This is set before series one and Kate, who has just become a detective, is working undercover in a strip club when a newly single high flying best seller murder mystery novelist walks in (any guesses for who that is!). Anyway what happens when our favourite couple don't meet the way we planned!
She was young and very attractive. That's what her boss had said when they'd asked her to do the job. She would fit in better than any of the other more experienced female detectives and she was just starting so it was her turn to prove herself. So that was why she was standing back stage waiting to do the last job she'd ever imagined finding herself doing. Kate Beckett was not the sort of person to show her body off to hundreds of men. She was very reserved when it came to undressing in front of her boyfriends, people who she found attractive and were close to and doing that act in front of a room full of desperate men terrified her in a way she'd never admit to anyone. Hearing her name being called, she sighed as she slowly forced a smile onto her face and walked onto the stage, dressed in a very minimal cop outfit. Knowing her male colleagues who were clearly seated in the audience would love what she was wearing and would never let her forget it. Slowly her music started and she began to dance, the way she'd been forced to learn. Her hands slipping to her costume, revealing more of her skin. The sound of wolf whistles and cheers echoing around the dimly lit room.
Entering the club, he'd begun to spend more time in since the end of his marriage to publisher Gina; he found his normal seat empty and headed towards it. Seating himself down, he sighed as he watched the woman walk onto the stage, his eyes being directly glued onto her. Dark haired, long legged, dressed in a cop's uniform, he had a thing for cops, after basing his life's work on murder mysteries. He'd seen many strippers before but none as beautiful as her. It was strange to see a woman as stunning as her working in a club like the one they were in now. Watching her shed herself out of the black tight cop dress, he smiled at the woman dressed only in her underwear. Flat stomach, long muscular legs, decent sized breasts, she was the perfect woman! At least that's what he saw as the perfect woman. Watching her continue to dance, he smiled as she looked towards him; shock covering her face as her song slowly came to an end. Shattering his brain as he realised she would be leaving the stage shortly and he would lose the one woman who had completely captivated his mind in only a matter of seconds. Watching her disappear off the stage and be replaced by a large chested blonde that gave him no interest, he sighed as he took a sip of the drink the waitress had brought over only a matter of seconds ago. His mind only thinking about the young brunette who had managed to enchant him with one dance.
I know this bit is short but they'll be a longer chapter later, I promise!