Richard Castle &Katherine Beckett | Titanic

So, this sort of came to me in a dream. I know it's weird, and yeah, but i figured I'll write a little bit and see how it goes! Remember to review!


The ship stood large and sturdy in front of her. The longer she stared at it the more beautiful it became. How many other things in life were like that? How many other things became more and more magnificent every time you saw them?

"We're not here to stare at it, Katherine." She heard Josh say from behind her. She felt his hand slide around her waist, pulling her close to him as their chauffeurs carried their bags towards the big ship.

"I know that." She replied, "But isn't it beautiful?"

"It's a mode of transportation." He snapped, "It's not supposed to be beautiful."

She didn't care what he said. It's huge black hull and 4 smoke stacks took her breath away.

"I did hear it was unsinkable though." He added, "Good to know, since I took my Picasso with us. Wouldn't want that at the bottom of the ocean!"

She was about to ask if he'd prefer her be at the bottom of the ocean when she felt her aunt push her along.

"Hurry, Katherine, we don't want to be here when all the third class people start arriving."

They pushed their way through the crowd, Josh grabbing her and guiding her like she was too pathetic to know how to walk herself.

The inside of the ship was even grander than the outside.

"I pulled a lot of strings to get us onto this ship, Katherine, why do you look like you don't want to be here?"

She wasn't sure where he was coming from. She'd never wanted to explore a place more than she did at that moment… she couldn't imagine her face had looked like she didn't want to be there. As she felt his hand slide away from her side she wondered whether it was who she was there with that had caused that look.

"Shall we find our rooms?" She said before the conversation would turn to the worst.

"Of course." Josh said curtly, "It's best we find them now in case we are unsatisfied and need to switch."


Richard Castle took another sip of his beer, still staring at the cards in his hand. Next to him, Esposito and Ryan seemed extremely focused on the game as well.

"I fold." One of the men announced, laying his cards on the table.

Richard stared at the prize in the center of the table. Three gleaming tickets lay on top of a pile of quarters and dollars. He looked back down at his hand.

"I'll raise you." He threw in another dollar.

Both Esposito and Ryan folded as well, which didn't really matter, because if Richard won they'd all be boarding the ship together anyways.

The surly looking guy matched him, and they played on, the bet getting higher and higher each time.

"Alright." They announced, "Time to show your cards boys."

Richard's body coursed with adrenaline. This was it… it was all or nothing.

"Two kings." The guy said across from him.

"Two aces." The other one smiled a toothless smile. Richard stared back to his own cards. The look on the guys face he obviously thought he'd just won, and Richard let him have his moment of glory before laying his cards down too.

Ryan and Esposito looked at him eagerly. "Full house!" He cried, slamming the cards on the table.

The other two guys cussed under their breath, but Esposito and Ryan jumped out of their seats, whooping in celebration and beginning to scoop up the money and grabbing the tickets.

"WERE GOING TO AMERICA!" They cried loudly.

The bar tender looked over. "Titanic is going to America… in five minutes!"

"Shit!" Richard laughed and began to push the other two towards the door. There was still some money left on the table that they were trying to grab. "Let's go, let's go!"

The three of them ran, money, tickets and beer in their hands, towards the dock.

"We're going to miss it!" Richard cried as they ran.

The man was just closing off the rope to seal the wooden ramp when they got there.

Richard waved their tickets in his face. "We're here, we have tickets!"

The man sighed, but untied the rope once more and let them on.

"Wohoo!" Richard called as he skipped up the ramp. "We're going home!"


"It's time for supper, Katherine." Her uncle announced. "Brush your hair and pull your sorest tighter before you come, please."

Katherine rolled her eyes, but did as he said before finding Josh and accompanying him to the dining hall. The room was filled with tables, expensive white tablecloths and polished china. Katherine knew how to act like a first class lady, however, on the inside she felt like she was screaming. Why was nobody hearing her? The whole room should be staring right now. Somehow, she still managed to keep a calm face.

They sat down at their assigned table and her uncle ordered an expensive wine.

"So Katherine, I assume you and Josh's wedding plans are coming along nicely." He commented.

"They are." Katherine smiled fakely, "Out guest list was just confirmed."

Josh nodded, "The invitations will be sent out as soon as we port."

"Good, good." Her uncle approved. "I always knew you'd marry well, Katherine."

A waitress appeared. Everyone at the table ordered various things, all well over-priced.

"I'll have the smoked salmon, and Katherine here will have the lamb."

Katherine felt her heart skip a beat. He'd ordered for her?

When the waitress left, he turned to her, "You like lamb, right sweetie?"

"Love it." She replied shortly, "May I be excused to a moment?"

She didn't wait for a reply; she simply got up from the table, and fled from the room and onto the upper deck. She picked up her dress so she could run, and ran until a guardrail stopped her. She looked out upon the lower deck. People were laughing and children playing. All second and third class people of course. Her aunt and uncle would watch them like they were scum, which is why Katherine would never tell them she had a secret desire to be one of them. She breathed heavily, her feet sore from running so far. She knew Josh and the others would be waiting for her, but she couldn't stop watching all of the happy people. Had she seen and first class patrons even smile yet? She doubted it.

Suddenly, three men appeared on the deck. They were laughing and doing a sort of jig. They ran to the front of the boat, the tallest and biggest one standing right at the bow, yelling across the ocean. It was like she was watching it in slow motion. He screamed, "I'm the king of the world!" And outstretched his arms, the wind blowing through his brown hair and the light shining in his blue eyes. She could only see the back of him, but something about the way he stood made it seem like the whole ocean was his. She wished she could look out at the world the way he did, with infinite possibilities. She was stuck in a world that could fit into a shoebox. It was full of wedding flowers and impressing important people… but she didn't think she'd ever actually screamed at the top of her lungs like the man at the bow was doing now. She'd wanted to. She'd wanted to be able to throw up her hands and celebrate. But she couldn't.

Just as she thought this, the man turned around. He caught her eyes, and gave her a sort of half smile. She felt her insides jump out of her chest. Her heart was pumping overtime. Had she ever felt like this before? She couldn't diagnose the feeling. He turned away, and she so badly wanted to descend the stairs and go talk to him. But she knew supper was waiting, a nice plate of lamb, which she hated, so she turned back, the sight of the man disappearing.