Disclaimer: Don't own Castle, though I guess I own this story line...

A/N:

This is set around the middle of season 6 and it's my first fan fiction so cut me some slack

Just to warn you, although this doesn't have any M content this deals with fairly mature subject matter, but it's such a huge problem with our society and I think that increasing awareness is a crucial aspect of reducing this as a problem and this is something people from every age group should be aware of. I hate spoilers, so I'll leave it at that.

It was late, but Beckett had a skip in her step as she walked down the street towards the restaurant where she knew Castle would be waiting for her. She was twisting her hair around her finger with a shy smile across her glowing face as she noticed the time on her father's watch. She picked up her pace and ducked down a side street. This would cut 5 minutes off the normally 20 minute walk she would take from the precinct to The Old Haunt where she was planning on meeting him.

She could tell they were drunk from their loud bantering far before the cat calls and wolf whistles started. She rolled her eyes and stiffened her posture, knowing from experience the leering she was in for. She had no doubt she could take one or two of these idiots, but five made her nervous. She wanted to look good for him tonight, though. Her short dress was tight around a cushioned bra and her perfectly toned behind. Her plan: grace him with the news and fall into multiple rounds of celebratory love making. She bit her nail and swung her head down shyly at the thought. She knew he was going to be overjoyed with her decision. Her smile grew before,

"Hey baby, how much do you cost?" brought her back to the present. One of the five men approaching her asked her this. His eyes were glazed over but still dark with desire as he blatantly ogled her no-so-discreetly hidden bust.

'Yeah, I'm not interested" she nonchalantly replied. She was already regretting not throwing on something to cover herself up with until she got to The Old Haunt. The men were buff, their clothes torn and dirty from a long night partying. Kate noted the crusted blood that splattered one man's clothes as he held a bloody cloth out from his face, inspecting it for signs of continual bleeding. Deciding his nose had stopped leaking, he threw the cloth at one of his companions who laughed in disgust and returned the favour with a punch in the gut.

"Rickie, yous an asshole." nose guy grunted. Kate's ears pricked at the name 'Rickie', heart skipping a beat before realizing that it belonged to this rat of a man. She nervously laughed to herself and made a note to tease Castle about his namesake later.

"Is your name Miley Syrup *hic* Cyrus? Cuz you can wreck my balls", jeered another man whose attention was caught by Kate's deliciously long legs. He stumbled closer to her, face in hers so her nose was overwhelmed with the stench of alcohol and sweat. He looked down her dress and she nearly gagged as the other men laughed and threw out their own rounds of drunken pickup lines. Her heart started to pound and her breath quickened as she became alarmed to the sudden lack of traffic in the area. Kate went to stride past the group of men in an attempt at confidence. She unconsciously rubbed her thighs together to comfort herself with the knowledge that she had her gun and cuffs with her before quickly realizing she had left them at the precinct. These men were different from others who usually hit on her, she could tell now that nose guy and 'Rickie' were not nearly as drunk as they made out to be and it shook her up. The tattooed man and a short buff guy were inebriated beyond anything she had seen from a conscious person before. The last man in the group looked nearly sober, but it was the unquenchable hunger in his eyes that drew ice to her veins.

"Hey, I uzz talkin' a youu" the tattooed man stepped in front of her, blocking her path, before stumbling back and catching himself on the wall.

"NYPD detective, you might wanna watch your paws" Kate snapped as the short buff guy made a grab for her breast. Her breath quickened and hands shook as tattoo face and the buff guy began to fill her personal space, jostling her and stroking everything from her ass to her hair.

"Well you can cuff m…" he whispered in her ear before turning violently puking against the wall. Kate fought a shudder pulling her cell from her bra to call for help and to report this unrestrained show of public intoxication only to have tattoo face knock it from her trembling hand.

"Common lady, Stevie here uz jus tryin' a have little fun" he slurred bringing his face towards her for a sloppy kiss before she grabbed his arm and shoved him violently against the brick of the wall and growled,

"You do not want to get on the bad side of a highly regarded NYPD detective." The man in her grips struggled uncomfortably, too drunk to register the pain of her actions.

"Thas hot." was his reply. The other men laughed and grunted their approvals but she barely heard them for the deafening pound of blood in her ears. Her fingers tingled and her eyes became blurry at the edges as adrenalin rushed through her system. She needed to establish control over the situation. She saw Steve had finished spewing his guts and he barely reached out to touched her again before she had him eating cement, spine hard under the compression of her knee while tattoo face lay passed out after tripping and landing on his back when she released him. Kate was reaching for where her phone had fallen when she felt a sharp pain the the back of her skull and everything went black.

A/N: Thoughts?