I own nothing. Sad day.

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It was a seemingly innocuous phrase, used when he was being more 'Castle' than usual. He used it to qualify his kooky Christopher Walken impression, but when she remembered the phrase now it had another meaning altogether.

"It'll grow on you".

It ended up being more than just the impression that grew on her; He had grown on her. His personality, his odd, sometimes childish behavior, and especially his heart, cheerfulness and compassion; they had all grown on her. Her life the past few months no longer included his wackiness, and she had found that she didn't enjoy the long stretches of alone time nearly as much as she had before. At the beginning he was just another handsome rich and famous guy; entitled, most likely a total ass. She had loved his books though, and had known there had to be something more behind the public figure that was "the author Richard Castle". Something about how and what he wrote had appealed to her on a level she, even now, didn't completely understand. She glanced over at his books on the shelf and thought of the time he had become more than just a cardboard cutout to her.

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It was meant to be an off-putting statement, used when he was getting to close to the truth about her past. She wanted him to know that she wasn't an open book, and that he'd have to earn the right to know her, she wasn't going to be an easy read.

"Don't think you know me."

That statement was ironically what now defined her to him. He had thought her interesting from the start, but that had changed. Unbeknownst to his conscious self, within a few weeks it had turned into an obsession of sorts. He wanted to know everything about her, what made her tick, what made her laugh, where she came from and what she loved. Without her around these past few months, his obsession is starving, and he couldn't enjoy the rave pre-reviews for Heat Wave as much as he wanted to. He had realized somewhere along the line that Kate was one of those rare people who couldn't be fully comprehended or characterized, she was so many things, but also the opposite. He leaned back in his plush leather office chair and looked at his consultant badge thinking over what he remembered about his absent muse.

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Possibly more than a one-shot if I get some awesome reviews!

What do you think of Beckett's new hairstyle from the promo? Like, hate?