Fate's Case (a Castle Fan Fiction)

Complications and Tests

Laynie sat beside me in the hospital room as she and I exchanged a look of confusion. Suddenly in my mind, I flashed an image of a building. Monitors showed images of people of the street. The people inside all dressed in black suites. A symbol on the far wall was unclear in my head, but I assumed it was some kind of logo. The place was dark, the colors on the wall all followed the same darkness and the hard gray tile floors coincided as well.

While I watched as Kate and Rick argued with the man outside, the fact that it looked like they were losing actually saddened me a moment before Laynie interrupted my harsh trail of thinking, "Who was he? You seemed to know him."

"I- I don't know him. I know where he works." This statement seemed to set Laynie on edge.

"What do you mean you know where he works? Because from the seconds of spoken words you shared with him, you seemed fully prepared to go back with him to where ever it was he was leading you." The attitude in her voice was nothing I didn't expect, but the disappointment and disbelief took me by surprise. As I sat on the edge of my hospital bed, Laynie perched across from me on another bed; I looked into hr eyes sullenly. This brought her face to reflect regret, "Look, Kris, I- We are all trying to figure this out as best we can, but with out knowing what you know in the back of your head, without having all the facts, its hard to follow the story you're writing for us. We just- we don't know this guy, you don't know this guy, and no one knows your past. Without knowing anything, it's hard to grasp that you are the CIA trained child with the fighting tactics of an adult Special Forces agent and the capabilities to protect yourself, make your own choices, and live on your own."

"Wait, wait, wait. Back it up. I'm CIA?" That was the only part of that whole story that stayed in my head.

"Yes. I thought you said you knew where he word?"

"I know the building. How do you know I'm CIA if you know almost nothing about my past?" While Laynie began to answer, I couldn't really hear her over the hundreds of questions that started running through my head. Then, one question popped, "Wait, wait. Back it up. Actually, I'm more curious why it is that I came to them in the first place. I mean I'm assuming they are a cop and writer team as well. Right? So why am I with them?"

Laynie's face went blank. She eyes just stared wordlessly forward into mine. The ME didn't make a sound, a movement, or take a breath. For the moment she seemed stunned, shocked, and quiet possibly terrified. Her generally perky yet sassy tude had taken a turn for the worst with the silence. I could hardly stand it. Then, I thought back as hard as I could.

I remembered everything since the moment I woke up from the surgery when I thought Kate and Rick were Nikki and Rook. From there, I could see myself melt down from the thought of myself nearly dying when I was speaking with Sam. In my head, I replayed the moments up to this point, including my dream and coming up with the same thing I'd had already. Questions.

In the silence, I could hear Rick screaming, "She's a God-damn minor! Not to mention useless to you in her condition!" This held Laynie's attention, along with my own for about ten seconds, and while it did it gave Kate the chance to look in at us and receive Laynie's dear-Lord-help-me signal. Kate placed a delicate hand on Rick's tensed up shoulder and held it there a moment, and as she spoke in his ear, I could see the tensions melt off. What ever she said gave Richard a breath, and as he eased up, Alexis stepped over, taking Kate's side and instruction before stepping into the room.

"Laynie? Beckett wants to talk to you. She says it's an emergency." Alexis placed herself just inside the door, her hand clinging to the door frame as though it were her life line. Just as delicately as she'd swayed in, she managed the same graceful turn out with a calm, yet unsettling smile.