Chapter 1

"Alexis, honey, please try to eat the fries, so they actually stay on the plate!" said Rick as he took another bite of his food, watching how the little girl picked up some fries from the table and placed them back onto the plate.

"Sorry daddy," she mumbled and looked down, not eating her food.

"What's wrong, pumpkin?" he asked, a second later realizing it was a stupid question. He knew exactly what was wrong, but maybe talking about it would help the girl a little.

"Why isn't mommy with us?" she asked with a small voice and looked up at her father who wasn't smiling anymore, like he used to do whenever she was around.

"Mommy had to work, Lex, you know that," he tried to explain, not knowing how to tell a 6 year old that her mother had walked out on her. Sure, she promised to visit but he doubted that she'll ever keep that promise. That was just how Meredith was, work came first and that's why she had flown to LA just a week ago.

"I know, but why can't she do it here? I don't want her to be so far away. I know she didn't live with us for a while but she still spent time with me. Does she love her job more than she loves me?" the little girl asked with a worried face, so close to crying that Rick didn't have a heart to tell her the whole truth.

"No, honey, she loves you very much, but this was a really big opportunity for her and it's not like she'll be gone forever." He hated doing this to Alexis. She deserved so much more than a mother who was barely there, and who now had moved to LA, a city so far away from them.

"You know what?" he said a second later, "Why don't we finish up here, and then we can go home and have a laser tag battle before bed?"

As he had hoped, Alexis' face brightened and she started to work on her fries again. Laser tag always cheered her up. He had bought them right after his divorce with Meredith almost a year ago. Alexis had been miserable when she moved out and it had been the only way to get the little girl to smile.

He stared at his daughter, smiling and thinking how grateful he was that she was finally doing better when the restaurant's door opened and a woman stepped in.

She was tall and wearing high heels what didn't look too comfortable. Her brown hair was falling in curls over her back and she was wearing a black dress. A beautiful one, too, not too long and showing off her perfect figure. She looked around the crowd, probably looking for someone, because there was no way a woman that stunning would be spending her evening alone.

Ah, there she goes, Rick thought as the woman approached one of the tables, not far away from them. A man was waiting for her, not that it was a surprise, but she didn't look too happy about meeting him. A story started to form in his mind. The woman was a CIA agent on a mission to take down some dangerous guy, and she was meeting her contact for dinner just to get the information she needed.

Returning to his own world, Rick looked back at his daughter who was now finishing her last fry.

"All done," she said happily and then looked at her fathers plate where food remained untouched. "Why aren't you eating, daddy. Aren't you hungry?" she asked, her big blue eyes very confused.

"Right, sorry pumpkin, got lost in my thoughts. Do you want to have a dessert or should we just go home?" he asked and the girl picked up the menu again. "Dessert it is."

Just then the man, few tables away stood up really quickly and started to walk towards the door. The woman was just as fast and before he could take two steps she was on him, putting her hand on his shoulder.

"Not so fast, Mr. Anderson" he heard the woman say. The man, who was maybe 30 years old spun around and tried to aim him fist at her face. She caught it and twisted it into an awkward angle behind his back, which made the man gasp for air. At the same time she pushed him against the table and slapped the cuffs onto his wrists.

"Mr. Anderson. You're under arrest for drug possession, smuggling and murder," she told him, her voice hard. Most of the people who were dining had stopped whatever they were talking about and watched the beautiful cop holding the struggling man against the table.

This was so much better than his CIA theory. This was actually happening right before his eyes; an undercover operation. How cool is that, Rick thought and continued to observe the woman.

"Yo, Beckett, you okay?" Rick heard someone say, and then spotted a Latino guy walking towards the woman. He was wearing a causal suit, so Rick assumed that he was with the police, too.

"I'm fine, Esposito, but you may wanna get this one out of here before he ruins anyone else's evening." Beckett smiled and handed the man over to Esposito. "Have a nice life in jail," she told him and then turned back to her table.

"You're not coming?" Esposito asked, surprised. "I thought you were the one who wanted to interrogate him so badly,"

"He's all yours. I have a Friday night to enjoy!" she told him, laughing, as Rick just stared at her. She was amazing, not only beautiful but also capable of taking care of herself.

"See you on Monday, boss" said the Latino and escorted the man out the door.

The woman, or Beckett as the other cop had called her took her purse and followed him. And then she was gone, too.

"Daddy, what just happened?" Alexis asked and put down the menu.

"It was the police, they were catching a bad guy, just like in daddy's books," he told her, knowing that the answer was reassuring enough. And it had been exactly like one of his books. The ideas started flowing through his mind and he had the sudden urge to start writing. He had new inspiration, now.

"Come on, pumpkin, let's go home," he told Alexis and handed the girl her little pink coat.

"But I thought we were going to eat dessert and then go home," she answered, all confused again.

"Let's eat ice cream at home and watch a movie instead of laser tag. It's a bit late for that, and if you're worked up you'll never ever fall asleep," he told her as he wrapped a scarf around her neck.
Taking her father's hand, the little redhead walked out of the restaurant.

Her feet were hurting, but she could probably blame it on the unpractical shoes that she had been wearing. Kate unlocked her apartment door and tossed the keys on the little table beside the door.

She was tired, not only had she been working, but she had also been clubbing with her best friend Lanie, who had convinced her to do something for her 24th birthday. The whole thing had ended with Lanie leaving with some handsome guy and Kate feeling too drunk to do anything she wouldn't regret on the morning. It was for the best to go back home, considering that she could collapse any second. She was just that tired.

Feeling like a zombie, she kicked off her heels, leaving them right there on the floor of the corridor and falling onto the couch. Her neck wouldn't be thanking her in the morning, but she didn't care. Right now she just wanted to sleep.

As he lay on the couch with his daughter fast asleep on his arm, Rick thought about the pretty cop. She'd had character, and that's what he needed. Taking his laptop from the coffee table he opened it and started a new document. For a second he hesitated, thinking that maybe the cop wouldn't appreciate that he was writing a story about her, but then he remembered that he was probably never gonna see her again so it didn't matter.

With a sigh he started writing again, something he hadn't done for almost a year.

So this it the first chapter of my first fanfic. i've had this idea for a while to write something but i never had the time... I'm sorry that my English isn't perfect cause this isn't my first language but i hope you'll enjoy it anyway:)

Let me know what you think!

xo Eva