So I watched the Vampire Weekend episode again the other day and it got me thinking. What really did happen to make Castle so interested in murder? I got to thinking and thought this would be a interesting little twist. So enjoy my own personal little take on what could have happend. :P Any errors or typos are mine. I wote this in like 20 min.
I do NOT own anything that has to do with Castle.
"You know you still haven't told me where your fascination with murder came from."
Castle froze, he knew it had been coming, he just didn't quite know what to say. He knew he wanted to tell her the truth but he didn't know of he was ready to tell her. He didn't know if he was ready to tell anyone. He didn't want to reface the dark horrible scene that he was met with so many years ago.
Not knowing what else to do he did what he did best. He told a story, and the thing is, he knew she would bye anything he told her. Not only was he an amazing story teller when he felt like captivating an audience. But he knew that when he needed to, he could hide every emotion known to man. Even from a trained detective. As he was halfway through some bullshit story he was feeding her, he noticed the sympathy in her eyes. The empathy, and it was then he realized that he could tell her. Not only that but he felt the need to tell her. To feel that connection with another human being besides his mother. To feel that closeness and understanding, that love.
"I'm so sorry Castle." She told him as he concluded his story. It was those five little words that made his decision that much easier to make. So instead of just brushing it aside and letting it go, he gave her a look that clearly stated that what he had just told her was just another one of his carefully crafted and witty tales.
"You made that up?" Beckett said with a surprised and slightly annoyed tone.
"Its what I do!" He exclaimed with his smile obvious in his voice. He surprised even himself sometimes, if he didn't know any better he would have even convinced himself that he was as unfazed as he sounded. But the truth was that at that very moment, he was gong through his own personal hell as he thought about the event he still had nightmares about.
"Come on Castle, what really happened?" she asked him with a serious tone, all joking aside.
His eyes sobered, and she knew that what ever he was about to tell her, if he was about to tell her anything. That it was going to be the honest to God truth. He broke eye contact then, not wanting her to see the pain that had crossed his features, hoping she somehow missed it. But knowing her, she missed nothing.
"Hey," she said in a soft tone, "its ok." she grabbed his hand to get her point across. At first he stiffened at first at her touch, at how casually she just placed her hand on top of his. But after a second he relaxed and let himself enjoy the comfort of his friend, knowing that for her this was a rare show of affection.
"I know." he stated bluntly as he turned his hand to fully capture hers. As he did this she subconsciously traced small circles on the back of his hand, as she waited patiently for him to tell his story.
"I haven't always been fatherless you know." He said so quietly she almost didn't hear him. As he said it he finally looked up and met her eyes he could see her confusion. She sat quietly as she waited for him to elaborate. With the look of such patients and caring she was giving him he pressed forward with his story.
"I was almost 16 when he died." he said, his voice cracking on the last word. "He and mother had finally just started letting me travel the city on my own, we were making stir fry to surprise my mom with dinner, when we realized we were out of eggs. He sent me down to the corner store to buy a carton. I was just reaching the checkout stand when he called to tell me that we were out of soy sauce too. I was just grabbing the bottle, joking with him about how only he could forget two of the main ingredients, when I herd the crash. When he was quiet on the line I called out to him. He told me to call the police, that there was someone in the house." Castle paused, giving him self a break before he told her the hardest part of it. She squeezed his hand when she saw the tears slipping down his cheek.
"That was when all hell broke loose. All I could hear on the other end of the line was dishes shattering, then something big and heavy hitting the floor. It was quiet for a second when I heard foot steps. They stopped when they were right by the phone it seems like." He stopped again needing to catch his breath, not trying to hide the tears that were freely falling. He hardly ever cried, but when he did he wasn't ashamed of it.
"That's when I heard the shots." Castle squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out the ringing in hisears, like he could still hear the horrible sound. Not wanting to push him Beckett just sat there silently holding his hand as he told her his story.
"The last thing I heard him say was my name before the line went dead."
SO? What do you think? Should i continue this little story of mine? :) See that little button right there? You know you want to push it! Let me know what you think please! Reveiws make my day! :)