Disclaimer: I do not own Castle. Despite the fact that the writers somewhat rained on my parade, I think they are doing a good job as it. I wouldn't argue if they happened to give it to me though…
Coffee Stained Pages
They started with a chance meeting, fate causing them to crass paths in an unlikely way. That soon followed by words, pages full of them. Days filled with writing, following, longing, hope, becoming deeper entranced with every moment, more enthralled every day. She never ceased to amaze him, make him want more, want to be more.
Writing isn't as glamorous as everyone thought it was. It wasn't sitting at a café, watching people go by, writing word upon word in a notebook, a story destined to be great. More often than not it was nights spent sitting in front of a computer, desperately willing the words to come. But setting doesn't matter, it never did. What matters are the words themselves, scribbled down on a coffee stained page when he recorded something she said, filing it away for future reference. The meaning behind an intricately woven story, truth buried amongst the tales of lies, deceit and the ugliness of murder, unescapable in their daily lives. The words that held dear to his heart despite the many occasions that he had wanted to say them. The words he wrote despite the deadlines, rumours and many critics associated with writing.
One word mattered above all else; always. It came with so much commitment and longing yet was filled with hope, happiness and the promise of forever. It meant so much more than 'I love you' ever could. The phrase was plain, ordinary, a promise between two people, more often than not, empty. It just wasn't them. They said things without saying them, had entire conversations with their eyes, succeeded in situations that others couldn't imagine being in to begin with. An unlikely pair; bestselling author and New York City's finest yet there they were. Solving mysteries, giving families a reason why, something she craved and longed for but lived with. It would never get better, never go away. But as long as they had their coffee and banter she would be fine, they would be partners,
Always