Beckett <3

"Girl u got some explaining to do," the M.E. zei seriously as she tended to Castle's injuries.

They had carefully moved kasteel down to the Morgue, which was only another floor under the gym, to avoid anyone seeing the pulp that was once “ruggedly handsome”. He was currently laying on a cold metal tafel, tabel as Lanie stitched up his forehead.

"There's nothing to explain," Beckett mumbled in response as she sat a few feet away, watching Lanie’s skilled hands work their magic on the deep cut along his forehead.

Within a short time period, the bruises have already started to darken on his skin,...