My first Castle fic!
Yes, new territory. MUHAHAHAHAHAHA
Lie To Me
Castle
Rick Castle/Kate Beckett
PG
Warnings: Angst, people. Anyone watching the show right now knows that's about all we're getting.
Summary: My own little way to explaining how Castle "finds out."
EDIT: Thank you to the wonderful jimkeller24 for making me some Castle icons.
Inspired by this song, but not a song fic: 12 Stones - Lie To Me (accoustic)
Rick Castle sauntered into the bullpen with his typical two coffees. He glanced around the station as he set the cups down on the edge of Beckett’s desk. He caught Esposito coming out of the break room. “Hey, where’s Beckett?”
“Upstairs. Weekly appointment.” Javier gave him a look and immediately Castle knew what he was trying to tell him without words.
“Oh.”
“Yeah. That.” He threw a folder down on his desk and sat down roughly, sighing. “She’ll be back soon though. Her hour is almost up.” He flipped through the papers without looking up.
Castle sat in his usual chair beside Kate’s desk. He sipped his coffee and anxiously looked around, checked his watch, anything to keep himself busy. Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore.
He shot up out of the chair finally getting Esposito to look up from his desk. “I think I’ll just go up and see if she’d like an escort.”
The detective just smirked back at the writer. He knew the last thing Beckett would want is an escort from her shrink session. And he knew that Castle knew that but the man just had a knack for driving Beckett crazy and getting away with it. “Sure. You do that.”
Castle didn’t wait for him to say anything else, just turned and headed up the stairs in the back. He pushed his way through the fourth floor door and rounded the corner he knew lead to the psych doc. Next thing he knew he was in a tangle of arms, papers and tapes.
“Oh jeez, I’m sorry! I didn’t even see you. Are you ok?” He bent to start picking up the papers and tapes as the young woman he’d nearly ran over did the same.
“It’s ok Mr. Castle. I wasn’t watching where I was going.” She blushed as she looked up at him and then quickly away. He couldn’t help smiling back at her.
“Still, I hope I didn’t break anything.” He reached over to scoop up some of the tapes that had bounced further from the rest. “At least I hope...I...didn’t...” He trailed off as he pulled one tape closer and noticed the label across the side: Det. Beckett - 4/5/2012.
“I’m in one piece, nothing to worry about.” She reached out for him to hand her the tapes he had in his right hand, not noticing the lone tape he held in his left.
As she spoke to him, Castle broke his daze and without even thinking about it handed her the tapes while pocketing the one with Beckett’s name on it quickly. “I think that’s the last of them.”
“Thanks, Mr. Castle.” She blushed again and hurried away, already starting to shuffle the items back into order.
Rick pulled the tape out of his coat pocket and ran his thumb over the label.
Det. Beckett - 4/5/2012
He just stood there and stared at the words, slightly smudged. What the hell was he thinking? This definitely wasn’t the way into her heart; the place he intended on ending up. But how long did she expect him to wait with nothing? No sign, no signal. He saw her every day and every day it got a little harder to not just spill his guts out to her.
Castle looked over his shoulder at the doctor’s door, pocketed the tape again and headed back downstairs.
Esposito watched Castle descend the stairs and the detective noticed something different about him. Castle was whistling as he made his way over, but he had this look; this movement he'd seen on suspects that weren't exactly telling the entire story. "So did she tear you a new one? I notice she came back down alone and you definitely look like you did something."
Castle gave him a nervous laugh. "So, she's back then?" He glanced around quickly.
"Had to report to the captain. Just take a seat, Castle. I'm sure she'll-"
"Listen, something important came up. Can you tell her I'll see her later? Thanks!" Before Javier could even blink, the writer had high tailed it to the elevators and was on his way out.
"Was that Castle?" Esposito whipped around from staring at the elevators to look at Beckett. "Yeah. He came to see you. But went upstairs when I told him you had your...you know." Javier looked a little uncomfortable and Kate's face showed he should leave it at that. "Then all of a sudden he was taking the stairs two at a time and getting out of here like his ass was on fire."
Beckett just smirked as she sat and opened a file on her desk. "It's Castle, Espo. I'd be worried if he wasn't acting weird." She flipped through a few of the papers, making notes here and there.
"Yeah, but he seemed...anxious. When is Castle anxious to get out of here?"
Kate's writing slowed down until it stopped and she looked across at the other detective. "You think it was a family thing?" Her face took on a worried look.
"Maybe. He said he had something come up."
Kate bit her lip in thought and went back to her case file as she spoke. "I'll stop by his place later. I'm sure it's just something with his mother."
"I don't know Kate. You tell me when you're ready. It doesn't work the other way around."
Castle stood in his office, the deep voice of Dr. Burke bouncing off the walls. Then came a voice he could pick out in any crowd.
"I wasn't aware I'd have to do this many sessions. Can't you just sign whatever you need to sign?" Castle smiled. It was nice knowing he wasn't the only person in her life that was a pain in her ass.
"Last time you started to talk about your partner. Why don't we continue where we left off?"
