AN: Hey look, two updates in less than 24 hours! (I'm just trying to make up for the month I left you high and dry, I hope it's working.)

This one's from Castle's point of view (I know, finally one that isn't Beckett), and it's a little different than most of the others. I'm not really sure how much I like it, but I have this irrational, inexplicable love for this scene when Beckett talks down Sky Blue in the morgue, so I wanted to show it from Castle's perspective. Hopefully you guys like it.

Please review! :)

"What's goin' on in there?" Beckett asked as they walked down the hall at the morgue.

"Haley Blue's sister Sky is having a very emotional reaction to her sister's death." Perlmutter explained as they neared the door.

Rick watched from the doorway as Beckett walked in, but he couldn't help remembering the first time something like this had happened, his second case with her. He had been in awe of her then, and he couldn't wait to see how she'd handle it this time. Over her shoulder he saw the young woman who must be Sky Blue; the sight broke his heart. He prided himself on his ability to remain objective, or at least emotionally unattached, even around distraught loved ones, but there was something different about this case. Maybe it was Alexis's love for the band, maybe it was simply because Haley had been so young, but this case was getting to him.

"Sky." Beckett's voice was calm, but firm. How did she know exactly what to say, and how to say it? Sky spun around and fell, the bottle in her hand revealing just how drunk she was. Then Rick spotted the knife.

"Ow." Sky groaned as she presumably adjusted to her new position on the floor. Beckett reached out a hand to tell him to stay put, but it wasn't necessary; he wanted to see her work. Sky looked at her, then turned away before speaking again.

"What do you want 'cause I'm talking to my sister."

"I'm Detective Kate Beckett. I'd like to ask you a few questions if that's okay." Rick couldn't take his eyes off Sky, the woman radiated pain. But Beckett exuded confidence and authority; he could hear it in her voice and knew it was written all over her face, impossible to ignore. He would never understand how she could keep her cool in situations like this. It wasn't that he thought Sky was all that dangerous; sure she had a knife, but as drunk as she was it wouldn't be much of a challenge to disarm her. Rick was more interested in how Beckett kept Sky calm, removing physicality from the equation altogether.

"You're a cop?"

"Yeah." Beckett somehow made the blunt truth sound comforting. "Is that a knife?"

"Am I breaking the law?" Beckett nodded.

"Yeah."

"Bad?" Sky didn't look like she much cared one way or the other. Rick spared a glance at Beckett as she answered bluntly again.

"Pretty bad." Most people, he thought, would try to keep Sky happy, tell her she would be fine, sugarcoat the situation. But somehow Beckett understood that wasn't going to work with her. He marveled at her ability to read people as Sky pondered her next move.

She held the bottle and knife out and Beckett slowly approached her. Staying bent down at eye level with her, Beckett let her have her space and a few seconds to fully calm down. Rick had always loved how Beckett handled the horrifying job of talking to victims' families, but the way she treated Sky was fascinating. Instead of her usual soft-spoken empathy, she met Sky with stern silence that allowed her to vent, but also let her know who had the power.

"D'you wanna know a secret?" Sky asked as Beckett crouched passively in front of her, riding out her pain. "I think I might have killed her."

Rick's eyebrows rose in surprise. He'd seen Beckett get confessions before, but he hadn't been expecting this one.

AN 2: So there you go, super short one. If I can manage, I'll have another up tomorrow, but we'll see.