Nov 11, 2021
@hughstheforcelou asked: Thiam or Scallison
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@hughstheforcelou asked: Thiam or Scallison
AN: Based on Lou’s (InkyCoffee’s) prompt: What if Castle’s dive toward Beckett made the bullet miss completely?
Rick stands, grasping the handle of Montgomery’s coffin, listening to his partner recite the eulogy. He may be the wordsmith, but she can be just as well spoken when needed.
As she speaks, he notices a strange glint. It’s barely visible under the gleaming sun, but he still spots it, horror overcoming him when he realizes what it is.
“Beckett!” he shouts, his body springing into action.
He pushes her out of the way, knocking her to the ground. He ignores the shouts and screams from the audience as they both hit grass.
“Wha-“ she starts, gazing at him in confusion.
“I thought I saw something,” he says, beginning to think he’s crazy. He looks around and a second later his worst fear is confirmed. Laying on the ground only a foot from them is a bullet. A sniper’s bullet to be exact. “And I was right.”
“What the hell?” Esposito demands, him and Ryan surrounding them. Rick merely points to the bullet.
“Shit,” Ryan swears. “We’ll start canvassing the area, see if we can find anyone.”
As the two depart, others come, voicing their concerns to the duo. Beckett waves them off as she sits up, shaking her head.
“I’m fine,” she reassures everyone. Her eyes flicks to him, a grateful smile on her lips. “Thanks for that.”
“Always,” he murmurs, his gaze locking with hers.
While he appears calm, alarm bells go off in his head. Not only could she have been killed, but the incident is a reminder that her mother’s case is far from over.
“Let’s go back to the precinct,” she says. He begins to protest, but she shakes her head. “I was almost killed, and I’m sure it won’t take long for whoever it is to learn that the shot failed. I’d rather be somewhere secure.”
He nods in understanding, following her to the car. He’d rather not have another attempt on her life today.
However, he’s sure another one will follow.
It never comes, for whatever reason, but he’s thankful for it.
It’s been two weeks since the attempt on her life and very little has changed between them, at least on the outside. To others, it would seem as if they’re just partners, but he notices the extra smiles she’s been giving him, the increased glances and finger brushing when she reaches for her morning coffee.
He’s unsure of where they stand though, and he so wants to know.
When it comes to the case, they’ve hit a dead end and upon the insistence of the newly installed Captain Gates, have ceased investigating it, much to Beckett’s consternation. However, he wouldn’t be surprised if she was investigating off the clock, as usual.
As he sits in his customary chair, Beckett’s phone rings and she glances at it, rolling her eyes.
“Josh?” he questions. “Isn’t he in Haiti or something?”
“I wouldn’t know and it was Lanie,” she answers, lips pursed.
“You haven’t spoken to him?” Huh.
“Not since two weeks ago.”
Two weeks ago? That would mean…
“You haven’t talked to him since the shooting?”
“Nope.” Her eyes flick around, checking to see if anyone’s listening. “We, uh, broke up, actually?”
Oh…Oh!
“Really?” He tries to sound concerned. “What happened?”
She sighs, glancing up from her paperwork. “He called me the day of the shooting, and I guess he could tell I had had a rough day. He asked me what was wrong and I found myself not being to say anything. He didn’t know about my mom, let alone the case, and I knew he wouldn’t understand. He was nice, don’t get me wrong, but I realized it wasn’t fair to him to leave him in the dark like that.” She shakes her head. “I want to be able to talk to someone and let them see that part of me without issue.”
He’s about to say ‘I do” but her eyes meet his, making clear that she knows.
“I see,” he murmurs. “So what was Lanie texting you about?”
She chuckles, huffing. “Setting me up on a blind date. I told her no.”
“Good,” he blurts out, causing her to eye him. “Just that, ya know, maybe too soon?” It’s a weak suggestion and they both know it.
“Nah, I’m just not interested.”
He hums, leaning back in his chair. He doesn’t what it is, but her revealing that information seems to bring something new between them, assuaging some of the tension.
He wonders what’s to come.
Rick smiles, enjoying the happy ending he’s witnessing
“A writer and his muse, fighting crime just like us,” he says.
“Yeah,” Beckett murmurs. From his peripheral vision, he can tell she’s not looking at the doors. “So, uh, I was wondering, would you like to go to Remy’s?”
There’s an uncertainty about her, telling him this is more than just a routine stint at their favorite diner.
“Sure,” he chirps. “I’m buying though.”
“Good, because it wouldn’t be date if you didn’t,” she jokes.
He freezes for a second, grinning when she doesn’t correct herself.
“Got it.”
They enter the elevator, standing close to one another.
“So, the usual?” he asks as the lift moves downward.
She shrugs. “I don’t know, I might try something new.”
A moment later, he feels the warmth of her hand encasing his and on instinct he reciprocates.
“I think I will too,” he responds and she bites her lip, ducking her head. It’s adorable.
“Let’s do it then,” she says as the step off the elevator.
And into a new chapter for both of them.
sheriffdilf replied to your post: “munday selfie?”:
those blue eyes tho WHY COULDN'T I GET THAT FROM YOU MOMA
idk ask your father and her brown eyes
Damon and Rebekah being creepy as fuck