A/N: I know; I suck for not updating for a long time. I was stumped with this story. I'd like to thank TonyCastle78 for the idea. Enjoy and please review. (P.S. In case you're wondering, I'm doing the talk between Castle and Beckett next chapter.)
One down, one to go, Lanie thought as she caught a cab outside Castle's building. She gave the driver Beckett's address, and soon she was on her way.
This whole plan to get them together was working perfectly so far. She's pretty sure she scared Castle enough to go talk to Beckett. Now she has to yell at Beckett, plant the camera, head to the precinct, and watch the magic unfold.
The cab pulled up to Beckett's building about half an hour later. She paid the driver and told him to keep the change. The doorman knew her, and she exchanged greeting with him before she headed up to her floor.
Lanie knocked on Beckett's door. Well, knock was one way to put it. She was basically banging on the door. "Katherine Beckett, you better get your ass up and answer the fucking door!" Lanie yelled.
"Okay, okay, you don't have to yell, and you can stop trying to break down my door," Kate replied on the other side. Lanie stopped and waited. She heard the door click, and Kate opened it.
"C'mon girl, we need to talk," Lanie said, stepping in without invitation and yanking Kate towards the couch. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, can I at least close my door before you wake up the whole floor?" Kate asked, straining against Lanie's grasp. "Fine," Lanie said, letting Kate's wrist go.
Once Kate locked the door, she turned and saw Lanie waiting impatiently. "Want some wine?" she offered. "Don't try to delay this convo, Kate," Lanie said. "Well, I do, so wait a minute," Kate replied, going into the kitchen to refill her glass.
Finally Kate sat down on the couch a safe distance from Lanie. "What has you almost breaking down my door at 10pm.?" Kate asked nervously. "You know damn well why I'm here," Lanie said. "I really don't," Kate replied.
"You and Writer Boy?" Lanie prompted. "What about Castle and me?" Kate asked. "Girl, Imma smack you. What did I tell you about telling him how you feel?" Lanie asked.
"I try to talk to him, but he pushes me away. I don't know why," Kate replied. "You don't think it has to do with-oh, I don't know- three little words he said at your shooting?" Lanie asked, even though she already knew. "How could he know? I haven't said anything about that," Kate said.
"Girl, I saw the footage of the interrogation with Bobby. You said-and I quote- "I was shot in the chest, and I remember every second of it." Guess who was on the other side of the mirror when you said that?" Lanie said.
She watched as Kate put the pieces together. "Shit," Kate swore out loud.
"That's right, he knows. Now, I'm sick and tired of this little dance of yours. I want this to end. Unless you want to be severely injured, you're gonna talk to Writer Boy. That's all I have to say. If you two don't come back as a couple or at least back to normal, I will hurt you," Lanie said, getting up. She left but not before planting the hidden camera.
Kate stared at the door for a few minutes after Lanie left. Well that was a way to ruin a Saturday. It's not like there was much to ruin anyway. All Kate was planning on doing was scroll through the cable channels for something good.
She thought about what Lanie said. Kate was pretty sure Lanie was serious about the threats. (She'd seen what happened to Esposito when he refused to watch the latest Twilight movie with her.)
Kate questioned whether or not to call Castle. It was getting late, and he might be asleep. Maybe she'll send him a text saying to call her when he wakes up.
Just as she reached for her phone, the doorbell rang. She really hoped it wasn't Lanie again or the guys either.
But the person on the other side of the door was not Lanie, Ryan, or Esposito. In fact, it was the man in question, Richard Castle, soaking wet from the rain that mysteriously started a few minutes ago. "Hey," was all he said.
