A/N: Hey! I'm sooorry for the short chapters but I really like keeping them short...in my case makes my write more hahahahahaha so anyway please REVIEW and ENJOY!
The floor was cold and wet. That's the first thing Castle felt when he regained consciousness. He wasn't at the warehouse anymore and to be honest with himself he was surprise he was alive. Castle soon realize he was in an alley, because it was quiet, but he could hear few cars passing by up ahead. It wasn't until he tried to get up that he felt a piercing pain at his side.
"Crap." Castle whispered trying again despite the blood slowly making it's way out of his body and in large amounts. "Come on Castle" he said to himself. "I gotta get out of here." excruciatingly slow he finally managed to stand up with the help of a dumpster nearby. He used his left hand to cover and tried to make pressure to the stab wound on his side. "Ok...easy Castle..." he kept talking to himself in the hope to maintain his energy and staying conscious. He started limping towards the end of the alley, so that he could locate a little and whether it would be a hospital nearby.
"Alright...where am I?" he said out loud looking around. To his surprise he was about two blocks away from Becketts apartment. Ok so he could go there and even though he didn't have a watch it was probably late at night, so she would be at her place most likely.
About 20 minutes later, and weaker by the minutes Castle finally managed to arrive at Beckett's place. He walked past the front door which had no doorman. "He must be in the restroom." Castle thought. He kept walking towards the elevator, stumbling and limping. He knew it was terrifying the amount of blood he was leaving behind, but he had to continue. Even if every single inch of his body hurt so bad after being beaten the crap out of him, being electrocuted, drugged, stabbed, shot. No one is gonna believe he's still alive after that. He didn't believe it himself.
He finally was in Beckett's floor walking towards her door. When he got there he remembered the key she gave him a couple of months back. She said it was for emergencies. How ironic was that right now that key was sitting in the drawer of his nightstand, because he actually wasn't thinking of using it. He let a strangled laugh. Instead he knocked the door. Nothing. He knocked again. No answer. He kept knocking for like five minutes waiting for her to open that door, but answer came from inside. Maybe she was working to find him and how ironic when he was standing at her front door and she was probably at the precinct busting her ass of to find him and he was right there.
"Perfect." he hissed. "My day couldn't go better." He turned around and got out of the building, hoping to get a cab soon enough so that he wouldn't bleed out in front of her building. But no such luck. He kept walking starting to lose focus and feeling squishy, he couldn't feel pain anymore. He couldn't concentrate on keep walking, but he tried his best. Then all of a sudden he heard a voice he never thought he would hear again.
"Castle!" said the voice of Kate Beckett who was about 25 meters away, running towards him. It was the most beautiful sight in hours! But he couldn't hold on much longer.
"Kate." He said faintly dropping on his knees. The last thing he saw was her face full of tears before darkness took over him.
A/N: More to come...