Chapter: Beckett's Friday Night

Pairing: R. Castle and OC (F) and R. Castle and K. Beckett

Summary: Castle rushed away early Friday afternoon after a call from Claire, just a short chapter from Beckett's POV

Disclaimer: I don't own Castle

Words: 1188

KB POV:

I watched as Castle all but ran from the 12th his face alight with happiness, the phone call he had just received was the cause of his sudden happiness. Whoever this Claire woman was I already didn't like her.

Of course I would deny that until I was blue in the face, it was irrational of me to not like her. I didn't even know her, had never met her before in my life, just learnt that she existed earlier this week. So there was no reason to dislike her…

Huffing in irritation, I tossed my pen onto the desk. I couldn't concentrate; the only thing that was going through my mind was the fact that Richard Castle had a date tonight with this Claire woman.

I couldn't decide on whom to slap, this unknown woman for coming into Castle's life and making dates with him. Causing him to leave the 12th early, even if it was paperwork filled afternoon he always stuck around. Just sitting in his chair beside my desk and playing angry birds. Now though, he had sprinted out of the 12th to go and primp for his date.

And that made me want to slap him, hard, maybe even more than once.

I could recall the words he had said to me that day in the cemetery perfectly, how he had hovered above me trying to stop me from bleeding to death, his broken voice as he begged me to stay with him. Telling me that he loved me.

And now he was busy dating some woman, what sort of name is Claire anyway, she was probably some tall blonde with huge breasts and an empty head.

That was his type after all; I had seen numerous photos of him in papers and magazines with airheaded blonde bimbo's hanging all over him. But that was before he had started shadowing me, becoming my partner and friend.

I had thought that he had changed, that he was sincere in his feelings for me, that he would wait. That day at the swings, sitting alongside him after not seeing him for months, I had thought he had understood. That he would wait for me, for the wall to crumble into dust, I had believed that he would.

I could feel the boys staring at me, their gazes cautious as they tried to watch me without drawing my attention to them. I didn't want them to see me have a meltdown; I wouldn't be able to explain it. What would I say to them if that was to happen?

I had yet to be honest with myself about my feelings for Castle, how could I tell them that my heart was slowly breaking because he was going out on a date?

That was why I wanted to slap myself; I hadn't been able to tell him how I felt yet. Or even admit my feelings to myself, to accept that I was in love with the man.

I stuffed all the paper work into a folder before standing up and grabbing my jacket, I had somewhere I needed to go. I needed to talk to someone; I had to get these feelings of my chest before I started brawling like a little baby. Tears were already prickling at my eyes, eager to escape.

"I have a headache." I forced out the words around the lump that had formed in my throat. "See you boys Monday."

I could see that they wanted to say something, maybe ask me if I was okay or what was going on, but I didn't give them the chance. Instead I fled to the elevator, forcing myself to not break down in the middle of my work place. To not give into the emotions that were demanding my attention, to not let the heartache take over.

The car ride was a blur; I couldn't see the road properly from the tears swimming in my eyes. Thankfully I made it in once piece, stumbling out of the car; I rushed up the stairs of the building, hastily pushing open the door. Sitting in her usual spot behind the receptionist desk was a cheerful young woman, Jenna, or some such was her name.

Taking a seat in the uncomfortable hard plastic chair, I waited for Dr Burke to be able to see me. I didn't have an appointment but the man always tried to deal with emergencies. This was an emergency. It felt as if though I was busy dying.

"Come on in Kate." The deep voice of Dr Burke suddenly spoke up.

Looking up from the floor I spotted the man standing in his office doorway, his face as impassive and calm as always. It was what I needed, someone to share my burdens with that would understand. Maybe explain to me why it was that Castle couldn't wait for me.

With a shaky nod I got to my feet, I didn't feel like sitting any longer though, I had to keep moving. If I stayed still a moment longer I wouldn't be able to move again. Pacing the room with my hands fidgeting and twisting together, I ignored Dr Burke who was calmly sitting in his usual chair watching me wear down his carpet.

"His dating!" I blurted out, the words just spilling from my mouth.

"Richard?" He asked seeking clarification.

"Yes! Him." I snapped out feeling the stirrings of anger starting to take hold of me.

"What happened?" Dr Burke asked, never losing his calm and cool demeanour.

"They've been texting all week long and he walks around glued to his phone with this smile on his face, which I want to beat off of him." I ranted, not even trying to engage my brain to mouth filter. "And then she phones him!"

"Hmmm…" Dr Burke intones, not looking away from me.

"That's all you have to say?" I all but yelled at him. "She asked him out and he didn't even hesitating in saying yes."

"Should he have?" Was the calm response I got back.

He had just been officially added onto the list of people I wanted to slap, him and his stupid psychology questions. He knew how much I disliked dissecting everything, delving into my emotions but no, he couldn't give me a break.

"You already know the answer." I spat out glaring at him.

"Should he have said no?" He asked, neatly dodging my comment.

"His supposed to want to be with me." I said quietly, my anger leaving me immediately.

An hour after my little confession I felt better, Dr Burke had talked some sense into me and made me realize what I had to do. Ranting and raving like a crazy person wasn't the way to go about this. With my anger gone, I slowly made my way back out of the building.

I wanted to go home, crawl into a ball on my couch with a bucket of ice cream and a tear inducing movie that would hopefully distract me from thinking about him. Him being out on a date with some woman.

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AN: So did you enjoy KB's POV? I wanted to get our favourite ME in it but I decided to save that for a later chapter.