Every single one of these 250 words are completely gratuitous and were created (...thrown together) in about five minutes because my friend was flailing about a story in which Beckett fell off the roof.


He saw her begin to lose her balance and reached out instantly but found himself just a nanosecond too slow and just a few inches too far away to close his grasp around any part of her body and hold on. His well-meant but ineffectual attempt to stop her toppling over didn't even succeed in changing the trajectory of her tumbling body and he could only watch as she fell towards the ground, eyes wide and breath catching in her throat, stifling any noise she might have made.

It was over in the blink of an eye; over in a single heartbeat. She landed flat on her back with a dull thud and thick, dark red liquid spread out from her body, creating a large, sopping pool around her.


"Damn it," Beckett swore, pushing up onto her elbows and watching the red wine soak into the rug underneath her. "That's going to stain."

"Christ, Beckett, are you ok?"

"Nice save, Barry Allen." She said sarcastically fixing Castle with an expectant stare. "So much for my gallant hero."

"Sorry, I tried?" He offered with a shrug but Beckett could tell by his far off, slightly glazed expression, he was distracted.

"What, Castle?"

"I find it very hard to take you seriously when you're lying flat on your back beside my couch drenched in wine." He said. Beckett sighed and rolled her eyes, unable to completely hide the smile lingering at the corners of her mouth. "Especially when you're wearing a white shirt." Castle added, grinning broadly.


(evil laugh, evil laugh)

Everyone needs friends like me, right? :)

Thanks for reading!