A/N: Hey, Castle fans! Wow, it's been a really long time since I've written or read anything for Castle. I was listening to the song Faithfully by Journey (actually, I was listening to the Glee Cast version which is a little bit different) and this story came out of no where. I included some of the lyrics but this isn't a song fic. Like I said, I haven't been a very active Castle fanfic reader lately so this may have been done before. If it has, tell me and I'll take it down immediately. This story is a kind of post-finale fic. It looks like it's going to be about three chapters, four tops. So, with all that said, enjoy! :) Oh, and please review so I know if anyone's interested!
Disclaimer: I don't own Castle!
Kate Beckett stared moodily out the window of her apartment. She watched the people walk along the busy New York streets as the sun began to sink in the sky. It was one of the first times that she had been home before dark in a long time. She found herself wishing she had a case to solve.
Of course, solving cases wouldn't be the same. He wasn't here. He was off frolicking in the Hamptons with his ex-wife.
"Stop it." Kate growled, and pulled herself away from the window and towards her rarely-used couch. She flopped down on it and flipped the TV on. She could distract herself with mind-numbing sitcoms for a little while, at least.
She made it half way through an episode of Seinfeld until her thoughts began to wander. Everything reminded her of him. He hadn't even been gone for two weeks yet, but she couldn't stop thinking about him, or the way she felt around him. The way her stomach seemed to flutter when he touched her, or the pleasure she got by outwitting him. It was driving her crazy.
"Get a grip, Kate." She hissed. Then she rolled her eyes. "Talking to myself. That's the first sign of insanity."
Grabbing a pillow, she covered her face and leaned back until she was laying down. She let out a muffled groan and closed her eyes. Since when did Kate Beckett turn into a wallowing little girl over some stupid guy? It wasn't like you could even call him a guy. Boy was more the word.
Her phone chirped, then, alerting her to a text message. Kate jumped up, thankful for the distraction. She reached for her phone, which was resting on the coffee table in front of her, and flipped it open. The message was from Lanie, and said only five words: I'll see you in 5.
Kate's eyebrows pulled together, but she didn't question it. Years of being friends with Lanie had taught her that it was better to just go along with what her best friend wanted. Arguing tended to be pointless. Exactly five minutes later, there was a knock on the door. Kate trudged over to open it, revealing her smiling friend holding up a large bottle of alcohol.
"You look like you could use a little pick-me-up." Lanie smiled and breezed past Kate without a second thought.
Beckett was left to shut the door and shake her head as Lanie disappeared into the kitchen. A moment later and both Lanie and Beckett were sitting on the couch with glasses of whiskey in their hands, and the open bottle on the coffee table in front of them.
"I really don't feel like drinking." Kate said, eyeing the liquid and then her friend.
"Sweetie, you need it. Trust me."
Kate rolled her eyes, but she downed the glass. When she looked back up she saw Lanie staring at her. She wiped her mouth self-consciously and asked, "What?"
"I think you know what." Lanie raised her eyebrows, and leaned back into the cushions. She propped her feet up on the coffee table and took a sip of her drink while Kate poured another for herself.
"What's the point of this?" Kate sighed and waved the bottle of alcohol towards Lanie. "If you're trying to, I don't know, get me to cry over him then I hate to tell you that it isn't going to happen."
"I think it's interesting that you're the one who brought him up."
Kate's cheeks burned, and she focused on draining another glass. She busied herself with pouring a third but stopped when she felt Lanie's hand on her arm.
"Katie," Lanie looked at her sadly. "It's time to stop lying to yourself."
"I'm not." The detective snapped back. She stood up. "Are you hungry? I am."
Lanie sighed and watched Kate retreat into the kitchen. This may have been harder than she thought. It was time to break out the big guns. Pulling out her iPod, Lanie set it to a certain playlist and waited until she saw Kate coming back to hit play.
"What are you doing?" Kate sat back down, depositing crackers, spray cheese, and a bowl of strawberries on the table in front of them.
"I figured we could use some music." Lanie shrugged then narrowed her eyes at the food. "Interesting choice of snacks, there, Becks."
