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Sep. 21st, 2011 09:22 amIt was almost chilly before the sun rose in the morning, making the run she took up and down the beach a little more of an effort, but it didn't take very long at all to get her heart pumping, kickstarting the routine she always managed to fall into before the other two were even awake. By the time she got back, though, Beckett knew that one or both of them would be starting breakfast, brewing coffee and battling with spatulas over eggs or pancakes, and that thought brought a smile to her lips even as she stopped halfway to catch her breath and drink some water. She passed others on the way back, nodding in acknowledgment, and by the time she rounded back towards the hut she shared with Castle and Alexis, she was sufficiently sweating, panting lightly as she reached up to sweep the arm of her jacket across her forehead.
She could see them just inside, in the kitchen, and she took the last remaining steps toward the front door, her hand reaching for the knob.
The sound of the shot cut through the early morning air with a ricochet, and Beckett whirled instinctively, standing in the open doorway as the bullet spiraled toward her, fired from an invisible gun. It was too fast to see but for only a second, and she felt the pain blossom in her shoulder, but when she looked down, there was no blood, just a quickly dissolving bruise as the impact re-directed the bullet's path. It shot through the window and right for the kitchen, and Beckett could only shout out in warning, a helpless cry.
She could see them just inside, in the kitchen, and she took the last remaining steps toward the front door, her hand reaching for the knob.
The sound of the shot cut through the early morning air with a ricochet, and Beckett whirled instinctively, standing in the open doorway as the bullet spiraled toward her, fired from an invisible gun. It was too fast to see but for only a second, and she felt the pain blossom in her shoulder, but when she looked down, there was no blood, just a quickly dissolving bruise as the impact re-directed the bullet's path. It shot through the window and right for the kitchen, and Beckett could only shout out in warning, a helpless cry.
