(A/N: I couldn't help myself. But this metaphor actually makes mild sense this time! Really! Trust me! Enjoy, I hope!)
Summary: She is a goddess, lonely by a promise. Does he love her enough to let her keep it? Another metaphorical Beckett drabble.
Disclaimer: *sits at a desk with a bunch of papers, diagrams, and sticky notes strewn everywhere* *mumbles to self* Okay, in order for this abduction to work, we'll have to break into Cannell's house using the blowtorch, not the zebras. And we'll possibly have to work from underground. And let's throw some tranquilizer guns in there while we're at it...Oh! Hi! Still don't own "Castle"!
Artemis & Apollo
A Castle/Beckett Fanfic
by Jill Diamond
Castle sub-consciously took to the bench as she practiced. Her arms strong and locked. He could see the rush of adrenaline in her eyes behind her glasses. Her legs and feet grounded into the floor with so much experience that she barely moved with each shot.
To anyone else, she was simply a homicide detective. But to him, she was a goddess trapped in a mere mortal's life.
He had read about her goddess during research for some Storm novel or another. She worked best by night, with only the moon for light. It was the hunt that gave her that look, that adrenaline-filled eye. The rush of the possibility that she could become the hunted instead of the hunter.
Bang!
He was the sun to her moon. The water to her oil. The fire to her ice. He helped keep the balance. He helped her stand on her own two feet. He helped her feet not to move with every shot.
Bang!
He had heard she was hard to love. Dangerous to love. He always was attracted to the things that couldn't be his. He couldn't help himself. Ever since the first sentence he'd been completely smitten with her. Even if it did scare him half to death.
"Mr. Castle? Detective Kate Beckett, NYPD. I'd like to ask you some questions about a murder earlier this evening."
Bang!
But the most important thing about his goddess was that she would give her heart to no man. He was fighting a losing game. So why did he still keep trying? Still tried to shine the sun into her moonlit world? Because, like sunlight, he didn't know his boundaries. If he hit a wall, he just backed up and tried again.
Bang!
"Damn. No tens tonight."
Beckett relaxed her elbows and let out a breath neither of them knew she'd been holding. She shook herself out of her safety glasses and ear mufflers, laying her gun down with a clack! She glanced back at Castle over her shoulder as she rolled her sleeves backed down.
"Castle, what's up? I've been practicing for a half hour and you haven't made one James Bond comment yet."
He blinked and his eyes snapped up.
"Sorry. Just a little tired, I guess," he lied through his teeth.
The brunette dug into the pocket of her leather jacked on the other bench and produced a fun-sized Snickers.
"Here." She tossed it over to Castle, thinking he would catch it. But his reflexes were still off in novelist-brain-la-la-land, so the Snickers hit him square in the eye and fell in his lap.
"Ow!" Castle's left hand flew up and covered his eye, and he bent over slightly. But his mouth turned up into an involuntary smile. He reached down with his other hand for his well-earned candy, but Kate had already snatched it up and tore the paper.
"Hey!" he protested.
She only gave him a simple smile before stuffing the whole thing into his mouth like a bear claw. She then took up her jacked once again and walked out.
"Night, Castle," she called without looking back.
"Dank oo."
She would give her heart to no man...
The End
(A/N: Now doesn't that make so much more sense than my other metaphorical "Castle" drabble? Maybe? Just a little? Ah, well. I added the fluff at the end 'cause I felt like it. Don't judge me. Bai!)