A/N: The sheets were a pay out to my friend LOVABLY17. Hehehehe LOVE YA sweetie. I thought I should probably bring back Malcolm now, since he's been missing a while. :)

Malcolm pricked his ears up when Beckett came through the bedroom door. He sat perched in his basket, looking miserable. Once, she saw that the dog was alive and staring at her, the relief flooded her like Noah's Ark. At least no one had taken him, and he wasn't dead, that was a good sign.

Then the dog heaved and vomit extracted from the K-9's mouth and all over her Egyptian cotton sheets.

She rushed to him, her heart pounding, feeling ill at the thought of something happening to her beloved dog. Sure, it was pain in the… pretty much CASTLE way, when she first laid eyes on him, but just like Castle, she had grown attached to him, maybe even fallen as hard as LOVE. Yes, Beckett loved the DOG.

Her hand brushed the clammy fur on his head, as he nuzzled Beckett gently.

"What's up little guy?" she asked.

No response.

Beckett scooped the K-9 in her arms and looked around the bedroom. That's when she noticed the top drawer was open. Had she been that careless to forget to close it? DAMN! Her heart rate increased when she saw the torn up cardboard of the Cadbury chocolate block she USED to have in her top drawer.

"Oh God," she groaned.

She rushed to the kitchen, gripping her dog in her arms, as she lunged for the phone, she punched in Castle's number, using only one hand to grip the phone and dial the keys, while she held the puppy close against her, with the other.

"Please don't die…" she pleaded as she waited for the dial tone to click. The phone started ringing.

Beckett trembled.

Answer the phone…

The phone rang a second time.

God, Castle, please BE home…

A third ring.

Damn it, Ca-

"Hello?" the voice answered.

"Castle? I think Malcolm is dying. He might have ate some chocolate in the top drawer and-"

"Okay," he replied calmly. "Hold up… relax a moment… take a breath… now, I'm going to meet you at the Vet, it's-."

"I know where it is," she interrupted. She already grabbed her keys, and was halfway out the door.

I am EVIL, you may call me EVIL if you like… what I am now asking of you before I post another chapter, and believe me, the one after next, will be the BEST YET, you need to go over to my profile, find a fanfic called DON'T GO, RALPH, and take a look, even if it's not your type of thing, It's only short. And my roommate has resorted to posting 2 reviews and looking at it, because I'm so sad no one wants to read it, and you can't get MORE tragic than that. Unless you resort to the bribing the fans, like I am now.

PLEASE give it a chance… for a writer who will soon be published and maybe famous, and who will then have money to use as a bribe instead. LOL!