3XK sneaks into the loft and watches her sleep
NOOOOOOOOOO! Why would you say that?!
She doesn’t open her eyes as she feels the fingers run across her cheek. They are gentle and soft like Castle’s. Smiling, her eyes open into slits; the room too dark, she can only make out his form. As her eyes adjust, her heart drops as she looks into the eyes of 3XK she sits up moving away from him reaching for her gun. He holds it up shaking it with a smirk.
"I’m not going to hurt you, not yet. But I told you we would meet again." He says his voice horse and raspy. Kate doesn’t move as he unloads her gun and throws it on the bed leaving without another word.
Kate’s breath slowly trembling as Castle walks out of the bathroom.
She watches him stumble over his own feet; eyes probably still adjusting from the bright fluorescence to the pitch blackness that hides a monster in their home. Tyson has turned toward him and it’s taking everything in her to not scream.
"Kate?" Castle’s voice is heavy with sleep and it would be adorable if it hadn’t of cause Tyson’s lips to pull back into a sneer. Castle rubs a hand over his face and scrunches up his eyes to try to get them to focus.
"Castle," her voice stutters on a whisper and her husband instantly freezes as he picks up the fear in her voice.
"Nice of you to join us, Rick. Wouldn’t want you to miss the fun." She watches as the recognition finally sinks in and terror creeps into Castle’s features. Tyson is positioned near the foot of the bed, the bullets and magazine of her gun littered across her sheets. Maybe if she’s quick enough she can—
"Uhn uh, Detective. You should just leave those there, wouldn’t want to escalate things too quickly."
The silken voice of Kelly Nieman seems to be coming from Castle’s left and Kate feels her blood run cold as her eyes train on the bright tint of a pointed object in the manicured-psychopath’s hand. Kate watches as Kelly makes her way towards the bed while Tyson seems to hold Rick off.
"Sorry we missed the wedding," Tyson jeers as he stalks around Castle who seems rooted to the spot in fear. "We were predisposed on the West Coast. Had to polish up our technique before comin’ home. Right, babe?" Tyson is behind Castle now, and Rick seems to only have eyes for Nieman who is now close enough to Kate to touch. It’s only when Nieman finally does caress the side of Kate’s face that Rick moves in their director. Tyson quickly grapples Rick to the ground with a quick secession of grunts and punches to Rick’s side. Kate makes to assist but the cold steel of, what she can now see is a scalpel, presses into the flesh at her neck. The pain is instantaneous, and Kate is left panting, hissing through the pain, as blood starts to seep into her nightshirt.
"Now, Kelly," Tyson starts, still pressing Castle onto his knees in the middle of their bedroom. "Don’t do too much damage. Wouldn’t want the lovely detective to lose the baby."
The tears that sprang into her eyes when the steel had pierced her skin now fell as a sob shudders through her body. Castle’s head jerks up as he tries in vain to pull himself free from Tyson.
"Kate? Is that—is he right? Are you—?"
How has Tyson found out? She had just went to her OB a few days ago and was still in the planning stages of surprising Castle with the news. She was going to let him find a little NYPD onsie that she had bought on a whim after her doctor had confirmed that she was eight weeks along. And now the memory was soiled and tainted by the two serial killers holding them hostage.
"Y—yes." The word felt like sandpaper being pulled across her tongue as she admits to her husband that, indeed, Tyson and Nieman had both known before him.
You seriously can’t stop here
WHY WOULD YOU TELL A STORY WHEN YOU DON’T KNOW THE ENDING?!?! :O *Said in Beckett’s voice*
HOW DARE YOU WRITING A STORY LIKE THIS AND LEAVE US HANGING LIKE THAT????
YOU FUCKERS YOU BETTER FINISH THIS SHIT OR IM GOING TO MURDER YOU ALL
He wakes with a start, sweat soaking the sheets beneath him, his breath coming out in ragged gasps of air. He turns to his sleeping wife, who’s curled around a pillow, her nose buried into it the way a child snuggles a favorite toy. He reaches over, strokes a hand through her hair, sighing in relief when she lets out of a soft sigh and turns to him in her sleep, burying her face in his neck before pulling back, almost immediately.
"What’s wrong?" she asks, her eyes unusually wide. That’s his Kate; always alert.
"Nothing," he lies, stroking her back.
"Liar." Kate hisses in his ear. "You’re sweating bullets, Rick; what happened?"
He sighs; there’s no use in fighting it. She’ll never believe him anyway.
"I had a bad dream," he admits, finally. "But it’s nothing."
"It doesn’t feel like nothing," she remarks,sitting up to dry him off with their sheet. He brushes her off, then pulls her back down, holding her tightly against him.
"It was," he insists, "Just a dream; nothing more. Nothing to worry about."
"What was it about?" Kate asks, relaxing into his body.
"That’s not important," Castle replies, nearly laughing out loud at the look she gives him. "At least not now. I don’t want you to look any sleep tonight—or for the next two weeks. We’re here to relax, Mrs. Castle, and that is exactly what we’re going to do, so don’t you worry about anything except which bottle of wine we’re ordering for dinner tomorrow night.”
He can almost feel Kate smile against his skin. “Actually, she says, “I can’t even worry about that.”
"Huh?" Castle asks, confused. "Why not?"
"Because I can’t drink wine—not for another, say, eight months at least."
Castle furrows his brows in confusion, but she’s not offering up any sort of explanation; just smiling that beautiful smile of hers. Suddenly, the pieces come together in his mind and his smile grows to match hers.
"Seriously?" he asks, his voice full of wonderment as he looks down, placing his hand directly over her midsection. "You’re sure?"
"I found out about an hour ago," Kate informs him. "I was going to wait until morning to tell you but…you seemed like you needed some cheering up…Mr. Castle.”
He laughs, immediately rolling over so that he’s on top of her.
"Once again, Mrs. Castle,” says, beaming down at her, “you couldn’t be more right.” Then his lips descend on hers and they don’t talk for the next hour, too busy expressing their…gratitude for the little life growing between them.
When finally, they’ve settled back, her resting half atop him, both bodies sweaty and blissfully naked, breath beginning to even out, he looks down at her. She’s so peaceful, so serene, so beautiful…
He imagines their child will be all that and more and he can’t suppress a silly grin as he presses a kiss to her forehead. Kate wrinkles her nose and makes that soft little sigh…
And then he’s back to his dream. Back with Tyson and Nieman threatening his wife—his family.
And his heart freezes up.
Kate is pregnant, he thinks, trying to keep his breathing even so that he doesn’t rouse his dozing wife. Kate is pregnant, he thinks, a million times in a second. I have to protect her. I have to protect both of them.
I have to kill 3XK.