Hello everyone. So I haven't updated ANYTHING since June 2011 and inspiration somehow managed to hit me so I going to give posting something a shot. Personally I don't think my writing has improved that much but I've had a lot going on recently in my life and remembered how much happiness seeing your reviews and writing gave me over the years.

So I am pleased to present to all of you, 'Little Miss Imperfect.'

Reviews are like Stana to me; she makes me smile! Hope you all enjoy :)

The sun peeked out behind the towering buildings of Manhattan. The glass reflected the rays of orange blinding sunlight back out onto the city; leaving the city cast in an overall warming glow. A man stared at his creased paper in hand, his pinkie raised on his right hand as he sipped from his coffee cup. He set the coffee down onto its saucer and licked his lips tastefully and gazed at the date that was perched at the top of the New York Tribune. He smiled towards the white and black print and the smile slowly began to fade as he glanced at his watch. He viewed the main article of the paper front, a long few columns with the title 'Teenager, 17 found in park'. He gulped and left the paper back down on the coffee booth table and pulled himself up, almost unable to think straight and hurried out the coffee house with the flashing lights of the building behind him ; Mama Misty's Coffee house.

"Gosh Castle, it isn't that big a deal." Kate Beckett insisted as they drove through the city. She took a swift glance to her partner in shotgun position and returned her eyes to the road.

"That big a deal; that big a deal?"

"Well it isn't!" She sounded frustrated as she took a left turn, looking up to the road signs directing her to ensure she was in the right direction of their latest crime scene.

"Kate, you have to take my side with this one."

"No, she's my sister; as much as I love you Rick...-"

"She's like the living witch of...somewhere, I don't know but how did she find my apartment... HOW?" He pleaded.

He was scared out of his mind. It was only last night when Olivia Beckett turned up at Castle's apartment, a large suitcase trailing behind her and of course, and an extra large luggage bag being held in the crease of her inner-elbow. Her plum hair was tied in a fishtail plait and delicate curls framed either side of her face. He remembered the awkwardness of her being there, how Beckett; his girlfriend as of the last 3 months 2 weeks and 4 days, came racing down the stairs only to find her sister at the door, hip locked, sunglasses propped on her head, green eyes watching her and looking her up and down like a hawk.

"I don't know Rick, but I guess... we'll just have to deal with it. I don't exactly like her being there either but I can't tell her to just get out... can I?" she got her own sunglasses out from the side compartment and slid them up her nose and pulled down the sun visor above her.

"Can't you just ask Gates for a restraining order?" he peeped his eyes at her and she rolled her eyes at him and pulled up to the crime scene. She pushed open the door and stepped out and he stared at her again, eyes almost popping out of his head and she slammed the door behind her and he hopped out.

"It was a joke Kate!" he outstretched his arms and frowned, while Javier came up after him.

"Girlfriend troubles Castle?" her stated tongue in cheek. Castle just felt like hitting him with a Frisbee or something.

"Yes, however did you guess?"

"I took a few classes in reading people's minds, I soon became a pro." he winked and stalked ahead of Castle, who quickly ended up traipsing after him.

Castle walked up next to Beckett who was squatting next to the victim.

"- She has similar, almost identical bruising to our first victim Elle Parks, strangulation marks and bruising to her head and identical injection marks." Lanie explained, writing down notes for her file for further examination on the teenage victim.

Castle stared in absolute horror at the dead girl, sprawled out awkwardly, purple and yellow bruising crawling from her temple to up through her scalp.

"She only looks about-"

"17." Beckett finished his sentence almost shell-shocked as he was. Elle Park's murder had only been released to the press last night, hours after she had turned up dead in the park. She was only 17 too.

"This can't be..."

"I think it is, Castle" She looked at him with fear in her eyes. "How is it that two teenagers turn up dead with similar, but not fully identical markings on them; in the space of 32 hours?" she brushed falling hair out of her face and bit her lip. "This can't just be a coincidence."

So what did you think? Hated it, loved it? Please let me know if this is worth continuing! Love, always xo