This story just popped in my head, so I posted it. I was out of town. I thought of Castle, Beckett and her leather jacket. Yes, I had dreams of them. All kinds. This is just one of them. Hope someone enjoys it. This is a younger "Castle" moment.
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The leather jacket
6/8/13
Out of the corner of his eye he saw it.
It was draped around the chair in the corner.
Where did it come from, he didn't remember seeing it before. He was used to having his clothing laying around his room but he didn't recognize this...what...what was it a jacket? a leather jacket.
But then again he did lived with two other people his mother and his daughter maybe it was theirs. But why would it be in his office. Alexis never came in there and he banned Martha from his personal space. The leather jacket was taunting him to touch it. To walk up to it…
It looks just like…he said to himself staring over at it. He shook his head. Don't go there it can't be….
He went back to his typing but every few seconds he would glance over at the jacket. Like it was going to go any where. A minute later he was standing in front of it. He picked it up. He knew it wouldn't fit him. A medium, her size. He sighs. He didn't know quite what compelled him to put the jacket up top his nose but he did.
He inhaled slowly, not only did it smell like the leather that he thought it would but it smelled like her. That cherry smell. The one that he never forgot. The smell that drove him crazy. He closed his eyes, letting the smell continue to invade his senses.
He wrapped his arms around the leather jacket, wishing that her arms where wrapped around him. He let the memories flood in, something he hadn't done for awhile. The first one was that that day….the day he first smelled her. Oh how the cherries. He wanted to kiss her that day, right then at that moment for they were inches from each other faces, it would have been the right time until Espo walked in…what would have happened if he didn't interrupted us...Castle thought...ah…
Then he remembered the smirks she would give him when she found something of his to be funny. Be believed those smirks were just for him. To get a muse of his reactions. The sarcastic banter they threw at each other while coming up with theories stories, oh how he missed those already. It had only been a day, and it felt like an eternity.
He not knowing the movements of his own hands reaches in the pocket he pulled out a receipt for a coffee at a local store. The local store where he always brought her coffee, that was before he bought the machine for her okay the 12th. He read the receipt. Uh, he said out loud. "This was the first one that I bought her on the way to..." he swallowed remembering the first murder he saw. "Beckett, why would you..." he blinked. A tear slid down his cheek. "Beckett I..."
Oh those days, how he brought her coffee just see her smile at him. A smile that warmed his heart the first time he got one out of her, but those days were long gone. She was with someone else and he had to except it. That didn't mean he wouldn't try to get her back but…
for now…
He had to live with it.
He breathe in deeply feeling sad again. He put the leather jacket back on the back of the chair, running his hand down one of the sleeves just so he could feel her one last time before heading out the door to his summer in the Hampton.
The leather jacket would remind him of what he was going to miss all summer long.
the end