A Storm Comes Calling

Note: I don't own the characters, I am just borrowing them...for a while. And if I owned them...Beckett wouldn't have had an ex-husband...or would she...

first Fan Fiction..or Story I have written, well besides fantasy stuff (not that type of fantasy, get your mind out of the gutter, geez..swords and magic) 35odd years ago...

Several Months ago in Tbilisi, t=The story begins...

Prologue T-2

February 2014

Tbilisi, Georgia (the Country not the State)

Mikael Durov pulled another DVD from the security case to review yet another security video. All too often the damn Americans pulled the wool out from under them and spoiled another plan to infiltrate the Georgian Government. At almost the execution stage of a planned operation, a small team, usually one or two people would infiltrate the operation and blow it all up, then vanish into the night, leaving chaos in their wake. The annoying thing was the all too frequent lack of these perpetrators showing up on the security video system. It was like they knew exactly where all the camera's were and knew how to avoid/disable the camera's to prevent appearing on screen. This last time, only he knew where all the camera's were. So hopefully they will learn a bit more..before they attempt another mission.

Sliding the disk into the player from the last interrupted and ruined mission base, several video feeds play quickly on the large 55" LCD screen at 4x speed, one by one the feeds vanish in a path, showing the meticulous route the infiltrators took, however, one of the camera's that Mikael planted secretly reveals them. A team of 2, dressed all in mixed grays and blacks with grease paint on their faces to help hide them from being seen. Mikael presses a few buttons to focus on this single feed, one of them is male, 190ish cm, lithe, yet muscular, maybe 100-110kg, his movements flow with catlike grace as they stealthily flow down the corridor. His teammate, to Mikael's surprise, is female, judging her height from seeing them confer in whispers near a doorway, about 165 cm and 60ish kg, and fairly slender, he sees a wisp of brown hair that has slipped out from under the cap she is wearing.

The man smiles, leans in to kiss the woman for a few seconds on camera. Even though he wants to identify them, he cannot help but chuckle at the audacity of the man, "just like a spy novel" Mikael mutters as he advances the feed to the next secretly placed camera, hoping that this one also escaped notice.

It didn't, this camera gets disabled fairly quickly, but not before it catches a good view of the man's eyes. A vague feeling like he should know this person slips through his brain as the video feed continues; one of the cameras, set on and adjacent building caught the two of them quickly disarming and disabling a security patrol, their combat skills evident in the fact that, while going in seemingly unarmed, the guards went down quickly and virtually soundlessly to get stuffed into a nearby closet. The team of two move throughout the complex for the next several minutes, Mikael is fascinated by the speed and stealth they exhibit.

The Roof Camera feed catches them leaving the grounds, sliding via a cable from the roof, over the fence and into a waiting...wait is that a mustang convertible they drop into? Mikael zooms in and sure enough the prancing pony of a Ford Mustang is visible briefly on the grill of the car as they zoom off into the night, mission accomplished, or in Mikael's case, Mission failed as the remote complex bursts into flames...

"Mustang,,,,spy novel like action,...highly trained combat ability, works with a woman." The sense of knowing this person is searing through Mikael's Brain.. "Research, I have to do more research." Hours pass as older security video and reports are reviewed, always the same, result as he goes through several years of reports: glimpses of a man and and sometimes a woman on camera, reports from surviving field agents, all saying the same thing, highly trained, vanishes with no trace, almost always seen with a woman teammate, an loud Sports Car used to drive off..It's there, Mikael Knows him...somehow.

The door to his office opens revealing his personal assistant, Ivonova, holding a package that arrived for him from the United States. "Mr. Durov, the package you were expecting arrived a few hrs ago, it is 7pm, maybe it is time to call it a night, go home and enjoy what it contains."

Mikael sighs, then smiles as he takes the package from her, "Maybe I should, I know I am close to figuring out who it is that is doing all this . I just need to get those few puzzle pieces that puts it all together, so that everything make sense. I'm going to head out, eat dinner, then hopefully, inspiration will hit and I'll no longer have to worry about this problem for much longer. Good evening, Ivonova.. Sleep well, give Sergei a kiss for me."

Mikael grabs his jacket and heads off, locking up the video's and reports in the security cabinet, then setting the alarm properly as he departs his office for the evening, strolling down the roads of Tbilisi, calling ahead to the restaurant he frequents, placing an order so that his favorite meal will be almost ready for him to eat when he arrives.

Striding down Davit Aghmashenebelli Ave, Mikael observes the passing vehicles, and pedestrian's, sparse this time of evening as he walks several blocks passing the Hotel Istanbul to turn towards the square and The Grill on Piekhanov...

The Restaurant is uncrowded as he enters, nodding in greeting to the hostess as he motions towards his spot, an empty table in the corner that he tries to sit at the few times a week he comes here, secluded, yet open to view the exits, he slips into his normal spot, with his back against the wall, due to its placement, he could easily slip through into the kitchen to make an escape if anything untoward heads in his general direction.