"It's all I had."
"We really need to take you shopping." Lanie chuckled, and reached for a strawberry.
The two of them sat quietly, eating, drinking, and listening as Lanie's iPod played. Lanie watched Kate discreetly when one of her favorite songs came on…a song that just happened to remind her of Kate and a certain author.
"Highway run into the midnight sun. Wheels go round and round, you're on my mind."
Kate seemed to be completely oblivious to the music, and Lanie discreetly pushed the iPod closer to her. There had to be a way to break through the detectives shell.
"Restless hearts sleep alone tonight. Sending all my love along the wire."
The song continued, and Kate began to fidget uncomfortably. Score, Lanie thought, suppressing a smile.
"Oh, boy, you stand by me."
Beckett busied her hands with another glass of alcohol. She tried not to pay attention to the stupid love song that Lanie just had to play, but couldn't help it. Her thoughts flickered to the man she had dubbed He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and the last time they had seen each other. He had definitely not stood by her…he'd decided she wasn't good enough for the Hamptons, but his ex-wife was.
"I'm forever yours…faithfully."
"Can we please stop listening to this?" Kate made a grab for the iPod, but Lanie pulled it out of the way just in time. Kate glared at her friend, seriously considering tackling her. "Lanie, this isn't funny anymore, okay? Please stop."
"This is for your own good, Kate!" Lanie sat up, squared her shoulders, and got right in Kate's face. "You've been wandering around like a lost puppy since he left, and it's going to stop right now. You love that boy, don't even try to hide it. Everyone knows. Hell, Ryan and Esposito even have a bet going on about when you two hook up. And you know what? He loves you too! Yeah, he decided to take his ex-wife with him to the Hamptons, but so what? He asked you first. It's time to go after your man, Beckett! You love Richard Castle!"
Kate stared at Lanie, speechless, while her friend stared right back at her. The seconds ticked by and neither of them spoke or even moved. Then, Kate closed her eyes.
"Lanie—," She started.
"Say it, Becks."
Kate opened her now-glassy eyes to stare at Lanie. The medical examiner didn't seem fazed at all by Kate's change in demeanor.
"Say it." Lanie said again.
"I…," Kate shook her head. "I can't, I—,"
"I love him!" Kate yelled, anger at Lanie, and Castle, and just everything in general seeping into her voice. "I love everything about him! I love the irritating way he outsmarts me sometimes, and I love bickering, and I love the way he puts his hand on my back, and the way his eyes sparkle, and how he annoys me, and that he saved my life, and based a book character on me, and called me extraordinary and…and…everything." Kate was nearly breathless, tears glistening in her eyes. "I love him, okay? I love Rick Castle!"
Lanie smiled and pulled her friend in for a tight hug. "That 'a girl, Kate."
Lanie couldn't help but laugh when she heard Kate's muffled, "I hate you."
"Look on the bright side," The ME pulled back and watched as Beckett wiped her eyes. "Now that you've admitted it, you can go get your man."
"What? No. No! I can't just—,"
"Oh yes, you can. And you will." Lanie grinned. "And your best friend is going to be there for moral support while also enjoying the many benefits of the Hamptons."
"Tell me that you haven't thought of about ten million different scenarios where you and Castle end up together." When Kate stayed quiet, Lanie nodded. "That's what I thought. Well, Becks…this is your chance to make one of those scenarios a reality. Just go for it."
"What about Gina?"
"Forget that she exists." Lanie leaned into Kate, bumping her shoulder in camaraderie. "You can do this, girl. I have faith in you."
"I don't." Beckett chewed on her bottom lip and let her head fall back against the couch. "I don't just show up places, Lanie. That's not me. I'm not that kind of girl—,"
"Well maybe it's time to start." Lanie stretched and stood up, straightening her clothes. "I'll be here at six o'clock sharp tomorrow morning. I don't care if you're ready to go or not, I'm dragging your little white butt to the Hamptons."
Kate watched as Lanie let herself out. When the door was shut and Kate was alone once again, she leaned back into her couch and took a deep breath. What the hell was she getting herself into?