Rating: K+ for now for language. May go up later.
Type: Castle, Caskett
Spoilers: Definitely watch the finale first. Or this makes absolutely no sense.
Disclaimer: Sadly they’re not mine. If they were, the season 2 finale would have gone quite differently lol.
Summary: It’s what best friends are for.
A/N: So I was tremendously disappointed with the lack of response to the last chapter, not gonna lie. I had already started this chapter so you guys wouldn’t have to wait so long for an update, but I’m not sure how many people are actually still interested in updates. I held off on posting this for a few days to see if more people would get caught up after the long weekend, but that didn’t seem to be the case. I considered not posting it at all, but that wouldn’t be fair to the few of you who are still reading, so I went ahead and finished it up. I really appreciate all of you didn’t give up on this fic.
Lanie dutifully sat on her best friend’s couch waiting for something to happen… for anything to happen. She was bored out of her mind. It had been hours since Castle left and Kate had yet to leave her room. She’d knocked on the door not too long ago but hadn’t received an answer. She’d tried calling Castle too; she still didn’t know what either of them actually said, which made it difficult to figure out how she could help. But Castle hadn’t answered either. She hoped he wasn’t already on his way back to the Hamptons. She had called his cell as well, but it was turned off. So here she sat, alone, in someone else’s apartment, pondering what to do about two infatuated people who were both hurt and stubborn as hell.
Suddenly a knock at the door punctured the silence and she jumped up to answer it, figuring Castle had returned. Instead, she was met by a deliveryman from a bistro up the street. It wasn’t Castle, but apparently it was dinner sent by Castle. She noted that there was enough for two people, but doubted Kate would be joining her.
She had just returned from retrieving a plate and cutlery when there was another knock. Apparently writer boy had been busy since his departure. Again, she opened the door to reveal a deliveryman, this one brandishing a bouquet of white lilies with a small card tucked inside. Closing the door behind her, she sighed heavily. Now she had a delivery to make.
Every time she approached Kate’s room, she had the distinct feeling of walking into a lion’s den; she was never sure if she would be met with nothing or eaten alive. She was quite surprised it hadn’t been the latter on her previous visit, since Castle’s impromptu visit had surely outed her. Not that she was complaining. Silence wasn’t exactly preferable, but it was better than suffering the wrath of Kate Beckett.
Hesitantly, she raised her arm and rapped lightly on the door. “Kate?”
“There’s food out here if you want any.”
No answer. Maybe she was sleeping?
“Something else came for you too.”
“I don’t want it.”
Okay, not asleep then. “I’ll just leave it out here by the door then and you can come get it whenever you want.”
Shrugging, she gently laid the bouquet down and headed back to the living room. Upon returning to the couch, she turned the volume down on the TV and listened carefully. As much as Kate claimed to hate surprises, Lanie knew she would give in to curiosity. Almost on cue, she heard the door open, followed by the rustling of cellophane and the gentle click of the door closing again. She smiled to herself. It wasn’t much, but at least she had gotten out of bed – that was progress. She just hoped Castle had chosen his words carefully on that card.
Kate retreated her to her bed, flowers in hand, and sat down on the edge of the mattress. Did she tell him she loved lilies? She didn’t remember mentioning it. His depth of knowledge about her was both impressive and terrifying. How did he know things she didn’t say? How could he know her so intimately when she fought so hard to keep him at arm’s length? She really hoped he hadn’t noticed the book on her bed when he came in. How pathetic it would be for him to find her crying over his book. He repeatedly made her life hell, yet she missed him when he wasn’t there, and she was having a hard time staying mad at him. Maybe she shouldn’t have kicked him out.
She knew she should really be mad at herself, not Castle. She couldn’t expect him to wait around forever, and she had taken too long. He had every right to move on with someone else. And yet she was hurt and angry that he had. Sure, she was surprised it had happened so suddenly, but she had no claim over him and as Lanie had pointed out, he didn’t even know she wanted him. She had been dating someone for Christ’s sake, and she had just assumed he would be available. Maybe if she had taken him aside, told him anyways after Gina’s appearance, maybe he would have dropped everything to be with her. A big part of her believed he would have. But she wouldn’t know, because she didn’t fight for him.
Setting the flowers aside, she extracted the little envelope nestled between them. For a minute she just looked at it, running her finger across her name in his handwriting. Finally she opened it, revealing a simple white card that was blank on one side, with a short messaged scrawled on the other:
Don’t hate me KB.
