Author's note: This is AU. Both Beckett and Castle are in their early 20's and this explores their relationship if they would have met before it all.
the storyline has 3 story lines.
and Kate as a couple(the first couple of chapters,will be fast,but it will slow done around chapter 3 or 4.
solving murders.
as a writer.
and also me and my beta are trying to make this different to all the other,AU pre meeting stories,so if your brain is busting with ideas for chapters PM me or my beta,alright let's get started.
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"Oh great, a party." Richard Castle, a young, aspiring writer exaggerated when he thought about his mother's gathering. She had reminded him several times today that he was to be in attendance. It was all about her "image". And having Rick around was good publicity for her as well as his writing. Every single one was the same, though; the same food, the same people, the same music, and the same girls.
His mother worked with models. She had her own agency, in fact. Everyone, especially his friends, always told him he was so lucky. He could get any model he wanted. With his ruggedly handsome good looks, he could go to the studio and pick out any girl he wanted. But that's not how he wanted to find someone, he wasn't so shallow, and all the girls were the same.
He rubbed his temples and sighed in defeat. He had been staring at the empty computer screen for almost the entire day. The sun was setting and his back ached from his rigged posture. He was stuck. Not one word came to his head. Rick was trying to become a writer; his childhood dream. Usually he had enough ideas to fill twenty novels, but he had writers block and it was bad. He needed inspiration, genius, a muse even, but where?
"A party, really?"
"Yes, darling. A party!" Kate Beckett was shocked when her agent, Martha Rodgers, invited her to a party. She had always heard about them, they were the talk of the agency. And even with only being here for a couple of weeks, she already knew all about them. But she had never been invited to one; all rich and fancy. Kate was different from the other models. She was real. And that's what Martha liked about her. She was a natural beauty and hardly needed any makeup. You could put her in any piece you liked and she would look perfect in it.
"Mom? Mom! Where are you?" When she got back to her apartment, she took the steps two at a time, her excitement to tell her mother of her invitation was through the roof.
"In here, sweetie." Her mother called out from the bedroom where she was folding and putting away the laundry.
"I got invited to a party!" Kate plopped onto the bed in front of her mom.
"That's great!" Johanna smiled at her, lifting the laundry basket to her hip and walking out of the room.
Kate chased after her, matching her stride easily. "Mom, it's more than great."
"Katie, I'm happy for you, really, but please get to the point. I have heaps still to do." It was Johanna's only day off, the past four weeks having been overtaken by cases.
"It's a rich and fancy party."
Johanna raised an eyebrow. "I'm confused. What's a rich and fancy party?"
"It's like VIP and fancy and a party and it's for the rich!" She was talking with her hands, rambling about the whole thing.
Her mom chuckled. "Are you going to go?"
Kate's eyebrow shot up as she looked at her mom like "Are you kidding?"
"I'm kidding!" Her mom finally put down the laundry basket, enveloping her daughter in a hug.
The next day, Kate was in her bedroom at her parent's house. She still lived with them as she was saving up for her own place, and the modelling was helping with just that. Her mom knocked on the door, "Katie, I have a surprise for you."
"Come in." She turned her head to see her mom putting a big, white box on her bed. "What's this?"
Johanna bit her lip, containing a smile. "Open it."
Kate tugged at the ribbon, and lifted the lid. She pulled back the tissue paper, revealing a dress. "Oh my God." Kate gasped. She whipped her head to make eye contact with her mom. "Mom."
"Do you like it?" Johanna asked, sitting on the bed next to her.
"Do I like it? I love it!" Kate nearly knocked them both off the bed when she hugged her. "Thank you."
Johanna kissed her on the top of her head. "You're welcome." She got up, closing the door behind her.
Kate lifted the straps of the dress gently out of the box. It was a long, black, form fitting silhouette with an ombre affect silver top. She was in awe at the detail and beauty of the design. She immediately grabbed a hanger and hung the dress on it, securing it to the back of her closet door. That night, Kate laid in bed staring at the dress with a smile on her face. The party would be perfect.