A/N:
Thank you guys for the reviews. I had decided to go ahead and write this chapter before I even saw what you had said, but now seeing them before typing this up and before posting it pretty much made my day, so thank you again. Also, for those of you who are interested in where the story is going, I already have chapters three, four, and five outlined. So hopefully they won't take me too long to type up and post. Also, I wanted to warn you that the characters might not always be in-character with who we see on TV every week. While I am using them as a basis for my story, I want the story to play out how I envisioned, and I can only hope that you like the way I write them. Comments, questions, reviews, or anything else you can think of are welcomed. Also, I wanted to let you guys know that I have set up a twitter dedicated to updates about this story. So if you have a twitter and you want to be notified via that, follow me at: Haiatt_91. Be warned I might tweet random things from it as well just to keep yall entertained on days I haven't updated. Sorry for the rambling, I won't keep you waiting anymore. Here's the second chapter.
Oh and as you are surely aware, Castle and it's characters do not belong to me. Just borrowing them
Chapter Two:
The annoying buzz emitted from the cheap alarm clock on her antique night stand was the first thing that she was aware of as she slipped into consciousness. The second thing she was aware of was her complete lack of will to greet the day. This feeling wasn't necessarily unusual for her, but the feeling had been more common in the past week. She was completely aware of the cause for the sudden onslaught of these feelings, but she didn't allow herself to dwell on those thoughts any more than necessary. Thinking of the cause would only make getting out bed a slower and more emotional process.
Sighing heavily, she swung her legs off the bed and let her feet hit the cold floor below her. Then she made her way to the bathroom, her first action to attempt to start the day head on. After a quick shower and an even faster debate on what to wear, she went to her kitchen to make coffee. This was a recently reacquired habit. She used to do it everyday, but then a certain writer appeared in her life and had since brought her coffees everyday. She silently cursed herself for letting her thoughts wonder to him. She had lived for so many years before him, and she could certainly handle the next week without him. Book tours and vacations for book research were part of his real job, and she wasn't a part of that world. She was his muse, sure. But she knew he had other obligations and the he wouldn't always be around.
Coffee in hand, she made her way to her car and headed to the precinct. She was grateful for the close proximity of the building because it allowed less time for her mind to wander to unwanted places. Parking her assigned car in her assigned spot, she mentally shook herself and went into full detective mode. When she was at home, or before she went to work she was still in a detective mindset, but when she was physically at work or out on a lead she was in a detective mania. She lived and breathed each case that was given to her. Once her mind was where she wanted it to be, she got out of her car and walked towards the building, ready for whatever the day was going to throw at her. But she wasn't as prepared as she thought.
Stepping off the elevator, she looked hopefully at Detective Esposito. He gave her a sad headshake, silently responding to her glance. She knew it was wrong to be disappointed over the lack of a case. A new case meant another tragedy for another family, and she personally knew how such an event could shake and even break some people. But no new case also meant a whole day sitting at her desk pouring over her endless stack of paperwork. She couldn't help but wonder how she had ever managed through all those years before him. This past week without him and without a case had left her mentally exhausted. When he was there paperwork wasn't so bad. But this past wee, every word read and every signature signed was only another reminder of the absent body that usually occupied the chair located next to her desk.
After hours of sitting hunched over the desk, she rubbed the back of her neck, raised her arms above her head, then stood up and stretched all of the kinks out of her muscles. Needing a break, she headed to the break room to get coffee. Pouring the coffee into her mug, the expensive espresso machine next to the coffee pot caught her eye. It was only another reminded of his missing presence.
She wasn't sure how long she was standing there before Ryan, standing right in front of her so when she looked up she was staring straight into his eyes, said her name softly, startling her back into awareness.
"Beckett? Your phone has been ringing for the past minute or so," worry was etched upon his young face. Kate gave him a reassuring smile thanking him and made her way to the phone as quickly as she could. She was excited about the possibility of a new case, but knew as she answered the phone that she hadn't completely erased the exhaustion and boredom out of her voice.
"Beckett," she answered dryly. But no one responded. She heard a ragged breathing and then what sounded like a person being slammed up or falling against something.
Ryan and Esposito, seeing that weird expression painted on Kate's face, made their way across the bullpen and stood hovering by her desk. She looked up at them as they approached and put her finger to her lips hoping to convey her need for them to remain silent. Thankfully they both understood, and the remained planted where they were besides her desk. Ryan and Esposito both knew there were few things in Kate's life that could warrant such a reaction out of her. They looked at each other and silently hoped that they were both wrong about whatever was going on, on the other end of that phone.
Kate continued to listen, but with more intensity. She was hoping to hear something that would indicate who the call was from. She knew that even if no one spoke, she could have the call traced, but something was telling her that she needed to hear for herself whatever was going on behind this mysterious call.
An unfamiliar voice filled her ear. The voice caused her spine to stiffen, and her instincts screamed at her that this man was no good. "Well that was quite an adventure, Mr. Castle. I would have thought given your amicable relations with the NYPD, you might have come in willingly. But I see I was wrong. But that's ok. Just gives us another charge to lay against you. And I am only more than too happy to put you away for a long time," said the voice, which was immediately followed by a hallow laugh.
Kate's heart quickened when she heard Castle's name and she gripped the receiver in her hand so tight that it caused the earpiece to press hard against her head and turned her knuckles white. But Kate was totally unaware of the pain she was causing herself.
More scuffling emitted out of the earpiece, Kate pictured the mysterious attacker pulling Castle to his feet. Minutes passed and Kate listened desperately hoping to hear Castle's voice. She needed to know this wasn't a prank of some kind. She needed to hear his voice for her own sanity. She needed to know what in the hell was happening to him.
The voiced started talking again. He read Castle his Miranda rights, giving Kate some idea of who this man was. It disgusted her to know such an off-putting voice belonged to a law enforcement officer. She heard him say that Castle was being arrested under the suspicion of murder of some woman she had never heard of. Kate could only sit there in shock. She knew this cop must be wrong. She knew him, she knew Castle. She was certain the man she knew, the man she secretly loved, could never harm another person. Not after standing over death day after day with her. Not after seeing how the death of Kate's mother had affected her so.
After he was finished reading the rights, the cop asked Castle if he understood them. Next, the man asked Castle if he had any questions, and Kate was happy to hear the voice of the man she longed to see. Castle asked the cop with police force was placing him under arrest and the cop curtly responded with "New Orleans PD." Kate immediately knew why Castle had asked this. He was making sure Kate knew where he was and who was arresting him. She smiled slightly, thankful for his still clear head.
More movement and shuffling about, and then the last thing Kate heard before footsteps began to make their way away from the phone was Castle's panicked voice calling out to her.
"Remember what you promised me. Remember what you said after the Monroe case."
Castle's words echoed in her head as the last sounds from Castle's abandoned phone faded away. She had remembered what she told him. Her mind quickly flashed back to the moment when she nonchalantly told him that she'd break him out of prison after they had solved the Monroe murder.
It wasn't until Kate felt a gently hand land on her shoulder that she finally hung up the now useless receiver. Kate turned around to find the worried faces of Lanie, Ryan, Esposito, and the captain. They all searched her face expectantly. They knew something was wrong.
The only thing Kate could manage to say before walking to the elevators and out to her car was, "Castle's been arrested for murder."
A/N 2:
I know this chapter is kinda slow, but it was necessary, so just stick with it. Things will pick up, I promise. And remember you can keep up-to-date via my twitter at Haiatt_91
