Notes:

Love reading Vanilla Castle Fanfiction, hate writing it. So expect Sci-Fi, Supernatural and the Bizarre in my stories. Case in point; Harry James Castle, now I think the title is self explanatory but if you need more info? Then keep reading. And don't forget to leave some feedback after. Enjoy!

Chapter One

"Ladies and gentlemen," his ex wife said into the mic, her voice sultry and seductive. "The master of the macabre, Rick Castle."

As the music came on his legs automatically walked the familiar walk up the steps and he spread his arms presenting himself to the adoring fans his eyes hidden behind his dark glasses. His pose was arrogant, cocky and exactly what the people loved; he was the bad boy, the playboy and not for the first time he thought that the sorting hat was right to have wanted to sort him into Slytherin. And to think, there was a time when he hated the limelight.

His body's movement was automatic as he handled the books and boobs offered to him and wrote the same impersonal but considerate message on the pieces of paper and skin over and over again, he didn't need to think about what he was writing, his self inking and thinking WWW Sharpie did his work for him, he added an occasional flirtatious come on that he would never go through with to a blonde bimbo and made sure the cameras got his good side as he played up the fake image.

After sharing words with his ex wife and publisher he made his way over to the bar where Minerva and Alexis were talking; Minerva McGonagall or Martha Rogers as she was known now looked pretty good for someone hitting the 150 mark soon, and to think she had agreed to help him disappear! She herself had been declared missing by the Aurors over twenty years ago. Merlin that hadn't been easy to pull of but they had succeeded and now she was here playing the role of a doting, extravagant mother and grandmother and of course a semi successful stage actress. As far as he was concerned, she was his mother and that was that so as he made his way over he told her exactly what he thought of her interfering with his work.

His eyes landed on his daughter, God that had been unexpected, how Ginny had found out where he was was anyone's guess but her travelling across the pond to meet him? Under the guise of Meredith Harper? That was way, way out there. And then he made the mistake of sleeping with her. It had almost been like those fleeting moments in sixth year when they had first gotten together except this time there was sex, lots and lots of sex and she was very imaginative and armed with a lot of WWWs adult toy line. Those two years he was all over the place until he found her cheating and realised that that little girl who used to blush at the sight of him was no longer there and he had been living a dream.

That incident permanently closed the door to his previous life and he threw himself into the only good thing to come out of the whole experience; Alexis. He researched his ass off, learning how to take care of a magical baby, neither he nor Ginny were slouches in the magic power department so she was sure to be powerful, however when no accidental magic occurred during her upbringing he realised that maybe his daughter wasn't magical. It was confirmed when no Howarts letter arrived at her eleventh birthday and he couldn't have been happier about it, he didn't want to go back to that life and if his daughter was a Squib or as the Americans called it; a Normal, there was no reason for him reveal his past to her.

Ginny found out when Alexis turned four and she was not pleased, she claimed that it was his muggleborn heritage that caused Alexis to become a Squib and that her pure bloodline couldn't be at fault. He had been pissed at her and had filed for full custody of his daughter both in the muggle world and the magical. Ginny's prejudice caused a greater rift between Alexis and her and she became a constant disappointment for the girl. It had broken his heart that one birthday when Ginny had been a no show and Alexis had asked him if there was something wrong with her. He had cursed Ginny to high heaven and if she had been in New York he might have actually cursed her but he had sat his daughter down and told her in no uncertain terms that there was nothing wrong with her, that her mom was just too busy to come and that she was just perfect. It pained him though when even after he managed to cheer her up he still knew that Ginny actually did believe there was something wrong with Alexis and he didn't know how to fix that.

His beautiful daughter though had surpassed all his expectations and was well on her way to becoming a very intelligent and mature young woman and had never been prouder. As he joked with her about his younger days saying; "When I was your age -?" and then pausing as an image of a pale face, bald with red eyes and slits for nostrils, like a snakes, growling out Cucio flashed in front of his eyes. He shuddered and managed to save face. "I can't tell that story, it's wildly inappropriate..."

And his daughters bubbly snark managed to sooth his frayed nerves. That is until she entered the building... Then everything went to hell.

...

He actually opened up his old school trunk, pulled out Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them to look up Niads and Water and Wood Nymphs because no way was that creature that he had just been with a few hours ago was merely a human muggle; skin like porcelain but probably soft as the lightest flake of snow; she hadn't let him touch, wit and snark that would make even Minerva hand in the towel and the fire in her eyes lit one in his belly.

He was not one for love at first sight but Merlin help him he felt as if he was walking away from his soul mate when he walked out of the twelfth precinct tonight. Closing the book with a snap on an entry about Muses; ethereal entities which inspired many a great heroes, and eyed the belted shut book titled the Monster Book of Monsters. Could she maybe be a vampire? Or one of the succubi, she certainly had that sex kitten thing down. But no. Whatever she was he could sense good in her, an inherent thirst for justice. No, whatever she was Kate Beckett was not Evil. He knew one thing she was though; Extraordinary.

He had to see her again.

End Notes:

Weird I know. To clear up confusion; Meredith is Ginny and Martha is McGonagall. There will be a few more characters like that throughout this hopefully long story and I will try to merge the universes as seamlessly as possible. Meanwhile your feedback will help tons in churning out more chapters and get those writing juices flowing. So leave a review if you can!