She sighed. She couldn’t hate him. Even though there were times when she really wanted to, she still couldn’t hate him.
The way she saw it, she had two options at this point. One: she could continue to stew in her room all weekend, and then go back to work and pretend nothing happened. It was certainly the easier option, and the one she would normally choose. But then there was the second option: go over to his place and use the opportunity to salvage anything they might have. He did come back to see her after all. She could say what she never got to finish. She mulled over the pros and cons of each, but there was really no competition. If she felt this crappy after waiting too long once, she wasn’t going to let the chance pass her by again.
With renewed resolve, she picked some clean clothes out of her closet and hopped in the shower.
Lanie did a double take when she heard the water turn on in the bathroom. Ten minutes later, the blow dryer turned on. Ten minutes after that Kate appeared, fully dressed, and handed her the flowers.
“Could you put these in water for me?” Without waiting for an answer, she pulled Lanie into a hug, “and thank you for staying… and for the phone call.”
Stunned, she simply stood and watched as her friend grabbed a coat and breezed out the door. What the hell just happened? Wait – did Kate just THANK her for calling Castle?! Somebody better give her some details, and soon.
Rick sat slouched in the leather chair in his office, a glass of scotch in his hand. As replayed the last 2 days in his mind, a small amount of anger began to simmer beneath the surface. He was mostly angry with himself, but he was a little mad at her too. How was he supposed to know she would change her mind at the last minute? As far as he knew, she was going away with Demming, so why would it matter if he went away with Gina? He didn’t know he did anything wrong and he still came back to apologize, so he thought it was a little unfair that he was in the proverbial doghouse.
Vaguely he heard someone knocking on his front door and reluctantly he got up. He had to admit, he was a little curious who it was. No one knew he was home, so who would be coming over? He flipped the lock and swung the door open, quite stunned to see a nervous-looking Kate Beckett on the other side.
“Hi”, her voice was soft, almost hesitant.
“Can I come in?”
“Are you sure you want to?”
She rolled her eyes. “No Castle, I decided to wait until after the cab ride over here to make up my mind.”
He was tempted to make a snippy remark about the sarcasm, but decided against it. At least she was talking to him, so he stepped aside to let her through.
She made her way to the couch, sitting down quietly and staring intently at her hands. He settled into a nearby chair and watched her. Her furrowed brow told him she was struggling with what to say, but he didn’t push her.
“I’m sorry I kicked you out.” When he didn’t speak, she continued. “I acted like what happened was intentional, and I know it wasn’t. And I guess I’m more mad at myself than anything else, and I took it out on you.”
“Why were you upset?”
“Castle, you know why I was upset. Lanie told you.”
“I know. But I want to hear it from you.”
She sighed. “Fine, I was upset because you left with her.”
“Because it wasn’t me, okay? Is that what you wanted to hear? Can you knock off the ‘why’ bit now?”
“Kate, do you know why I was leaving for the summer?” She bit her lip and he knew she didn’t want to answer. “Because you know how you felt when you saw me leave with Gina? That’s how I felt every time I saw you with Demming. Do you have any idea how hard it was to sit there and watch you slip through my fingers?”
“You think it wasn’t hard for me to work up the courage to ask you to step out in the hallway with me? You think it wasn’t hard for me to finally open up to you and be shot down by your ex-wife?” Her plan to remain calm and rational had clearly flown out the window.
“I didn’t say that.”
“That’s what you think though, isn’t it? You think I deserved it; get a taste of my own medicine, right?”
“No! I would never think you deserve hurt. And I never wanted to hurt you, and I wish I hadn’t, but I’m not psychic, Kate. I may be able to tell a lot from watching you, but I’m not a mind reader.”
“I know, and I know it’s my own fault that I’m too late, but that doesn’t make it any easier.”
“Why do you think you’re too late?”
She looked at him incredulously. “Are you seriously asking me that?”
“Because you left with her!”
“And I left her to come see you.”
She fell silent for a minute; she hadn’t thought about it like that before. “So… what does that mean… for us?”
“Is there an us?”
“I don’t know… is there?”
“I would like there to be.”
“So there’s an us?”
She smiled. “Yeah, there’s an us.”
A/N: Okay, so this actually took a slightly different turn than I intended it to when I started it, so the chapter ended in a different place than I thought it would. This leaves two options:
1. I can continue with a more… ‘romantic’ chapter.
2. I can leave it here.
What do you guys want? I’m only going to put the time into writing it if it’s going to be read, so it’s completely up to you.