"Good. Now let's go get my husband."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
We drove to the scene. I didn't care how bad the traffic was, I wasn't going to get in the whole airport mess, which would take hours longer. I just wanted to see Castle. I took backroads, alleys, anything I could to get to the scene faster.When we got there, I almost couldn't get past all of the rescue crew. But I'm Kate Beckett, and my husband was in there, and there was no way they were stopping me from getting in there.
"Ah, Beckett. It looks pretty messy. Are you sure you want to see this?" Ryan was trying to protect me, but I could see in his eyes that he knew it was to no avail.
"There's nothing to see. We're going to go in there, get Castle, and leave. Besides, I see dead bodies for a living. So do you."
We ran up to the site of the crash, pushing anybody who was in our way out of it. When we got up there, Ryan was right. It was messy. But only a crash. Nothing else. There were no bodies, not a soul there other than us, the rescue teams, and reporters.
"Yo, I'm no expert on airplane crashes, but I do know that typically, when there is one, there are also a couple of victims." Esposito was trying to sarcastic, only pointing out the obvious.
"Yeah. Something's not right here, and we're gonna figure it out."
YOU ARE READING
Always.
FanfictionKate Beckett and Richard Castle. A writer and his muse. They've always been there for each other. They are partners in life. Nothing can tear them apart, right? I WROTE THIS SO LONG AGO I ONLY REPUBLISHED IT BC I PUBLISHED IT FOR A FEW MINUTES THE O...
