Okay, I'm really sorry guys. I don't want to spam your inbox.I was kinda depressive and lost it with this story. I'm sorry for all the mess. A good friend of mine had to convince me to continue and to reupload it. I really hope, that some of you are still following and reading, I would really appreciate it!

Castle doesn't belong to me


Castle took a deep sip of his morning coffee while sitting on Detective Beckett's desk placing his feet on her chair. Oh, how she would hate that. But she was not there to disapprove of it. Yeah, Detective Beckett. Savvy homicide cop and a pretty good one too. But for almost 6 months now she was also Kate Beckett, Richard Castle's girlfriend. His girlfriend. Castle grinned at this thought. And again Beckett would certainly be not amused about it. They had been partners for four years when they finally admitted that there was more between them than just a good partnership and a close friendship so they agreed to give it a try.

At first Castle was very worried that they would not get along very well. Not in their relationship as such but at work, because he had begged her to let him continue his ride-along. She –of course- had fiercely refused to fulfil his wish for she herself just had rejoined the police work after resigning from her job. It had not been an easy decision for her, because she had turned her back on the precinct for good reasons. Beckett had realised that she could not let her mother's murder drive her into an ongoing circle of revenge. That she had to live. And Castle had worked four years on that. But soon Kate Beckett also realised that she was made for this job, not because she was just seeking vengeance for her mother, as she always had thought, no, there was much more to it. She was able to do good to other people with solving murders and catching the killers, because like no one else she understood how it felt to lose someone important through a crime. Her job had become a part of her a long time ago and she was better at it than at anything else, so she had felt the urge to go back. Castle was worried at first, because he thought that she would only want to rejoin the precinct for continuing her personal vendetta. But they talked about it for days without any pressure or urgency. And Beckett did not decide without Castle approving which made him very proud for she had finally let him in her life.

Luckily Captain Iron Gates had taken her back. Not without busting her down to traffic for a month, a funny period in which Beckett was on watch with her new temporarily partner Esposito, who also was punished for chasing Beckett's shooter without notifying Gates. So every day these two had to wear uniforms and Castle teased them about it a lot. Not so much Esposito as his own girlfriend with comments on how sexy she looked in it and he liked to be arrested by her. Beckett had really hated that too. Castle himself had to comfort Detective Ryan, Esposito's former partner. They had had a huge fight over Ryan telling Gates what Beckett and he were up to and they did not part on very good terms. So for this special month Castle had been Ryan's ride-along. Gates had taken him back too, because he had been a useful resource to the crime solving rate as she had put it. But Castle thought that he also had detected a little empathy for him. Gates certainly knew that Castle would not let Beckett face the daily danger of the job alone and especially not with the people that wanted to kill her still on the loose. She also wanted to see Beckett on some level of control, so she had agreed anyway much to Beckett's annoyance.

Beckett did not want the others to see that they were a couple, partly because it embarrassed her and partly because she did not want them to think that they could not work together anymore for it would somehow destroy her memories of them solving crimes together. But in the end she was happy with it, the team tried not to make a fuss about them being together and she did not work with Castle all the time anyway. Due to Ryan and Esposito's friction they sometimes split up and regrouped so that she would work with Esposito and Ryan with Castle and vice versa. Although the two partners talked about it at some point and were fine now, they kept the routine for it was a funny diversion on one hand and made it easier for Castle and Beckett to get along on the job on the other.

The last few days were very boring for Castle because Kate was away on a seminar, so Ryan and Esposito did the police work and Castle was more or less the odd man out. Basic police work like running around the neighbourhood of a crime scene to interview witnesses or to run some background checks on persons or analyze specific data was not his cup of tea anyway. It just meant paperwork or to wait until the computer would spit out some information they eventually needed. Most of the time he just sat in the precinct, drank coffee and waited for something special or interesting or extraordinary to happen. He thought about Kate and how he missed her rolling her eyes at him when he was trying to be uber-nice to her at work just to tease her a little. And her smile over the usual morning coffee. In a few days she would return and everything would be back to normal. Castle's feet began tapping on the chair as he was lost in thought. But he was torn out of it abruptly as someone suddenly addressed him.

