Cops & Robbers Bank Scene
Getting To Castle
It took everything Kate had to keep from pushing her way through the members of the bomb squad that entered the bank ahead of her. Dust hung heavy in the air and debris littered the cement floor. Her voice was raspy and soft the first time she called out for Castle but gained clarity and volume each time she repeated his name. A mix of fear and desperation rang from her voice when he didn't answer. Holding her gun at the ready, Kate moved briskly through what used to be the bank's lobby, the flashlight in her other hand lighting the way.
"Beckett?"
Relief flooded her at the strength in Castle's voice. He didn't sound injured, just urgent and maybe a little bit shocked that she was there. But why would he be shocked? Where else would she be when her partner needed her?
Following the direction of his voice Kate turned and made her way quickly to the barred room. There were a couple dozen people in the room, all of them sitting with their hands bound by handcuffs, but she only saw Castle. He was a little disheveled but fine. At his tentative wave, Kate barely took enough time to rasp out, "They're here," to the bomb squad before opening the outer door.
"I told you," Castle said to the other hostages as Kate hurried to the barred door. A happy chuckle escaped him as she opened the door and made her way over to him.
Martha's relieved, "My god" barely registered as Kate made her way to Castle, sinking to her knees in front of him. Kate knew the love she had for him radiated in her eyes, but she didn't care. She didn't even try to hold back her smile as she reached for the heavy-duty plyers to break the metal that bound his hands.
"Here we go, ready?" she said softly. At his nod she clamped down the plyers. A soft clicking sounded as it cut through the metal. Kate couldn't keep herself from reaching out and touching the lapel of Castle's jacket. It was all she allowed herself, a small gesture compared to the way she wanted to take him in her arms and never let him go.
The intent look in Castle's blue eyes told Kate that the writer had probably picked up on the emotions coursing through her.
"He's not the only one here, you know," Martha said.
Kate caught the annoyed look in Castle's eyes before she looked over to Martha. Breaking eye contact with Castle reminded her of how right Martha was. There had to be over a dozen hostages in the small space. Even with that it was hard to pull her attention away from Castle.
The smile faded as embarrassment filled her. "I'm so-" Kate looked over at Martha who held up her bound wrists. She looked back over to Castle, a wry smile on her lips. Even with Martha's prompting, she didn't want to leave the writer's side. "I'm so sorry, Martha," Kate said and moved over to her partner's mother, quickly freeing the red-haired diva.
As much as she just wanted to bask in her relief that Castle was alive and uninjured, she had a job to do. Giving in to her feelings for Castle would come later. Much later.