When Beckett wakes up, there's a crick in her neck and a fuzzy feeling in her mouth - not to mention the pounding on the inside of her skull ( Read more... )

She needs to change. She keeps a spare set of clothes at the 12th - but they're meant for the shifts where she pulls an all-nighter and doesn't have time to go home.

They're not for this, for the red that stains the white of her sweater - someone else's (I'm fine, Castle, it's not my blood). She was just supposed to have a conversation. She'd ( Read more... )

The case is wrapped. Ben Conrad, the man that they had pinned down as their suspect, is dead and on his way to the morgue. Beckett sends her detail home for the second time with every intention of luxuriating after the stress of the week in a long, hot shower. Underneath the warming spray, she can vaguely make out the sound of her own phone, but ( Read more... )

[ after this ]Beckett wakes to an empty side of the bed and a sledgehammer pounding on the inside of her skull ( Read more... )

It's been a while since she's run into Jack in the bar ( Read more... )

[ after this ]Once a few hours have gone by, Beckett heads over to the bar, fully caffeinated and still wide awake, to request a tray of a few get-well essentials that she proceeds to bring up in case Jack feels like eating something by this point. Either way, she's going to make sure he can get down some fluids, at least ( Read more... )

[ after this ]Beckett's steps are shaky, but she makes it up the stairs with relatively little help from Jack - even though she tries to hide her need to occasionally grip the banister every now and then. Bar had provided another copy of her room key, since she hadn't been able to locate hers for some reason, and by the time they make it down the ( Read more... )