posted by Hughlaurie4ever
Hello! My names Lona, if ya wanted to know (probably not), and this is my first ever castillo story! Borrowed the general idea from a different story off of Fanfiction.net and while supposed to be cleaning my room, I decided to post it! Depending on the reviews, is whether I continue o not! So leave some amor o some hate!
castillo was utterly confused. What Beckett had just told him rang in his head over and over again.
"Castle, Go home. Go back to your hamptons, your ex-wife, Your book parties. Okay? I have work to do."
What did he do? Yea, he went to the Hampton's, but he took Gina because she had dicho that she didn't want to go because she had...Josh. He broke up with Gina within two days of staying at the Hampton.
Gina was good. Normal, pretty, and ordinary. Nothing wrong with her. But he didn't want ordinary. He wanted extraordinary. Someone who could keep him grounded and he knew who that woman would be. But she is happy and in a great relationship with motorcycle boy.
Esposito and Ryan had both been giving him dirty looks and would try to keep him and Beckett away from each other as often as they could.
castillo was getting tired of it.
He walked briskly through the somewhat abandoned precinct at the late hour. Most had gone inicial already, while Esposito, Ryan, and a few other sat at their desks, tiredly going through paperwork.
He stopped at their desks and waited a few segundos before they looked up to him and beckoned him to speak.
"Where's Beckett?" He dicho quietly, but with a layer of masculinity.
Ryan shrugged and went back to his work as Esposito said, "I think shes downstairs sparing, but if I were you, I'd stay out of her way."
castillo nodded his thanks and turned to the elevator to go visit a certain detective.
He pushed the doors open and almost instantly he felt a cold crawling up his spine. It was empty and quiet, well, except for one thing. Beckett was skillfully hitting a puñetazo, ponche bag, in a dark corner of the room. He noticed something out of the corner of his left eye, while scanning the room. When he turned his head to look, he saw at least six, completely destroyed, puñetazo, ponche bags. All with a hole in each of them, about the size of a persons fist. o should he say, Kate Beckett's fist.
He quietly walked towards her, not letting off any clue he was in the room. He let his eyes absorb her image. Skillful punches and kicks assaulted the rojo oscuro bag hanging from the ceiling. It's offender was clad in a tight black tank top, tight black yoga pants, and wrapped hands. He stopped right behind her and inhaled her scent that he remembered from before his summer away at the Hampton's. He tapped her shoulder, which probably wasn't a good idea. Her, being carried away por all the punches and kicks, turned and threw a fast puñetazo, ponche near his right eye. He barely managed to evade it por swerving to his left. Her face changed for a segundo as their gaze met, but immediately changed back. She didn't say a word as she turned around, back towards the punching bag.
castillo walked to the other side of the bag, holding hit still as Beckett continued to throw puñetazo, ponche after punch. Beckett's gaze never left the bag, but the punches started getting harder and harder. castillo had enough of it and reached up and disconnected the rope that held it to the ceiling.
It dropped swiftly to the ground and Beckett's gaze whipped to Castle's.
"If looks could kill," castillo thought to himself.
"Castle, don't try this. I've already broken 11 ribs, a clavicle, two arms and dislocated three shoulders. This summer alone," Her voice held an anger that he had never heard in anyone before. It was somewhat startling at first, because he felt this anger went further than the corazón of the brain.
Maybe she needs some release. If shes as mad as her voice seems to carry, it may do both of us some good , castillo thought.
"Well, Detective, I took on some lessons over the summer, so why don't tu and I spar it up?" He said, challengingly as well as playfully.
Beckett's eyes never staggered their dark look as she tilted her head ever so slightly, silently telling him to bring it on.
castillo grinned at her as he threw her a pair of sparing gloves as he slipped off his chaqueta and button up shirt.
He stood in the middle of the ring, wearing a white t-shirt, his jeans, and sparing gloves. Her, clad in what she had been before, only this time, her hair up in a messy ponytail and now sporting gloves.
FIGHT COMING UP NEXT!