A/n.
First fan fiction ever. It was floating in my mind and I just had to get it out.
Disclaimer: So not mine.
Red
Chapter 1.
There are days when you just feel that everything but you is moving forward. Total standstill. Confusion. Just stuck.
That is how Kate Beckett felt sitting in a dark corner of a random bar that night. Alone.
She had long since remedied her insane decision of accepting Hunt's invitation for drinks and sent him home. She had no idea why she had agreed in the first place. Perhaps loneliness and desperation and the need of some company, any company, had clouded her judgement for a second there. But alas, here she was, more alone than ever, not a soul in this shadowy bar was known to her.
She picked up her half full glass of red wine, took a sip and found it tasteless. Kate doubted anything could awaken her senses, even the flashy, expensive wines Castle kept mentioning here and there.
Castle. There was the root of her problem, of her standstill and confusion. The hows and the whys kept floating in her head. How had they gotten here? Why was he so cold and distant, flaunting the blondes in front of her face and keeping at least a ten foot radius around her?
While she had been working so hard at her own wall, his seemed to have grown into an unbreakable one in a second. She was so ready, so much more together, finally letting go, so in love and admitting it to herself. So close to telling him and suddenly the cold shoulder, cold look, cold everything.
Taking another sip of the bland wine, Kate Becket felt empty. Her spark was gone. She couldn't bring herself to feel. Her mind kept drawing blanks, no answers came forward. Damn it.
Another sip, no, a gulp of the alcoholic beverage seemed to finally move things forward. Warmth entered her body, blood starting to pulsate in her veins a little bit faster. Finally she could feel something.
But it was not what she expected. It started in her fingertips and sent tingling sparks up her arms, down her back, spread through the rest of her body, entered her mind and finally settled deep in her chest. Anger. Pure rage. Its flames licked her insides and burnt her skin. In mere milliseconds Kate Beckett was on fire.
This ends now.
Standing suddenly, she grabbed her coat and bag and dashed out of the bar into the darkened streets of New York. She had her destination in mind, finally knew which way she should be going. She started off in a walk but soon Beckett was running. Her heels echoed down the streets, her hair flew behind her. She was a woman on a mission.
In no time she was nearing the finish line. Just around the corner. Just another few houses...
She was almost at the door she sought when she heard the unmistakable sound of an expensive motor roaring down the road towards her. She stopped dead in her tracks. Red flashed in front of her and the Ferrari stopped a few dozen feet in front of her. Castle's Ferrari. Castle and that, that woman in the flashy car.
For just a second Kate though of running again, but the rage had taken over her. She had lost control of her wall, it was crumbling and cracking with the earthquake she was feeling at that moment.
Taking a few deliberate steps towards the car and yanking the passenger door open, Beckett barked in her most authoritative detective voice: "Get out of the car now! Run and don't come back!"
The blonde woman seeing the blazing eyes of the fury holding the door open for her scrambled out of the car and took off without a backwards glance. Castle barely managed to utter a "What the fuck, Beckett!" when Kate was already at his side of the car, yanking him out by the lapels of the ridiculous leather jacket, turning him around and pushing him harshly in the back. "Get in the passenger seat now, I am driving."
Castle, sensing her anger and knowing that she was packing heat, tripped over his feat, ran around the car and sank in to the seat. He started turning his body towards the enraged woman, but was slammed backwards into the leather, as Kate's foot was already pushing the pedal to the floor. The Ferrari roared loudly with tires squealing. It increased its speed rapidly and took off.
"I do not want to hear a word out of your mouth until I say so," Beckett muttered through gritted teeth.
Castle grabbed the seat-belt and strapped himself in. He stared forward, his fists clenched in his lap, both in fear of the fury sitting beside him and the fact that by the looks of things his wish of crashing the Ferrari might not be that far off.
To be continued...