Here's a little something I have been playing around with. I hope you enjoy! Once again I own nothing Castle and it's characters don't belong to me.
He halted in the wind, and - what was that Far in the maples, pale, but not a ghost? He stood there bringing March against his thought, And yet too ready to believe the most.
"Oh, that's the Paradise-in-bloom," I said; And truly it was fair enough for flowers had we but in us to assume in march Such white luxuriance of May for ours.
We stood a moment so in a strange world, Myself as one his own pretense deceives; And then I said the truth (and we moved on). A young beech clinging to its last year's leaves.
Robert Frost
This case had taken a toll on Kate, not just physically but emotionally as well. It involved a little girl. Those were always the hardest. A little girl had been killed and Beckett had run herself ragged trying to find the killer. That little girl had reminded herself so much of her own little one.
Yes, Kate Beckett has a daughter. She always felt slightly guilty for not telling Castle. But she didn't want all this unwanted attention brought upon her, especially after the bombing of her apartment. She didn't want her daughter to be all in the spot light.
But still, she felt bad. So due to a mixture of guilt and all these other emotions swirling through her from this case she found herself standing outside Castle's apartment.
She tentatively knocks at the loft door. A few moments later the door swings open to reveal Castle wearing jeans and a regular shirt. The normalcy of it all made Kate fall a little harder for him.
"Hey Castle." She says proud of the fact that her voice wasn't shaking.
"Beckett, come on in. What brings you to Chez Castle?"
"Uh can we talk?"
"Sure, come on in." Castle offers. They sit down in his living room.
"Castle, there's something I need to tell you. Something that I kept from you."
"Wh-what?" Castle asks. He assumes she is going to admit that she heard him profess his love for her.
"I, I'm so sorry I have kept this from you. I just really didn't want this to make the papers or your books or anything. But, Uhm, Castle I have a daughter. She's five and she lives with her dad most of the time. But she spends the summers with me. But we worked out a new custody agreement, with him moving out of the state that I will get full custody with the occasional weekend and holiday visit for him. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner."
She waits for him to say something, anything at all. What surprises her the most is that the man with an endless vocabulary says nothing at all, instead he gets up and slams his office door leaving her sitting there speechless.
She waits in shock for a moment before getting up and leaving his loft heading towards her own apartment. She doesn't know what to do. All she knows is that she just wants to be home.
She makes it home in record time, not quite knowing how to feel she lays down on her couch while looking at old pictures of her daughter. Before she knows it she is softly drifting off to sleep. The weight of this week finally taking its toll.