Disclaimer: I own DVD's and books…notebooks filled with Castle fanfiction, a Castle season 6 crew hat, a signed Nathan Fillion photo and a signed note from Andrew and Terri. And a pair of cuffs. But the rights? Sorry, not mine. (YET…..:D)
Author's Note: As requested, From Blue Eyes, the companion to my other one-shot, From Green Eyes. Hope you guys enjoy this one as much as the last. Xx-Cassie
This was one of two times he was allowed to just watch her. The other was when she was sleeping, when she didn't even know that his observant eyes were on her. Now, he had permission, because, well that's what this big window is for, right?
And he never got tired of watching her take a suspect apart.
She was enchanting.
And she was his.
Kate sat across from some low-level druggie, her long chestnut waves cascading over her shoulders. Her back was to him, and he could see how the harsh lighting was reflecting on her hair. It was fitting, he decided, for a tough homicide detective. After all, that's what she was. For now. Later, she would be Kate. But right now, she was Detective Beckett.
She stood up, graceful and tall and intimidating as she stood over the suspect. The guys eyes followed her as she trailed her fingers over the steel table, her heels clicking against the floor as she walked around him. He craned his neck to keep her in his sights. He could see her muscular body, the strength hiding behind a façade of grace and confidence. She practically radiated a sense of integrity. She was truly a tiger in the interrogation room.
He could see the fire in her green-hazel eyes, and her high cheekbones defined her face, which was at once angular and feminine. He could see the corners of her mouth turning up at the corners. She knew that she was winning. As she came full circle around the table, he could see her hips, with a slight sway to her movements, and her curves. She was tall, but not unfeminine; she wasn't extremely curvy, but she was definitely a woman.
He watched as she tossed her hair over her shoulders, her movement fluid and natural. She was casual; not perturbed at all. She was all cool and casual; completely in control.
She was in charge, and they both knew it.
She leaned over the table, her eyes dancing. The kid looked scared. And rightly so.
Seconds later, he had confessed. Kate smiled smugly, tossing that look at the mirror, knowing he was watching. He smiled.
She was really something.
