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Chapter Seven – Eight Days A Week

Dillion lawyered up before they got anywhere near the precinct. Blood ran down his chin, his eyes already starting to swell. Kate rearranged her grip on the steering wheel. Castle had just ruined one of their hottest leads because he could not keep it together. Ryan and Esposito took Dillion into one of the interview rooms and Kate nabbed Castle's coat, tugging him into the break room. She closed both the doors and pulled the bent blinds. When she finally turned back to Castle, she felt nothing but blind fury and frustration.

"What the hell did you just do?"

Castle help up his hands.

"He was trying to get away."

"Stop trying to be cute! You may have just cost us our lead! Now not only do I have to get the information at of him, I need to work around a friggen firewall that will come from a lawyer."

"I'm sorry. I lost control. It's close to home."

The sympathy that she felt for him battled with the anger she felt from his actions. She threw up her hands, giving in to her frustration.

"You don't think this is close to me? That every single case doesn't shave a little bit of my heart each and every time? You don't think that I feel like tackling a few of the suspects and pound them into the ground? But I can't. And it hurts me that you think that I am not close to this case as well. I didn't know Kaylee, but I know you."

Castle was shocked into silence at her outburst but when he opened his mouth to protest her glare shut him down.

"The boys are backing me and they are backing you. As far as we are all concerned, he resisted arrest. They just put their necks on the line. You need to get your head in the game, Castle. And until you do, go home. Just…..I can't even do this right now. I have to clean up your mess."

She ran her hand through her hair and stormed out of the room without a backward glance. The butterflies that has kiss had caused were now twisted in her stomach instead. She pushed it all aside and focused on Dillion. He was cleaned up now and he sat quietly with one wrist cuffed.

"Hey Beckett. Where is Castle?"

"I sent him home. Has Dillion said anything at all?"

Esposito shook his head and crossed his arms.

"Nope. He's waiting for his lawyer."

Kate shook off her coat and handed it to Esposito.

"Maybe he could simply discuss Kaylee."

Kate rolled her shoulders and took a deep breath before entering the interview room. Dillion looked up as she entered, his eyes narrowing at her.

"I refuse to answer any questions."

Kate shrugged as she took a seat across from him.

"Fine, I don't mind waiting for your lawyer. But while we do, care to explain this?"

She slid the engagement over to him. His face fell slightly. The people that you love, the ones you care about, those are your weaknesses. She pushed a little more.

"By all signs, you loved her, didn't you?"

Dillion smiled slightly.

"A man does not buy a ring without the love to go behind it. But she didn't tell me the truth. I didn't know that there was a truth to be had."

"How did you find out about her husband and kids?"

Dillion swallowed.

"I found out a week before she…before she died."

"Did you find out or did she tell you?"

"I got a note."

Kate frowned.

"You got a note? From who?"

"I don't know. It wasn't signed."

"Where is it?"

"At my home, in my desk."

Kate nodded, making a note.

"Who would want you to know?"

"I'm not sure. Only a few people in the office knew before I did. But I think it all came to a head when he daughter visited. I never fully clicked. Then when I got the note, I knew. I confronted her."

"And how did that go?"

Dillion rested his face in his hands for a moment.

"I told her I knew. She got angry. She slapped me and then left."

"Where did it all go down?"

"Again, my place."

Kate nodded.

"And do you have an alibi for her time of death?"

"Sure. I was depressed. I went to a bar and got slaughtered. Got a cab home and passed out."

"How did you pay for the cab?"

"Credit card. You can look."

Kate studied Dillion's hands. They were soft and flawless, the markings of a man who spent his time behind a screen. She didn't get that feeling from him. He seemed broken, a lot like Spencer.

"If you didn't do it, who wanted her dead?"

Dillion shook his head, tears coming to his eyes as he took in the ring that still sat before him.

"I don't know."

Before Kate could comment any further, the door swung open and a well-dressed man with streaks of grey in his hair, strode into the room.

"My client-"

"Has helped immensely. I will need to ask further questions about his situation in all of this but for now, he has given me permission to go back to his home for evidence supporting his alibi."

The lawyer frowned as he took in Dillion's face.

"What did you do to my client?"

Dillion help up his hand.

"I panicked and ran. They stopped me. My own stupid fault."

Kate appreciated the back up from Dillion. Issue was, they had hit another wall. The only person with a real reason to kill Kaylee had provided an alibi. She sat on the edge of her desk, taking in the silence. It felt odd to not have Castle chattering in her ear. Shit. Castle. She had calmed down now. Her earlier outburst seemed pointless since Dillion had spoken to her at the end of it all. He had done something stupid but that wasn't why she snapped. She just simply felt like she was running on the spot. She glanced at her phone but saw nothing there. For now, she had work to do. Kate spent another ten minutes studying the murder board before she grabbed her coat. She had a few more questions for Spencer.

"How did you not know?"

Spencer shook his head at Kate's tone.

