It's been 8 years, 8 years she had disappeared. Eight years to convince himself that she wasn't dead. Nobody believed him, "She is still alive, I know it, I feel it!", he had shout for the umpteenth time, sweating in his bed. She, the woman he loved for over one decade.
When he had met her for the very first time, immediately, he wanted to annoy her, in the good way of course. Make her smile, smile to the life. Then over two years at her side, he had started to feel some strong feelings for her, too strong that he dared not to talk about it.
Flash Back
It was a day like any other, he had brought two coffees, one for her and the other one for him. It was a day like every day at the precinct. They had ended the investigation in two weeks, it was the time he suffered, watching her with an other guy. He had worked with this man, somehow because he didn't like him. This man stole his muse, his...everything.
What he didn't know is that at the end of this day, after had finished the investigation and the paperwork, she had thought, so much think that she had broke up with her boy friend. For him.
The funny part in this, neither she nor he, known about the feeling for each other. Clearly, he was hurt and annoyed by the fact that this Demming was in her life, and clearly, she didn't wanted continue her relationship with Demming because she, more or less, wanted to give a try to him, Castle uh, Rick
It was at the end of this afternoon, where she had tried to tell some things, to admit things in front of him, but she hadn't succeeded. His ex-wife, the intruder had cut her in her momentum. That moment was so hard to handle. She saw him and this chick, leave the precinct like an happy couple. She was simply was the end of this afternoon that she disappeared with a broken heart.
End of the flash back
It was a day like any other, eight years day to day, she had disappeared. He was going to drown his sorrows in alcohol, was about to serve a glass, when a very familiar ringtone attracted his gestures to his computer (he didn't wrote a lot since her disappearance, Nikki destroying him from within), he had receive an email.
An unknown address, intrigued, he opened the email. A link. A simple link here in the window of conversation.
One inscription :
" two a.m tonight. ID: nikkiB password: rookC".
He didn't know what was that and he thought a joke, probably. A little flame of hope lit his ocean eyes, which hadn't changed with age.
Fortunately he hasn't touched to his scotch-whisky bottle because he past the evening with his daughter. Alexis had released herself from her job as a reporter in the west to join him at the loft. She knew how hard it was for him to handle "the day of her supposed death or disappearance". He prefers to say disappearance, because he doesn't want to think that she is dead. It wasn't possible, she cannot be dead, otherwise his life has no meaning.
He had stopped to write, his fans still waited after the third Nikki Heat novel. He had let it where he had stopped it, eight years before at the third chapter, when she had disappeared. He no longer went out, or only for the party required of famous writers, every times he tried to sound the best of himself but it was only a mask in front of the media, for the pictures.
He didn't return to the 12th, fears that the memories haunt him at night. Lost in his thoughts about all of that, Alexis brought him to the reality telling him she had to go, that it was getting pretty late. He assured her that he would go to sleep early, and don't do stupid things.
A few minutes after the departure of Alexis, the temptation was too big, he took a glass of whisky, and thought about this mysterious email. He had to wait till 2 a.m, and see the result. He had the ID, the password and the time of the connection, so why not ? Anyway, he would've not sleep before 4 or 5 a.m. Yes, one thing never has change with Richard Castle, that was the curiosity.
Note: 1 - It's the first time I publish something, I wrote this fiction in my native language so I tried to translate it in english. In french there is a lot of conjugation and sometimes we can't translate it in english, I did what I did, that's all ! Oh and, it's after "the Deadly Game" I watched it yesterday again and.. yeah I know another fic on this. I don't know if I'll write more.
2 - This fanfiction belongs to me but Castle isn't mine.
3 - Yeah that's sad, but I don't know why write happy fanfics is more difficult. or maybe it's me x).
4 - Hope you won't be depress after it xD