"Excuse me Mister ahem... certainly-not-Beckett…"

Castle looked up at a small woman with straight long brown hair. She had looked at the name tag on the desk and obviously seemed to know that he was "certainly not Beckett". She wore a tight green t-shirt, a casually sized stone washed blue jeans as well as loosely tied black boots and seemed to be in her mid-twenties. Castle was confused and excited at the same time. A new person who seemed to be very determined and did not fit in the precinct at all! What could she possibly want? And why did she know who Beckett was?

"It's Castle. How can I help you?"

he said politely and as he addressed her he suddenly noticed that somehow she reminded him of someone, but he could not quite point his finger on it now. He noticed that she had brown eyes with a slight sparkle of green in it, and there again his brain was triggered. He also detected a slight accent in the way she spoke but he was not able to attach it to a certain region.

"I am looking for Detective Beckett." she simply said.

"I am sorry, but Detective Beckett is not here at the moment. I am sure…"

"Damn it!" she simply said interrupting him. "Where can I find her?"

"Well she's at a seminar…Listen, I am sure she will talk to you, when she's back…"

"But I need her now! Damn it, damn it, damn it!" she interrupted him again and seemed to like cursing around.

"Well, if it's that important you can talk to me", Castle said flashing his most charming smile at her. He really was very curious about this woman and happy for the diversion.

"And why the hell would I want to do that?" she answered not at all impressed or touched by his friendly action.

Again, somewhere in his brain this reminded him of someone or something.

"Ah, well I am sort of her partner you know. So maybe I can help you…"

"Ah, yeah, well…How could a writer possibly help me, eh? With a mighty pen?" she snorted arrogantly rolling her eyes.

Castle was surprised. "You know me?" he asked, wondering why she had not called him by his name earlier.

"Of course I do! Who wouldn't after you used the best cop in NYC to pimp up your pulp fiction?"

Nice, he thought, two seconds with this woman and they were already fighting. Maybe it was not such a good idea after all to offer his help. Maybe brunettes just did not like him. And yet another pinch in this brain, a slightly tickling reminder of something.

"Yo, Castle! Is there a problem?" Esposito called and joined them at Beckett's table.

"No, everything is fine. This young lady here…" -the "young lady" gave him a very nasty look-"…is searching for Beckett."

"What do you want?" Esposito simply said with one of his terrifying interrogation looks.

"I am searching for Detective Beckett because I really need her help. I'll only talk to her. It's private business."

"So why didn't you just call her?" Esposito asked. "Well, that's complicated. Haven't seen her in a while…"

For some reason unknown to Castle the woman did not seem to have any problems with talking to Esposito. Maybe she liked the bad boy-type.

"But she is the only one who can help you and it's so urgent that you show up at her work instead of calling her?"

"Well, you know, as I said, it's complicated…"

"Well, than just leave a note and I assure you Detective Beckett will receive it, Miss…" Espo shot a questioning look at her.

Uncertain what to do next she looked to the floor. Finally she took a deep breath and said:

"No, it's fine…"and with that she stormed out of the precinct as quickly as she had appeared.

"Strange girl…"Esposito said.

"Yeah, strange but somehow interesting. Kinda wanna know her story."

"Yeah, Castle you always wanna know the story." Esposito laughed. "So just call your girlfriend and ask her about it. What's the big deal?"

"That wouldn't be fun. I'm a mystery writer after all. I enjoy mysteries. And this woman is a hell of a riddle to me. I'm going to figure it out myself."

"And how exactly would you do that? You gonna stalk her? Besides she didn't seem to like you very much…" Espo grinned.

"Yeah, yeah, I know, but it wouldn't be the first hard-headed woman that I crack…"

"But we don't know who she is, bro."

"Not now, but luckily she left a little bread crumb for us" Castle said with villain-like smile as he held up a black rain jacket.

"And from the strumming sound in the pocket I assume she left her keys as well."