Chapter Eighteen
A/N: Sorry for another short chapter. I promise the next one will be longer.
~Rose
"And I will try to fix you"
Beckett:
It seemed like I was knocking on Castle's door for five minutes before someone finally answered. "Kate?" Martha said sounding surprised to see me.
"Hello Martha," I said politely, "is Castle here?"
"No. Actually he went to your place," the red head said looking confused.
"My place?"
"He said you sent him a text telling him to come over right away."
What was she talking about? "I never sent him a text." I reached into my pocket to grab my phone but it wasn't there. Shit! "Martha," I said seriously, "Lock your door. Do not let anyone in."
"What's going on Kate? What happened to Richard?"
"I don't know, but I have to get to my place." Martha looked as panicked as I felt. "He's probably fine," I told her comfortingly, "Go be with your grand daughter, I'll send you updates."
The worried woman wished me luck before locking the door behind me. "What the Hell did you get yourself into Rick?" I muttered to myself as I headed back to my place.
Castle:
The heat from the flames was unbearable. All my book pages were on fire now; I was surrounded. The flames were spreading all along the floor. How long would it be until Beckett's apartment completely went up in flames and I with it?
That bastard had given me this death sentence in exchange for Kate's life, but he was going to kill her anyways. I hung my head, knowing the woman I love was going to die because of me. I try to live with no regrets but there are times I have to wonder 'what if?' What if I hadn't looked into Kate's mother's case three years ago? She had been shot by Melling and now who knows what he was going to do to her.
The flames were crawling up the side of the chair. The smoke started filling my lungs and I coughed. I was slipping in and out of consciousness. Goodbye Kate, I thought to myself. I closed my eyes and the smoke pulled me in.
Beckett:
"Come on Esposito!" I yelled at his voice mail, "Answer your flipping phone!" I was almost to my apartment and I wanted to let the boys know my suspicions. Castle must have gotten himself involved in something that was far over his head. That meant one thing: my mother's case. This had to be about my mother's case. I got him into this; it was all my fault. What if it's too late to fix this? What have I done? I couldn't lose him; he tried to save me when I was shot and now I had to try to save him.
It was worse than I thought it would be when I got to my apartment. Oh shit; this cannot be happening. I tried calling Ryan's number and he finally answered, "Ryan."
"Ryan, it's Beckett. Get to my apartment now. I don't know what the hell you guys found out about my mother's murder but you are in too deep. Castle is in trouble," I was close to a panic attack by now.
"We'll be there asap," he replied.
"Oh and call the fire department," I added. I couldn't belivr this was happening to me. First my apartment was blown up my Dunn and now this. "I can see goddamn flames through my window."