Hello,
It's been a long time since I wrote any fanfiction. Here is a collection of moments for one of my favorite TV Couples. They are not forgotten :).
Of course I don't own them. I just love them and wanted to share some scenarios that I thought about with others who miss them.
Just know that non of my Castle storiess will have a non-Caskett ending.
Enjoy :).
"Can't you just for once mind your own damn business and leave me alone?" Kate yelled angrily and turned to the murder board.
For a second he thought maybe he should leave but he knew he couldn't. He couldn't leave her here like this. Not when she was so pale and she had that... that look on her face. She was not well for the past few days, weeks, actually. But for the last 3 days, it was different. Even more pronounced.
As he was thinking, he went into the break room, to collect his thoughts, to take a moment to himself. Then he heard a commotion, following a thump.
"Beckett" yelled Ryan.
Castle ran towards them and saw that Kate was lying on the floor, unconscious. He frantically ran to her and sat right next to her. He was so worried about her and so clueless as to what was wrong. The only thing he could do was to hold her hand and sweep her hair away from her face, softly caressing... All the while whispering, "please be okay, please be okay, please be okay".
She started to come to, whimpering and disoriented just as the ambulance crew arrived. They did their preliminary checks and then put her on the stretcher so that she could get examined properly at the hospital.
Castle refused to stay behind so he got in the ambulance with her. Holding her hand all the way to the hospital. She was now conscious, albeit shaken up – and that probably was what made her not push him away and scold him for stroking her hand and looking like somebody kicked him in the gut.
At the hospital he waited outside of her room as the doctor examined her and they ran a few tests. When he went inside her room, she was sleeping, so he took the chair next to her bed and watched her for a while. Looked at her sleeping, tired form. He couldn't stop himself from touching her face, gently stroking her hair, running his fingers softly over her cheeks.
She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He felt a lone tear run over his cheek and prayed that she would be okay and that she would let him be there for her, so that he could make sure that she got better.
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