Chapter 2
"What kind of problem...oh..."
He leaned back slightly, and that's when she saw them. The other footsteps she'd heard running towards her were finally there. They were all huddled around her staring down at her.
She didn't recognize any of them. She tried to sit up, but the shooting pain in her head had her collapsing back to the ground. Who were all these people? Why were they all standing over her? Were those actually looks of concern on their faces? Everything was so foggy, nothing seemed to make sense.
That's when she saw them, two men, holding cameras. Shit! The paparazzi, already? Damn Castle and his fame! The Captain was going to love this headline: Muse whacks her head, bad guys get away! Could this day get any worse?
"Castle, would you please get these freaking cameras out of here!" God, even her own voice sounded like she was using a megaphone.
"Guys, let's just back up and give her some air." Surprisingly, they did as they were asked, leaving just Castle and another man, whom she didn't recognize, standing above her.
"How are you feeling?" the other man asked?
"Like someone used my head for batting practice. Who are you?" she asked, glancing at Castle, hoping someone would explain what was going on.
The other man stood there with the same confused and concerned look that Castle had earlier. "You don't know who I am?"
"No, if I did, I wouldn't ask you who you are, would I?" Kate was getting frustrated. Why was everyone looking at her that way? Like she had sprouted tentacles or something.
"Castle, please, what's going on?"
The two men exchanged curious glances again.
"Um, you hit your head when you fell. I think you may be a little confused." Castle was still staring at her with that strange mix of confusion and concern on his face.
"I'm not confused, Castle, I just have a major freaking headache. Will you please just help me up so people can quit staring at me like I've sprouted a second head."
With another awkward glance at the other man, he reached down and gently pulled her to her feet. She swayed slightly and he threw his arm around her to steady her. Once the world stopped spinning, he slowly walked her over to a directors type chair sitting near a bunch of what looked like lighting and sound equipment. As he helped her into the chair, she briefly noticed the name Stana Katic, written across it in bold white letters. Where the heck had she chased this guy? Was Spielberg in town shooting a film, and they managed to run right through his set? That would explain the camera guys.
Beckett sat there with her head in her hands trying to ease the pain enough to make sense of what was going on. Why was Castle acting so weird, and who is this other guy who seems so concerned about her? The sudden appearance of a hand on her knee made her jump. She looked up and saw a young man in a medic uniform smiling at her.
"Hi there, Ms Katic, I'm here to take a look at your injuries."