posted by Hughlaurie4ever
Before she knew it, her arms and legs were moving out of her control.
Her right arm first struck his bare chest as hard as she could. The next, her left arm, was thrown at his jaw, sending his head slightly to the left.
The hits kept coming, each one growing meer and meer with intensity. kasteel did as he zei he would. He stood there, still with no movements to block the blows. The only sounds he made were muffled grunts of groans that resulted from a severe blow.
Beckett continued the blows, and after a minuut she started speaking. Suddenly, the walls just crashed down and she let everything go that was pent up inside for the last 3 months.
She punched his nose. "Do u know how long I waited for a call?" She wouldn't dare tell him that she checked her phone every few minuten waiting for a call from him. That every time it was someone else calling, she died a little inside.
She yelled meer and more, and with every word spoken, her blows gained power.
Lastly, she roundhouse kicked him, sending the beaten up man to the ground.
"Do u know how much I've fallen for u these past 2 years?!" She said, attempting to catch her breath.
She looked down at him struggling to get his injured head up from the ground, as she took in a shuddery breath.
"You were the only exception. I promised myself I wouldn't and I lied to myself saying I didn't feel anything. But I couldn't." Every word quieted down as she slowly began to cry.
This was not the tough yet savvy NYPD Detective Beckett he had always seen. This was Kate. This was the girl who lost her mother. Who cried endlessly every night to sleep.
She sunk to the ground and put her head in her hands. Suddenly, she felt an arm inpakken, wrap itself, as much as it could, around her shoulders.
Beckett peeked out and what she saw made her cry with meer intensity.
kasteel had a cut along his forehead, which was still bleeding. A gushing, red nose, which she had most likely broken with the blows she had inflicted. She could already see the blackness seeping at his eye-socket and all around his face and torso. His arm was a swollen and injured purple and his hands were even worse. His lips were swollen and bloody.
He looked as if he were beaten up door a ruthless mob.
But no. He was beaten up door the woman that loved him and that he loved.
"Kate? Are u okay?" he whispered into her hair, which only made her gasp in disbelief.
"You're asking me if I'm okay?!?!" She hissed at him, still assessing his injuries. "You probably have a lot of broken bones! I need to get u to a hospital." She spoke all so quickly and began to rise when a hand clamped itself in hers.
She looked down to see the bloody body of Richard Castle, with eyes full of worry for her.
"I'm fine," He said, unconvincingly as he began to cough, which resulted in blood spattering itself on his chest, mixing into the blood that was beginning to dry on his chest.
She shook her head as her tears subsided, replacing itself with worry and concern.
"No. u need a doctor." She said, with the finality that only a trained detective as herself can master.
"Then get Lanie. I'm not going to a hospital," He spoke with the same tone as she had.
She looked at him with disbelief in her eyes, but seeing his determined but bloody face, she sighed as she reached over a grabbed her cellphone off the bench not that far away.
"Lanie? Yea it's Kate, uhm, I need your help. kasteel got...hurt. I'm down at the gym..."