This is my first Fic so be nice please!

Disclaimer: All the characters belong to ABC and Andrew Marlowe, unless of course I win Lottery.

Takes place right after Knockdown, following Beckett leaving the prison. I have taken Becketts past and made it quite a bit darker.

Sitting in her car she felt like a failure; taking a deep breath she took off down the highway back into the city. She promised herself that she would not breakdown; she would stay strong just like her mother always did. Castle already caught her crying once, and that was enough to last a lifetime.

Closing her door the last part of her resolve crumbled. Sinking down against the back of her door she cried for how long she doesn't know. Eventually she pulled herself up and headed towards her bathroom. Thinking a nice hot bath will make her feel better; filling the tub to the brim with scalding hot water and raspberry scented bubble bath, she stripped and settled into the bubbly heaven. Mere moments later she could feel the tears sting her eyes, determined not to let them fall she blinked fast and hard. It was no use, she began to panic. Taking deep breaths she looked around for something to calm herself down with; that's when she looked at her left wrist. Her father's watch discarded for her bath was now replaced with thin silver scars. Without thinking she reached for her razor snapping it in half and began to drag it across her skin. Leaning her head back she let herself be pulled away from the thoughts in her head, to just focusing on the dull sting that was now radiating from her wrist. Several cuts later she rose from her tub, the water once clear with white fluffy bubbles was now a dull pink, and looking at her wrist she sighed thinking that covering those tomorrow was going be a bitch.

When Kate Beckett woke the following morning her first assessment was the throbbing pain radiating from her left wrist. Looking down she gasped, it wasn't just one or two cuts it was more like eight or nine. She knew at that moment that she just opened up a closed box inside of herself that was going to be damn hard to shut again. Stripping from her pyjama's she hopped into the shower; being cautious of the cuts she washed quickly. Stepping out of the shower onto the cool tile a chill ran through her. Standing in front of her mirror she examined her torso and thighs, slowly with a feather like touch she ran her fingers over the already healed and fading scars.

Again this is my first ever attempt a fanfiction! Constructive criticism would be great!

Oh and if anyone could tell me how to indent and double space this that would be great!

xoxoKassandra