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Beckett sat on her couch, turning the small packet of hair dye over and over in her hand. Then she picked up the note again, reading it, praying for the words to change if she looked at them long enough.

They didn't, they just stayed the same.

Dear Kate, she read it again,

Most girls are told that they're one in a billion, or one in six billion, or at least they like to be told that. As it is, you are only one in three. One in my three.

It's come to my attention that your partner, Mr. Castle, must be feeling awfully guilty about failing to arrest me, and this gives me so much pleasure, I feel the need to show him just how guilty he should feel. You see, whilst I have nothing personal against yourself, Mr. Castle has become an inconvenience to me, after all, it was him that discovered my true identity. My life was perfect until your little writer man ruined it for me, I could walk around without fear of being arrested, arrested for my care and service towards the community. Arrested for ridding the world of those disgustingly sweet pretenders. And now, I am an outcast, forced to hide from the police, from everyone.

I have to make him pay for that.

And you're going to help me do it.

Of course, you're not really my type, that's why I've sent you a present. I have to keep up appearances you see. You have a choice now Kate, you can accept my gift willingly and await your fate which I promise will be painless. Or you can resist me, try to catch me, and I swear I will make things very difficult for you. Very painful. And I will of course have to help you use your gift, something which I will enjoy immensely, although I doubt you will. I'm afraid there's no escape for you Kate my dear, you see I have to seek my revenge on Castle for ruining my life. I do, after all, have a reputation to uphold.

I look forward to our meeting.

Yours,

Jerry

By the time she'd finished reading it she was shaking again, and she began to panic. If 3XK was after her, then that meant he was out to get Castle, and she couldn't even think about what he might do to him…or to her.

She had to tell him, maybe they could come up with a plan together, a plan to stop him. She decided to ring him and ask him to come over. She reached into her pocket and retrieved her cell phone, hitting speed dial and waiting as it rang.

'Hey Castle,' she greeted him shakily when he answered, absently noting how strange it was that he took so long to answer 'Can I talk to you about something?'

'Er, will it take long?' he asked, sounding distracted

'Well, I was thinking you could come over,' she said, suddenly feeling like she was intruding on something

'Yeah, sorry Beckett, I'm kinda busy,' he sounded almost cross, as if he just wanted her to leave him alone

'Busy?' she asked, what could he possibly be doing? For godness sake, he spent most of his time hanging on her every word 'What are you doing?'

'I've, er, I've got a date,' he said

'Oh,' a date? Why did he have date? He was supposed to be in love with her.

'Yeah,' he continued 'She's this model who's been wanting to have dinner for ages, her dad introduced us, he's an old friend. You know I think he wants me to marry her,' he laughed 'She's super hot though, whether it lasts or not, should be a good evening, if you know what I mean,'

'Great,' Beckett snapped at him then hung up the phone. What was he on about? Maybe he's drunk, she thought, although she wasn't convinced. Confused, she sat down and turned on the TV, absently flicking through channels.

As time went on and the television began to hold less and less interes for her, Beckett began to worry about her conversation with Castle. What if he hadn't been drunk, or joking. What if he really was out on a date with a superhot supermodel?

She decided to call him again

The phone rang even longer this time, and when he picked it up he sounded irritated.

'What is it Beckett?'

'I, er,' she didn't know what to say, there was only one thing she wanted to say, but she knew it could end very badly. Then the image of him cosying up with a model, looking into her eyes the way he looked into hers sometimes, and she snapped 'You love me,' she said bluntly, regretting the words as soon as she spoke them

'What?' he asked, and there was a catch in his voice she didn't understand

'You love me. You said you did when I was dying. You love me, so what're you doing going on dates with models?'

'Beckett, I thought you said you didn't remember the shooting,'

'Well I do,' she replied 'And I want you to explain

'Look, Beckett…I, you-you were dying, and it's obvious the way you feel about me, I was just trying to make you happy,'

Beckett was almost speechless 'I..you..lied?' she asked, shocked

'Pretty much, but I thought you forgot so it wouldn't be a problem. Honestly Beckett why did you think I've followed you around so long? I owe you for the success of Nikki Heat, the least I could do was make you feel appreciated. Look I have to go, please don't make a big deal out of this, you'll just embarrass yourself,'

Beckett let her phone slip from her hand. What had just happened? Castle, her Castle. The man who had followed her around for such a long time, watching her like an adoring puppy, supporting her through everything that had happened in the last few years, had been lying to her.

Suddenly it all came crashing down on her. Castle didn't love her, didn't even really care about her. The last three years had all been a lie, a joke, and she was the butt of it. Tears of anger at his betrayal began to slip out of her eyes and she brushed them away angrily.

What was the point? When she'd cried to Castle about eberyone being gone, she'd known that they weren't really. Because he had still been there. But now she realisd he'd never really been there, not for her anyway. Everyone really was gone.

She slumped back down and picked up the packet of blonde hair dye, considering it. What the hell? She thought. That bastard wants to kill me then I might as well make it easy for him. And without thinking anymore about it, Beckett headed to her bathroom, packet in hand.

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