Hi, all! First off, I'm sorry this is so short! I didn't mean for it to end up this way but after I started to get the pacing down I realized that I couldn't go on or I'd ruin the tempo of the chapter. So, I'm going to start another chapter (that's right, this isn't the end!) and get a different tempo going.
A big shout out to all my reviewers who have said such kind things about my little story. Much love to you all for your support!
Enjoy, and as always; Castle is owned by ABC.
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Shot dead.
Two GSWs through the chest.
No more than two hours ago.
Castle's head buzzed with the voice of Captain Montgomery as hurried down the hallway after Beckett. There were several feet between them, but he was closing in.
No sign of any fingerprints.
No witnesses.
Not a mugging.
He was an arms-length behind, now. Would she take the elevator? No, she needed to keep moving. She'd take the stairs.
Planned distraction.
Hired guns.
Professional hit.
This early in the game, there was a lot of speculation and not a lot of evidence. A lot of questions but hardly any answers. Castle's gut told him this case would get worse before it got better. If it got better. But the voice of Esposito used that moment to jump in.
Take care of her.
Even in his hurry, Castle had recognized it as a threat. It amazed him that Esposito thought one was necessary.
Take care of her.
They passed the elevators and he winced for her when she slammed against the stairs exit door.
Take care of her.
The threat had been unnecessary. His resolve had been set long ago.
Take care of her.
And so help him, God.
Take care of her.
He would do exactly that.
Take care of her.
No matter what it took.