Disclaimer: I doubt Marlowe would fear for his safety after this like I do...
A/N: This was my favourite chapter to write so far... Just saying.
~Rose
Chapter Twenty-Nine
"Everything is dark"
Agents Ram and Moen showed up at Kate's apartment not long after Kate put it all together. Kate let them in with a polite nod before she got down to business.
"Agent Moen why didn't you tell us you talked to Abby White before she went missing?"
"I don't know what you're talking about," he replied with a scoff.
"She contacted the FBI about files she had and you demanded you take over the case. The files were on my mother and her associates. At least the ones we found were; apparently there were more that went missing. You took the files and abducted Abby White and tried to find out what she knew. You beat her and tortured her but when she wouldn't tell you anything you suffocated her and left her in a warehouse. When her sister came to New York to see if her sister was alright she tried to figure out what had happened and when she got too close you had her killed too to shut her up. Your fingerprint was found on Abby's body."
Nicole stood there in a state of shock—not believing what she was hearing. There was no way Aaron could have killed those two women. There was no way he could be involved in the Johanna Beckett murder and all it entailed.
Kate wasn't done yet though. Taking a step closer to the male agent, who was now over by her window on the other side of the room, she spat, "Agent Moen would you like to tell me how the hell you thought we wouldn't figure out you're working for the dragon?"
"I knew you'd catch on," Agent Moen smirked, "I knew you were a bright one Detective. I am amazed that it took you so long though."
Nicole gasped. She couldn't believe that Aaron, her Aaron, was dirty. She had known him for years. She had been in love with him. Hell, she was still in love with him. She never would have thought he could be capable of this.
"Who is behind my mother's murder?" Kate spat out at the traitorous agent.
With a laugh Moen raised his gun and pointed it at the writer. "I can't tell you that Detective."
Kate had to suck in a deep breath to calm herself down. This jackass wouldn't tell her who was behind her mother's death and now he was pointing a gun at the man she loved. Nicole pointed her gun at Moen and Kate knew it must have been killing her inside. Raising her own gun at the perp, Kate barked out, "Put down the gun Moen!"
"Creative line," he sneered. He turned his gun on the detective now and pulled the trigger. It took Castle less than a second to lunge towards Kate. Castle's body hit Kate's and they both hit the ground.
Nicole didn't even pause in shooting her partner before he shot at anyone else. It did kill her inside but this wasn't the Aaron she had known and loved.
The sheer force of Moen falling backwards towards the window shattered the glass on impact and the agent went flying over the edge. Crashing down into the taxi below, the dead agent made his grand exit. Nicole wouldn't cry; at least not now. She would grieve when she was alone.
Kate moved her hand to see it covered in blood. It wasn't hers—she would know if she was hit—which meant it had to be Castle's. Her heart sank. Flipping the now silent writer over, she gasped when she saw the blood seeping through his shirt. The bullet had lodged itself between his chest and shoulder and he was fading pretty fast. "Rick! No no no no no Rick! Stay with me! You'll be fine Rick! Come on!"
His eyes fluttered and drifted open slowly. "Kate," he breathed out, struggling to even say that.
"Shh shh shh, Castle, don't speak. Listen to me Rick; you're going to be fine. You're not going to die on me now Rick."
Nicole threw Kate a towel to hold against the GSW while she called for an ambulance.
He was losing so much blood and Kate could tell he was losing consciousness as well. As strong as the detective was, she couldn't help but start to feel tears well up in her eyes. "Come on Rick. I love you. Do you hear me? I love you! Rick..."
Castle tried to stay awake. He tried for her, for his daughter, for his mother. He couldn't do it though; his eyes closed and he gave in to the dark.
...don't hate me.
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