"Why don't you stop dancing around and just ask me what you want to know?"
"Kate, I'm not here to make you do anything you don't want to do. If you want to talk about it, then I'm here to listen."
The pause was so long, Castle thought she wasn't planning on continuing but eventually she did.
"Castle is...he's...it's complicated." He heard her take in a deep breath. "I'm closer to him than any other person...I haven't been open with people since my mother's murder. But...it's different with him."
"Explain what you mean by ‘different.’"
Now Castle could make out the sound of her pacing. "I don't rely on people. People let you down. I've never needed anyone. I've never wanted to need anyone because once you need them...that's when they disappear." Everything went silent on the tape for a while but she started to speak again. "I think I need Castle."
Rick slowly sat behind his desk and just stared at the small tape recorder.
"And that scares you?"
"Yes."
"I take it, then, that you haven't told him?"
Castle’s eyes drew together in confusion. Told him what?
He waited for Beckett to say something but it was Dr. Burke who spoke again. “Kate, I won’t tell you what to do but you must know he’ll find out eventually. Wouldn’t it be better if he heard it from you?”
Castle had no idea he was holding his breath. “What if it’s all wrong? What do I do if I tell him I remember, that I remember everything and he’s...that it’s not...”
Beckett’s voice continued to fill his office but he didn’t hear a word of it. “She remembers. She remembers all of it.” He just sat there, staring at the little tape recorder like it could explain her betrayal. The box of plastic and wires distracted him enough that he didn’t notice Beckett standing in the doorway to his office.
“Castle?” His head jerked when he heard her say his name and it wasn’t coming from the recorder. He looked at her wide eyed and fumbled to turn the player off.
Kate’s face switched from a mixture of anger and shock and her eyes kept jumping from him to the little player. “How-”
“You lied to me.” Castle was surprised at the way the four words left his mouth. He’d never spoken to her like that; cold, hard and completely empty. He was pretty sure his eyes matched his words.
They stood there staring at each other for what seemed to Rick like hours but had to only be a few seconds.
The anger melted from her face as he watched one tear slide down her left cheek. She blinked and her mask of indifference was back in place. It all seemed to happen in slow motion as she just turned and walked out of his office, the smooth click of his front door letting him know she’d left the loft.
Castle stood there, not really knowing what to do with himself until he noticed the tape hadn’t stopped.
“You should be honest with him, Kate.”
“No. Not yet. You don’t know him like I do. I need to get over this first. I need-”
Rick never heard the rest of her sentence since the small recorder exploded into a million pieces against the far wall of his office.
Lie To Me
Castle
Rick Castle/Kate Beckett
PG
Warnings: Angst, people. Anyone watching the show right now knows that's about all we're getting.
Summary: My own little way to explaining how Castle "finds out."
EDIT: Thank you to the wonderful jimkeller24 for making me some Castle icons.
Inspired by this song, but not a song fic: 12 Stones - Lie To Me (accoustic)
Rick Castle sauntered into the bullpen with his typical two coffees. He glanced around the station as he set the cups down on the edge of Beckett’s desk. He caught Esposito coming out of the break room. “Hey, where’s Beckett?”
“Upstairs. Weekly appointment.” Javier gave him a look and immediately Castle knew what he was trying to tell him without words.
“Oh.”
“Yeah. That.” He threw a folder down on his desk and sat down roughly, sighing. “She’ll be back soon though. Her hour is almost up.” He flipped through the papers without looking up.
Castle sat in his usual chair beside Kate’s desk. He sipped his coffee and anxiously looked around, checked his watch, anything to keep himself busy. Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore.
He shot up out of the chair finally getting Esposito to look up from his desk. “I think I’ll just go up and see if she’d like an escort.”
The detective just smirked back at the writer. He knew the last thing Beckett would want is an escort from her shrink session. And he knew that Castle knew that but the man just had a knack for driving Beckett crazy and getting away with it. “Sure. You do that.”
Castle didn’t wait for him to say anything else, just turned and headed up the stairs in the back. He pushed his way through the fourth floor door and rounded the corner he knew lead to the psych doc. Next thing he knew he was in a tangle of arms, papers and tapes.
“Oh jeez, I’m sorry! I didn’t even see you. Are you ok?” He bent to start picking up the papers and tapes as the young woman he’d nearly ran over did the same.
“It’s ok Mr. Castle. I wasn’t watching where I was going.” She blushed as she looked up at him and then quickly away. He couldn’t help smiling back at her.
“Still, I hope I didn’t break anything.” He reached over to scoop up some of the tapes that had bounced further from the rest. “At least I hope...I...didn’t...” He trailed off as he pulled one tape closer and noticed the label across the side: Det. Beckett - 4/5/2012.
“I’m in one piece, nothing to worry about.” She reached out for him to hand her the tapes he had in his right hand, not noticing the lone tape he held in his left.
As she spoke to him, Castle broke his daze and without even thinking about it handed her the tapes while pocketing the one with Beckett’s name on it quickly. “I think that’s the last of them.”
