Castle ABC drabbles seem to be the "it" thing to write in the Castle fandom. I decided to make a change to the whole clichéd alphabet drabble series, I'm going to write a drabble for each episode of Castle starting with the pilot and going in order. Some will be short short, others might be a bit longer just depending on the episode. I will be going in order of episodes aired so meaning next one is Nanny McDead, which is always a fun episode.
Of course, as always I don't own anything Castle related. And Thanks to all my fellow Robotorgo'ers who are always a great source of inspiration and friendship. I take all blame for mistakes.
Flowers for your Grave
The sun had slowly faded in the background as Kate Beckett entered the precinct doors. Her mind raced around the thought that she had just turned down having sex with a guy she had idolized for years. Part of her screamed wanting to know what she was thinking, the other part patted her on the back telling her she was a good girl to walk away. As she entered the elevator and pressed the number four button, she felt a pang of disappointment. The kind of disappointment that comes after you discover that the hero you loved and let yourself get lost in their works, was only human. Albeit a jerk, but still human. She wanted to hold onto her ideal image of her favorite author that had come from the countless times she had stared at his god like picture from the back of her book, looking at her with longing eyes that told stories of his imagination to his readers .The same guy who had flashed her a caring smile as he signed his Derrick Storm book "To my loyal fan Kate, best wishes Richard Castle" when she had attended his book signing the previous year. Her delusions of grander was replaced by the real Richard Castle, who spent the last week of her life a living hell by questioning her judgment, stealing evidence, and trying to apprehend a criminal with a shoe in his hand.
The elevator crawled to a slow pace as it rose to its destination, she leaned her head against the wall and smiled. As much havoc as he caused during the case, she still felt a bit of a fangirl twinge knowing she got under his skin too. While he might have a playboy lifestyle aspect, she knew that she intrigued him enough to want more. She slowly exited the elevator, walked over to her desk, and ran her fingers across the brown box that held all his works. She had recently added the advanced copy of Storm Fall, still wrapped in tissue paper and in its decorative box. A bit of her wanted to go on the fansites and post about her experiences, but the rational part of her was telling her to savor the moment. As she gathered her items to go home, she stopped once again at the box and removed the gift he had given her, knowing for a brief time, she would forget the Richard Castle she had met, and indulge herself in the Richard Castle that had helped her move on from her mothers death. She left with the single book in the gift box in hand, welcoming the thought of a warm bath, cold wine, and a few moments of suspension of disbelief. Tomorrow will be a new day, and a new crime to solve, and Richard Castle will all be but a memory and a good book away.
Please let me know what you think, if I should continue or just delete this idea and story series.