She flinches away when the door creaks open, revealing a silhouette; instinct briefly wins out over logic and she fumbles for the light on the bedside table, trying to make out whoever it is - if she can just get to her gun, the one she keeps in the drawer -
The light clicks on and she glances back, only to freeze, her eyes adjusting while her heart feels as though it's going to beat out of her chest. It's Castle, looking mussed and a little dazed from recently being woken up, and Beckett sags back against the mattress.
Right now, she's never been more grateful to see him standing there - even though fear is now giving way to embarrassment, slowly and gradually.
"I - I'm sorry," she stammers, her voice cracking on the last syllable. "You know, I was afraid that was going to happen, because it's been happening, and it did again, and I woke you up, and I'm so, so sorry." As the words continue to spill out of her mouth, faster and faster, she can feel the sound of her voice shaking, tremoring, as she clutches fistfuls of the rumpled sheets and does her damndest not to shed any tears over this.
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The light clicks on and she glances back, only to freeze, her eyes adjusting while her heart feels as though it's going to beat out of her chest. It's Castle, looking mussed and a little dazed from recently being woken up, and Beckett sags back against the mattress.
Right now, she's never been more grateful to see him standing there - even though fear is now giving way to embarrassment, slowly and gradually.
"I - I'm sorry," she stammers, her voice cracking on the last syllable. "You know, I was afraid that was going to happen, because it's been happening, and it did again, and I woke you up, and I'm so, so sorry." As the words continue to spill out of her mouth, faster and faster, she can feel the sound of her voice shaking, tremoring, as she clutches fistfuls of the rumpled sheets and does her damndest not to shed any tears over this.