His normal Waitress, Inessa, brings him a Cocktail, a martini jigger filled with...something, she shakes, then pours the amber fluid into the martini glass, this promises to be...different. She Smiles at him as she moves towards the kitchen to await his dinner as he picks up the Martini, takes a sip, eyes widening at the hazelnut sweetness of the martini. He shakes his head at all the new and crazy drinks that are popping up all over... give him a classic Vodka martini anytime over...sweet. He takes another sip, women probably go nuts for this drink though he ponders.

He places the martini glass down, then moves the package up off of the adjoining seat to on the table in front of him. Sliding the leather-man tool from his belt sheath, he flicks his wrist to slide out the pliers head and lock it into place, unfolds the small yet sharp knife blade from inside the handle, lightly running the blade tip down the center and end of the tape to break the seal.

Folding the blade back into the handle, putting the leather-man away, the box is opened to reveal 2 hardcover books that are not even published yet, The charity work the author does- to raise money for reading awareness- He places A.R.C.s (advance reader copy pre-edit versions of upcoming books)on E bay and donates the money paid for the books to his charity. For these two books, Mikael spent 500 dollars..each. Lifting the first book out- the dark blue gray cover jacket, showing a shadowed woman running along a lightning filled stormy seashore.. he reads the words on the cover.. "New York Times Best Selling Author Richard Castle...Raging Heat" the sixth book of the best selling Nikki Heat Series, placing it aside on the table, he takes out the next book, this one an Orange colored cover jacket with the Sphinx in the background, a male shadow in the foreground ...Wild Storm, a Derrick Storm Thriller.

Turning the book over, Mikael looks at the portrait picture of Richard Castle, the way he smirks in his picture makes Mikael smile as he wonders how long it is going to take him to finish these books once he picks them up. Inessa has yet to return from the kitchen with his meal, so Mikael opens the book and turns to the Dedication:

To my Always.

You make saving the world magical.

Turning the page over, he begins to read, "Chapter 1 Nineteen Thousand feet above..."

Absorbed in his reading, Mikael never notices that Inessa approach until she clears her throat softly and says, Excuse me, Mr. Durov the plate is hot" as she leans over, her blouse falling slightly down to reveal the hint of the curve of her breasts as she places the meal in front of him. Mikael, places the front flap of the jacket cover over the left page and closes the book to begin his meal.

"Thank you Inessa this looks Delicious" he comments as she turns to leave. His eyes lingering on the soft swell of her breasts as she moves off to another table to see to their needs. He smiles softly thinking typical thoughts of bedding her. He looks down at his meal, then begins to eat, slicing the tender lamb into bite size pieces as he enjoys the fine food. His meal is not hurried or rushed, Beckoning Inessa over, he asks for a glass of water and finishes his meal over the next several minutes. It was delicious, as always, leaving a generous tip for Inessa as he pays, then off towards his apartment on Louis Pasteur Avenue.

Unlocking the door of the entrance of his apartment building, he moves into the lift and waits patiently as it goes up the several floors to the penthouse apartment. Opening his door, he enters, flips his lights on, and in his nightly ritual, places his coat on the rack, keys on the table, then moves into his room to shower and change for evening. The only difference this evening will bring is the relaxation of a good book that he has never read before. Sleep will have to wait.

Twenty minutes later, after his shower, dressed in relaxing attire, he ponders the two books, then placing the Nikki Heat Book on the side table, he carries the Derrick Storm Novel into his living room, settles into the overstuffed chair that is perfect for a relaxing evening of reading, grabs a throw blanket , slips it onto his lap, then begins to read, abandoning the world where he is an assistant director of covert operations for the Russian government, and into the world of Derrick Storm, master American spy.

Several hours pass and the story flows as Storm yet again saves the day, this time he has his adventure with, eye roll here, Katie Comely...where the hell does Castle come up with such corny names...Mikael Closes the book, relishing in the aftermath of a good story, he glances down at the author's picture, seeing the brilliant blue eyes of the author, checks the time on his watch, 1:45 am. 4hrs devouring this book, time for bed he thinks as he shuts off the lights, uses the facilities, then bed. His mind races, relaxed from the reading but racing from the thrill of the story, the thoughts of how storm is like his target run through his brain. Always has a woman, loves muscle cars, he chuckles quietly to himself and mutters as he drifts off. "The team ruining my life is run by Derrick Storm, my boss would love that" he thinks as he falls asleep, dreaming of Storm, Katie Comely, and his targets, all meshed and mixed together...

Author's note: unless we have a mixed conversation all foreign languages won't be italics or bracketed etc. if mixed then I'll be italics for foreign language. Assume all conversations that take place not in mixed company are in their language of choice, i'm not going to differentiate, unless I HAVE to for the story.

Also, the hotel is real, the restaurant is real, and the apartment street is real, ..I've never been there, so any mistakes on food or locations are the fault of me and my imagination. No beta reader or editor, just the spellchecker in Open Office...

And yes I know Beckett and Castle are not here...yet. This is all SETUP to get to the actual story of what happened from about May through September.. all things that happened on the show, happen here, just my AU version of Who did what to Whom and Why.