Having gotten practically no sleep the previous night, Kate tried to get comfortable and eventually began to yawn. She did not fight it as her eyes began to close. Some time later the muffled sound of a man shouting in anger pulled her from a nap. She could make out the sound of two other men trying to reason with and calm down the angry man. Even through the thick glass walls, she heard the sound of a scuffle. Out of force of habit, she reached for her gun which was not there. Suddenly, the doorway into the outer isolation room opened and a big man covered in a hazmat suit was thrust into the room, stumbled and fell.

Kate almost giggled because the man in the silly blue plastic suit had a lot of trouble just getting to his feet; he looked like an overgrown teletubby. Once he got up, the man pounded on the door and began to shout. "I want a damned phone and I want it now! This whole quarantine scenario is a pile of...crap. No writer, no good writer would ever stoop to this type of hokey bullshit! I have to make a call, a very important call. Look, just buy a cheap disposable phone and slip it to me. After I am done you can burn the damn thing for all I care. I can pay for it. Hell, I can buy and sell this whole damn hospital."

Kate was shocked to realize the man shouting was Rick Castle but she quickly recovered. "Need to cancel a hot date for tonight or to call your bookie, Castle?"

"Stay out of this, Kate!" He directed the terse comment in her general direction but did not turn to look at her and pounded on the door again. "Hello? Someone answer me! Come on, I know the mayor. Whatever you guys need or want, I can get it for you. I also know the Governor. I don't like him but I know him. If it's the money, don't worry I can pay you back. I'll give you a thousand dollars for a phone! I will pay you once I get out of this "Outbreak" nightmare. Really, I can pay. I'm Rick Castle, you know the author. Do the names Derek Storm or Nikki Heat ring any bells? Hello, is there anyone out there?"

Kate was startled to see the always genial and smiling Rick Castle pound on the door again in frustration. "Assholes!" He ripped off the hazmat suit from his body and kicked it into the corner of the inner isolation room. The scrub suit he had on was now soaked in sweat and he was breathing heavily as if he had just run a marathon. "Damn it! Give some people a little power and they start to take themselves way too seriously."

"Temper tantrum over now?" Kate asked in an amused tone as she walked towards him.

"No!" Castle aimed a vicious kick at the door but the triple thick glass barely shook. "You want hokey, you got it!" He kicked again. "I want a phone or some other way to speak to someone outside of this room and I want it now or I'll break down this door."

Kate watched a crazy man who looked just like Richard Castle. The over the top actions she was used to but this intense anger was a side of him she had never seen before. The pissed off man, who shook the glass walls with a well practiced and executed karate kick, was not the gentle and often silly man she had worked with for nearly a year. Castle was always so happy go lucky, laid back and optimistic with his big, beautiful, blue, puppy-dog eyes and dopey grin. He usually acted more like a hormonal teenager with all his smutty thoughts and suggestive comments, than a twice divorced father of an amazing teenage daughter.

"Knock it off Castle or they will come in here and sedate you...Hey, that's not a bad idea or maybe some restraints. Keep this up and they will put you in a straight jacket."

She walked in front of him and stood between the door and the man wiping sweat from his face. "I realize that you are a rich, world famous author and are used to getting everything you want but whoever you have to call, will just have to wait. I am sure by now the police have notified our families. The press will have dug out the story and I am quite sure that Gina will alert the media for you."

"That's not why I need a phone."

"Who is so dammed important that you are acting like a lunatic? Barbara Walters?"

"MY DAUGHTER! I have to speak to Alexis. God only knows what the reporters have said about me on the news. If I don't call her, she will think that something is really wrong with me. My little girl will be so scared but she will have to pretend that everything is fine, to be strong and not upset my mother...AND ALL FOR NOTHING! This is such typical bureaucratic, cover your ass, politics as usual, vote grabbing horseshit!" He aimed a last kick at the door and collapsed on the floor holding his foot. "OWW! I kiss my baby goodnight, every night before she goes to bed or at least call her if I'm not home. Damn press, they have probably blown this all out of proportion, saying that I'm fighting for my life, near death or that I am dead. I have to let her know that I am OK...that I love her and miss her."

Kate was caught off guard; she was expecting him to say something about a hot card game or a hot date...not his daughter. "Rick, she knows that! I am sure Lanie or the Captain has gone to see Alexis and your mom. They will let them know that this is just a precaution on the off chance we are infected. Do you really want to take any chance of passing it on to her?"

Kate could see that the thought had not occurred to him. "No, you're right." Castle got up and limped to the nearest bed and sat on it in defeat. "Sorry, Kate!" He spoke louder, "I'm sorry, I'll behave. I just want to talk to my little girl...please?"

Author's note: Thanks to everyone that made this a favorite or left a review. I started this off with humor but I wrote this to show another side to Castle. I don't own him but I can dream