Disclaimer: I do not own Castle
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Nobody said it was easy. But no one ever said it would be this hard.
Kate unlocked the door with her key and walked in.
"Castle, I'm home," she said quickly, "where are you? You have a lot of explaining to do and you can't change…" she trailed off when she walked into the kitchen and saw what on the floor. A blood covered knife and footprints walking away from it.
Suddenly Kate heard movement from their bathroom, like water gushing loudly from a tap or from the shower head. She moved quickly towards the sound whilst at the same time following a trail of footsteps on the floor. When she got to the doorway, she tried to observe what was happening without letting the person know she was there.
She peered inside the bathroom and saw someone washing something. When she figured it was only Castle in there, her shoulders automatically relaxed and she went inside.
"Castle, what have you done? You're bleeding!" she exclaimed.
"Thanks but yelling doesn't exactly help," he replied calmly.
"Neither does washing it under water," she said in frustration. She moved closer to him in effort to help stop the bleeding.
"No Beckett, do not grab a towel. I swear-" before he could finish, she had already pressed the towel against the blood. "No, what are you doing? Those were monogrammed and they were white!"
"Buy some new ones, I'm more concerned about this!" she said, pointing at his arm. "What did you do?"
"Well…Okay. I was making dinner and the floor was wet and I sort of slipped and dropped the knife. So I lunged for it and it…nipped my hand and arm," he explained with a cheeky grin.
"Nipped? You nipped your arm?" she complained, "Not only did you practically slice your arm, you ruined my kitchen floor and left footprints everywhere," she said, slowly examining his injury.
"May I remind you that it is our kitchen!?"
"Sure, whatever," Kate was too distracted with the cut across Castle arm.
"How's it looking?" he asked.
"You'll live. It's not good, but the blood makes it look worse than it really is. You'll need to go to the hospital for obvious reasons," she wrapped the towel around his arm and rolled her eyes.
"We'll also need to stop and buy more towels," he said with raised eyebrows.
"No need, I might just strangle you with those too," she chuckled, "Wait here, I'm gonna get some gauze for your arm."
"No it's fine. I have a towel," he yelled as she left.
"Oh, everything's fine," she mocked in a deep voice.
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A/N: This chapter is not entirely finished; I have decided to make it a two-part chapter thingy. Have fun