“Thanks, Mr. Castle.” She blushed again and hurried away, already starting to shuffle the items back into order.
Rick pulled the tape out of his coat pocket and ran his thumb over the label.
Det. Beckett - 4/5/2012
He just stood there and stared at the words, slightly smudged. What the hell was he thinking? This definitely wasn’t the way into her heart; the place he intended on ending up. But how long did she expect him to wait with nothing? No sign, no signal. He saw her every day and every day it got a little harder to not just spill his guts out to her.
Castle looked over his shoulder at the doctor’s door, pocketed the tape again and headed back downstairs.
Esposito watched Castle descend the stairs and the detective noticed something different about him. Castle was whistling as he made his way over, but he had this look; this movement he'd seen on suspects that weren't exactly telling the entire story. "So did she tear you a new one? I notice she came back down alone and you definitely look like you did something."
Castle gave him a nervous laugh. "So, she's back then?" He glanced around quickly.
"Had to report to the captain. Just take a seat, Castle. I'm sure she'll-"
"Listen, something important came up. Can you tell her I'll see her later? Thanks!" Before Javier could even blink, the writer had high tailed it to the elevators and was on his way out.
"Was that Castle?" Esposito whipped around from staring at the elevators to look at Beckett. "Yeah. He came to see you. But went upstairs when I told him you had your...you know." Javier looked a little uncomfortable and Kate's face showed he should leave it at that. "Then all of a sudden he was taking the stairs two at a time and getting out of here like his ass was on fire."
Beckett just smirked as she sat and opened a file on her desk. "It's Castle, Espo. I'd be worried if he wasn't acting weird." She flipped through a few of the papers, making notes here and there.
"Yeah, but he seemed...anxious. When is Castle anxious to get out of here?"
Kate's writing slowed down until it stopped and she looked across at the other detective. "You think it was a family thing?" Her face took on a worried look.
"Maybe. He said he had something come up."
Kate bit her lip in thought and went back to her case file as she spoke. "I'll stop by his place later. I'm sure it's just something with his mother."
"I don't know Kate. You tell me when you're ready. It doesn't work the other way around."
Castle stood in his office, the deep voice of Dr. Burke bouncing off the walls. Then came a voice he could pick out in any crowd.
"I wasn't aware I'd have to do this many sessions. Can't you just sign whatever you need to sign?" Castle smiled. It was nice knowing he wasn't the only person in her life that was a pain in her ass.
"Last time you started to talk about your partner. Why don't we continue where we left off?"
"Why don't you stop dancing around and just ask me what you want to know?"
"Kate, I'm not here to make you do anything you don't want to do. If you want to talk about it, then I'm here to listen."
The pause was so long, Castle thought she wasn't planning on continuing but eventually she did.
"Castle is...he's...it's complicated." He heard her take in a deep breath. "I'm closer to him than any other person...I haven't been open with people since my mother's murder. But...it's different with him."
"Explain what you mean by ‘different.’"
Now Castle could make out the sound of her pacing. "I don't rely on people. People let you down. I've never needed anyone. I've never wanted to need anyone because once you need them...that's when they disappear." Everything went silent on the tape for a while but she started to speak again. "I think I need Castle."
Rick slowly sat behind his desk and just stared at the small tape recorder.
"And that scares you?"
"Yes."
"I take it, then, that you haven't told him?"
Castle’s eyes drew together in confusion. Told him what?
He waited for Beckett to say something but it was Dr. Burke who spoke again. “Kate, I won’t tell you what to do but you must know he’ll find out eventually. Wouldn’t it be better if he heard it from you?”
Castle had no idea he was holding his breath. “What if it’s all wrong? What do I do if I tell him I remember, that I remember everything and he’s...that it’s not...”
Beckett’s voice continued to fill his office but he didn’t hear a word of it. “She remembers. She remembers all of it.” He just sat there, staring at the little tape recorder like it could explain her betrayal. The box of plastic and wires distracted him enough that he didn’t notice Beckett standing in the doorway to his office.
“Castle?” His head jerked when he heard her say his name and it wasn’t coming from the recorder. He looked at her wide eyed and fumbled to turn the player off.
Kate’s face switched from a mixture of anger and shock and her eyes kept jumping from him to the little player. “How-”
“You lied to me.” Castle was surprised at the way the four words left his mouth. He’d never spoken to her like that; cold, hard and completely empty. He was pretty sure his eyes matched his words.
They stood there staring at each other for what seemed to Rick like hours but had to only be a few seconds.
The anger melted from her face as he watched one tear slide down her left cheek. She blinked and her mask of indifference was back in place. It all seemed to happen in slow motion as she just turned and walked out of his office, the smooth click of his front door letting him know she’d left the loft.
Castle stood there, not really knowing what to do with himself until he noticed the tape hadn’t stopped.
“You should be honest with him, Kate.”
“No. Not yet. You don’t know him like I do. I need to get over this first. I need-”
Rick never heard the rest of her sentence since the small recorder exploded into a million pieces against the far wall of his office.