Don’t get used to me writing these very often, at all. I just got this idea after watching 5x12 “Death Gone Crazy.” Thanks to writingonthecastlewalls for reviewing it before I published it!
Kate had been trying to complete the paperwork for her last case for the past several hours, but she’d been feeling badly all day. She couldn’t seem to rationalize going home. After all, there was a good reason for her sickness. She’d just have to push through it. She hoped it wouldn’t last much longer. A sudden wave of nausea overcame her, and Kate hastily stood up right as her phone rang. “Ryan, answer that? I’ll be back,” she called, hurrying to the bathroom.
Ryan was confused— Beckett never let anyone else answer her phone. Castle had answered her phone once, and although she’d let him off the hook, she still gave him ‘the look’ every time he tried again. Ryan put the thought out of his mind as he picked up the phone.
"Detective Beckett’s phone. This is Detective Ryan speaking… I’m sorry, Detective Beckett is unavailable at the moment. May I ask who’s calling?" As the caller gave his name and a callback number, Ryan searched the top of Beckett’s desk for paper. Not seeing any, he opened her middle desk drawer and found some post-it notes underneath a picture of some sort. After writing down the caller’s information and hanging up, Ryan re-opened the drawer to replace the post-its and glanced at the picture. His eyes widened as he realized it was an ultrasound photo, dated yesterday, with the patient listed as Katherine Beckett… Beckett was pregnant?
He hastily shut the drawer as he heard Beckett’s voice coming nearer. “Who was it, Ryan?” She sounded tired.
"It was the defense attorney for the last murderer we caught… hey, Beckett, you okay?" he asked. "Yeah, fine," she replied tersely, picking up the phone to return the call.
Ryan knew all too well she wasn’t fine. Jenny had been the same way for two full weeks near the beginning of her pregnancy. It was miserable for both of them. Ryan hoped Beckett would get through this phase faster than Jenny had. He walked toward the break room, deciding it would be best to not bring it up.
Dizziness. Again. Kate put her head in her hands and shut her eyes. When would this ever stop? Her stomach grumbled, protesting, but even the smell of food was making her feel sick. How long had it been since she’d eaten— last night? She couldn’t remember.
"Beckett?" Kate raised her head, and the moment she saw the look in Ryan’s eyes, she knew that he knew. How, she didn’t know, but he definitely knew. "You sure you’re okay?" Ryan asked.
Kate sighed. “Yeah,” she said. “It’s just… I’ve been sick lately.” She chose her words delicately, in case someone else was within earshot.
Ryan nodded knowingly. “You need to go home? Espo and I can cover for you.”
"No, I’m fine," she answered. "I just… need to get through this." Ryan nodded, waiting for her to continue. Kate took a deep breath. "Was it this way with… with Jenny?"
Ryan tensed momentarily— Beckett knew that he knew!— then relaxed. She was asking for his help. “Yes,” he answered quietly. “She was sick for two weeks.” Kate buried her face in her hands. “That’s not what I wanted to hear,” she muttered.
Ryan pulled Castle’s chair over beside her and sat down. “It’s different for everyone,” he said gently. Kate raised her head and sighed. “It’s been off and on for a few days now. Today’s the worst it’s been.”
Ryan nodded, wishing he knew what to say. ”Have you told Castle yet?” he asked. Kate shook her head. “I don’t know how to tell him,” she said.
"You don’t have to make it special— just tell him. He’ll be thrilled," Ryan said with a smile. Kate looked at him, conflicted. "Beckett, you’re about to give him the best gift he could ever ask for, expected or not. There’s no way he wouldn’t be happy."
Kate looked down at the floor as she felt her eyes welling up with tears. How could she have been stupid enough to think that because they weren’t trying for a baby, he’d be anything but happy? She wiped her eyes quickly, embarrassed. “Sorry,” she muttered. Everything made her tear up lately. Yet another annoying pregnancy symptom.
Kate looked at Ryan. “Thank you,” she said, a smile playing at the corners of her mouth. Ryan nodded. “Any time.”
Kate opened her desk drawer and pulled out the ultrasound photo, slipping it into her blazer pocket. “Hey, um… is your offer of covering for me still good? I’ve got something to take care of.”
Ryan smiled. “See you tomorrow.”
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