Disclaimer: If these were mine, I would have Castle and Beckett together already!
Castle sat at his kitchen island, sipping water as he reviewed his fan site. He scrolled downward, eyes flickering through the comments about his latest book. He was just about to go to bed when his phone vibrated.
"Hello?" Castle answered, confused. It was one o'clock. In the morning.
"Castle," the voice said. It sounded like he was out of breath. "Castle, it's Ryan. Beckett's been hurt real bad. She's at St. Vincent's hospital now. I think you should come, immediately." Castle was already dragging his shoes onto his feet and yanking his tan overcoat on.
"I'll be there in twenty, Ryan, if not less." Castle said, then clicked off. He was already hurrying down the hall and into the elevator.
When he got to the main floor, he rushed out of the door, incredibly grateful that Henry, his driver, was still up.
"St. Vincent's, Henry, and step on it please." Castle huffed, winded.
"Yes, Sir, Mr. Castle." Henry replied. And he did step on it, winding through traffic and getting there in about fifteen minutes. Castle jumped out before the car even came to a complete stop, yelling behind him, "Thanks you Henry!"
Castle pushed open the ER doors and saw Ryan standing there, slightly pale.
"C'mon," Ryan ushered him, past the nurse and into a hallway of closed doors. Which one contained Kate? Which one contained her broken body, cuts and bruises and broken bones? Room 223, that's the one.
Castle was struck with horror as he gazed upon his partner, so broken and small looking. Kate Beckett never looked like that. Castle walked silently to her side and plopped down in the little chair next to her. He waited until Ryan exited to take a call before saying, "Kate. Oh, Kate, what happened?"