record speed.

"Where is Beckett?" he shouted in the general direction of his two male comrades as he attempted to catch his breath.

"She never came in today," Ryan informed him. "And what's with you?"

"Yeah, what's going on? Has something happened?" Esposito questioned.

"I'm not really sure. She called me not too long ago, but Alexis answered. She said Beckett sounded strange and now I can't call Beckett back because my phone isn't working," he informed them, stringing his words together in an attempt to get them out quickly.

"Beckett? Now you sound strange too," Ryan said. "What could happen to Beckett? She's a rock."

"That's what has me worried. And I'm going to find out."

"Look bro, she's probably just got a cold or something. She's a big girl and can take care of herself. Why do you even care? Got some unresolved feelings?" Esposito jibed.

"Yes! I mean no." At this, both detectives looked meaningfully at each other before rolling their eyes in pure Beckett fashion. "I mean, Alexis was pretty upset about the call, which has me worried. Besides, Beckett never gets sick," Castle ranted, exasperation filling his voice.

"Maybe it's not as bad as you think, dude," Esposito said cajolingly.

"Yeah Castle, calm down. Everyone get's sick sometimes," Ryan added.

"Nevertheless, I think I need to check up on her. Do you know her new address?"

"Yeah, sure. I'll write it down for you," Ryan muttered, searching for a writing utensil. "She lives on the fourth floor," he informed Castle as he handed him the slip of paper.

"What's going on?" asked a voice behind them that Castle automatically knew belonged to Captain Montgomery.

"Nothing," Castle called without a backwards glance as he bolted once again for the stairs.

Back in his car, Castle sped through the streets of New York on a mission. As soon as he found what he was looking for, he slowed to a stop and ran into an AT&T store. Slipping his SIM card from his pocket, he approached the attendant.

"My iPhone is broken and I need a new one," Castle informed him. "Can you help me?"

"Of course, sir. I will just need your information, you will need to sign a new contract, and then we can activate your new phone." After a brief exchange of information, technology, and money, Castle's SIM card was in a brand new phone and he was on his way back to the car. He hurriedly sent a text to Alexis to let her know he was fine before continuing his short journey.

Within minutes, he was approaching the new building in which detective Beckett now resided. He parked and got out, pausing to take in his surroundings. This building was not as nice as the one in which she lived before the Dunn case. Castle assumed that it must have been difficult for her to find a new apartment within her previous price range. Taking the elevator to the fourth floor, he found his way to her door, raping gently and hoping he was not waking her if she was indeed sick. After a moment, he heard soft footsteps making their way toward him. The door opened slowly to reveal not Beckett, but a man. An attractive man at that.

If you like it let me know, because the second Chap is on the way. I only post it if you liked it

Thanks again, Lickerish

Eva