"We were both busy. She was always out of the house. I never tracked her. I trusted her."

"Well, it may be what got her killed."

Spencer had answered her questions with ease but when the affair came up, he started to build a wall. Kate got the feeling that he knew. He had been with his wife since they were sixteen. Knowing someone that intimately meant that surely if something changes, you would see it. She chose to remain suspicious.

"Where is Castle?"

Kate frowned, refusing to rise to the bait.

"Did you kill Kaylee?"

Spencer stood and for a moment, Kate didn't like what she saw. Gone was the friendly man that had greeted her warmly. This person was dark, his fists clenched, his eyes flashing.

"Get out of my house. If you come back, bring a warrant."

Kate did as she was asked, heading out the door. She paused for a moment, her chin hard.

'"I'm going to get whoever did this. Even if it's you."

Spencer said nothing, simply slammed the door in her face. She got into her car and drove back around to Dillion's home. She found his desk easily and started shuffling through the papers. She found the letter. It was nothing overly explosive or dramatic but it was enough. Anything was enough.

She's not who you think she is. Look closer. She's married. She has kids. She lied to you.

That was all. The letter was typed and initially she could see nothing to run with. Instead, she carefully put it into an evidence bag and wondered around for a little longer. Nothing struck her. She headed back to the office to drop off the evidence. She had one more thing to do before she could call it a day.

He had been sitting there for hours, gazing into the nothing in front of him. Alexis had come and gone and he had managed to wave off her concern. She was had decided to stay with a friend and Castle encouraged her to do so. She needed a distraction. Martha was on a date that night and Castle didn't expect her home any time soon. He kept looking at his hands. He hadn't bothered to do anything with them at all. The blood had dried and he could see the loose skin on his knuckles from the hits. He felt ashamed of losing it that way. Worse still was that he saw the hurt in her eyes when he tried to explain himself away. He glanced at his phone, wondering if he should try to call her. He then wondered if he was pushing it by doing so. He barely heard the knock on his door, he was so lost in thought. He stood and pulled it open, barely caring who was on the other side. Except it was Beckett. It took him a second to register that she was there. They stared at each other for a moment before speaking in unison.

"I'm sorry."

Then they both smiled, pulled in by their tendency to be on the same wavelength. Castle opened the door wider.

"You had better come in. Would you like something to drink?"

"A beer would be good."

Beckett closed the door behind her and watched as he moved into the kitchen and fetched two bottles of beer. She frowned when he turned back to her and she saw his hands.

"Your hands."

Castle looked down, shaking his head.

"Forget it, they are fine."

Beckett accepted the beer, took a large pull before lowering it onto the counter.

"Right, where is the first aid kit?"

"Under the sink."

She walked around the counter and nabbed the kit from under the sink. They moved together into the living room, where it was slightly more comfortable. She set out all the bits and pieces that she needed, bacterial wipes, swabs to clean the blood and betadine. She grabbed his left hand first and got to work.

"Beckett, I'm sorry for losing it."

Kate's eyes flick up to his before going back down to his hand.

"Me too. I overreacted."

"You had every right too."

"Not really. Dillion was fairly happy to speak to me. He even covered the assault saying it was his own fault. You did nothing to the case. I got frustrated and took it out on you."

Kate finished with the left and she started with the right. Her touch was light but it was enough. Castle kept studying her as her skin warmed his. She had been running her hands through her hair again, it was all tangled and messy. Terribly sexy, he thought to himself. Her shoulders were relaxed as she focused on the task; her hands were nimble and soft, gently cleaning his wounds. He focused on her soft breathing, the shift in her clothing as she did so. He always kept himself studying her like this. He hadn't been caught too badly yet but he had a few close calls. He just always seemed to be admiring her in some way or another. If it wasn't in the bullpen watching her brain turn and connect or here so completely consumed by her task that she actually seemed relaxed.

"I can feel you studying me you know."

Castle clicked his eyes off her and studied his hands instead. She raised her eyes and offered him a small smile.

"I wouldn't be much of a cop if I didn't know someone was watching me."

"Admiring you."

"Admiring then."

Their eyes locked and there it was again. Castle licked his lips unconsciously, flicking over Kate's. He wanted so badly to taste her again. He wanted to put his hands back on that delicious dip in her spine, to feel her breath disappear completely when he kissed her. He wanted to feel her arms around him again, to feel her hands in his hair. Both physically flinched when his phone rang. He scrambled for it, feeling unsettled. He frowned as he glanced at the screen.

"Castle."

"Is this Richard Castle?"

"Yes."

"Is your daughter Alexis Castle?"

Instantly, Castle was on full alert, his heart stopping.

"Yes. Where is she? What's wrong?"

"She has been admitted to Van Guard Hospital-"

Castle didn't listen to the rest, he simply hung up. He stood and grabbed his coat. Beckett followed suit, frowning.

"Castle, what's wrong?"

"Alexis is in hospital. We have to go. Now."

Kate followed him out the door, their moment now forgotten.