Split Second
By: Naught-But-Mortal
Declaimer: Castle: I truly wonder if fanfic writers are the original authors of episodes themselves. T'would be fascinating, picking apart that sort of brain
Summary: Beckett and the spit second of cop instinct.
She is ashamed to know that her first reaction was not to shrink away from Castle, from that shrill tingle that announced his lip. Even after the effect, she still remembers the shock upon shock of living; that press of anatomy against this one man, this one savior, was much more than she could comprehend.
So, at the first, she reveled at the soft chapped fabric (and then she searched for danger;) that this could be the man that…who? Killed her mother? Stole her heart? Who's she kidding?
He had her at the start; from the moment she said hello.