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The waiting room was pleasantly decorated. Nothing fancy. A black sofa, a corner table, some fresh white flowers. The interior of that 19th century brick building in Brooklyn had been renovated, keeping it's original traces. "He must have a thing for classics too." she smiled, thinking of Paul. She blushed as she imagined how she would say goodbye to him today. "Is a hug too much?" She rolled her eyes and thought with a pinch of disappointment "Can't go wrong with a handshake, Kate."
Kate heard the sound of what she thought was Paul's heavy chair being dragged across the wooden floor. She heard the exit door open and close. Kate quickly arranged her blouse and twirled back her hair behind her ear. Her self criticism kicked in immediately "This guy has seen you cry your heart out! You were a mess of hair and goo... One wrinkled shirt is not going to hurt your image."
The door opened, the dark dressed man greeted her with an open smile that made his blue Irish eyes and voice scintillate in charm. "Good afternoon Kate. Ready for your last session?"
Kate got up slowly. She shyly turned her eyes momentarily away from his stare, "Ready, Dr. Weston."
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Her hands were still clenched in fists since the man had laughed at her and left. Since then, it had been utter silence from her captors. The bright light was still on and occasionally Kate could hear muffled voices in the distance. She tried to make them out. One man, the one who had spoken to her. Two men, for sure. Maybe a third? Thoughts of Castle writing '3rd cop' on the white board months ago invaded her mind. Her fists unclenched as from her lips a soft whisper slipped "Castle!..." The punch the thought of him gave to her stomach was enough to flood her eyes with tears. "Focus Kate!" she scolded, "He's ok. He might be ok. The wound could just be superficial... but all that blood!..."