Things got seriously messed up for me and I kinda went off the deep end. So I decided to start writing again as suggested by my therapist. This time I'm starting fresh with a new idea.

1.1: Flowers for Your Grave

After finishing the paperwork to ensure that Tisdale would remain locked up for a long time, Beckett stood and stretched ready to go home for the night. That is until the rich tones of Dr. Lanie Parish rang out across the bullpen, "Girl where do you think you're going?"

Beckett sighed, knowing instantly she trapped and that all bets were off. Her weary voice exclaimed, "Home Lanie it's been a long day and I'm tired. I want a bath and a book."

Lanie cocked an eyebrow and retorted, "And that is exactly why you say romance is dead every Saturday night. And the lipstick thing. But that's beside the point. You've just spent the last few days working with Richard freaking Castle. We need to talk. We're gonna go get drinks."

Beckett gave Lanie a hard stare for a moment, despite knowing that it was a lost cause. 'No' was never going to be an acceptable answer. "Fine. Let's go," she replied grabbing her jacket off the back of her chair and matching Lanie's stride as they headed to the elevator.

Kate let Lanie take control and pick a quiet bar with nice plush booths for seating. The cab ride to the bar had been mostly quiet, but once Lanie had a drink in hand she started the inquisition.

"So what happened when you closed the case?"

Kate rolled her eyes and got snarky. "Same thing as always. Locked up the criminal filled paperwork. Tried to go home. Got abducted to a bar instead."

Lanie glared back at her sullen companion. "Haha. Funny, but you know that's not what I meant. What happened to Castle?"

Beckett took a swig of the whisky sour and paused before speaking. "He offered to 'debrief,'" she made air quotes around the words and rolled her eyes again for good measure "each other after Tisdale was in cuffs."

Lanie's eyes were wide and Kate could easily see the judgment reflecting in them. "Then why are you sitting here unhappily with me when you could be tangled up with him in his bed, or yours if you're that controlling? Are you crazy?"

"No I'm not crazy and I'm not unhappy Lanie. He's a playboy it would have been a meaningless one night stand with me being another notch on his bedpost."

Lanie was shaking her head and her voice increased in pitch as she exclaimed, "For him yes. But for you honey? It would have been sex with Richard Castle. Richard Castle. I know how big of a fan you are—so don't try to lie to me." The tone was accusatory and digging at Kate.

"I'm happy with how I left things. It was win-win for me. I walked away without him finding out exactly how big a fan of his I am and I managed to part in a way he'll never be able to forget by telling him he had no idea how great it could have been. Lanie you don't understand the self satisfaction I get out of this," Kate confessed as she took another drink.

Lanie shook her head again as she questioned, "Girl don't you get enough self satisfaction? You had the chance for mutual satisfaction with a real life famously rich and by all tabloid accounts well endowed and talented man and you turned it down. If he had made that same offer to me I would have been all over him. Literally," Lanie stressed in a chiding tone.

Kate wiped her face in her hand as she retorted, "True, but instead of one night he'd forget I left him with one night that never happened, but he'll still never be able to forget."

Lanie smiled as she whipped back at Kate, "Well I at least hope you realize that you're not the only one feeling a little self-satisfied tonight," and quirked one eyebrow to let Kate know she meant to be dirty.

Kate sighed, "Ugh. Lanie. You've read about how much of a playboy he is and saw how he acted. Like a little kid like I want to deal with that. For one night of satisfaction? Not worth it. Besides he's probably getting very satisfied with a perky young blonde with a bra size larger than her IQ whose such a big fan," Kate's voice was flooded with sarcasm at the last part of the statement.

Lanie sat unaffected by Kate's outburst, slowly raising an eyebrow and accusing, "Girl if I didn't know better I'd say you were jealous. You have his number you could always call and I'm sure he'd be very willing to make an arrangement where you and writer man are both a little more than self satisfied."

Kate's eyes widened in shock at Lanie's statement. "I'm not jealous. Besides he's more like writer boy than man. Who wants to get involved with a man who acts like a 9 year old all the time?"

Lanie took a long sip of her drink before calmly replying, "For his money and prowess? I'd make the sacrifice and take a ride for one night."

Meanwhile holed up in his spacious office in the darkened loft Richard Castle can't help but revel in self satisfaction as the words flow easily from his brain, over the keyboard, and on to the screen. The words flow quicker than they ever have before in his life and he knows that tall, dark, mysterious, and beautiful detective has everything to do with it.

After a few minutes he pauses to think. Now that the case is over and she turned him down how could he get near her again to gain more inspiration for this new book. He ponders and the first thing that pops into his mind is commit a murder. However his mind is quick to point out the major downfall in that as he'd see her once, but only as she cuffed him. Although that in itself might be worth it…but no then he'd be in jail and Alexis needed him. Or he needed her, but either way going to prison wasn't an option.

He looked at his phone to check the time and broke into a large grin as he felt a wave of self satisfaction overlap him. He had a plan for what to do tomorrow instead of one murder all he'd have to do was make one short phone call. It was win-win for him.