Every year around this time Kate Beckett became depressed. The first year it happened Castle didn't think anything of it. But after the third year he began to suspect something. He couldn't tell what it was that would make her hurt so badly.
At first he began to think it was the anniversary of her mother's death but no, that wasn't it. He asked the boys and Lanie, they didn't have any idea. He had asked Captain Montgomery shortly before he died, but the captain only offered him a sad smile and replied, "Sometimes life doesn't always work out in the best of ways" before he glanced over at the homicide detective he admired and trained so much.
Castle was drawn out of his reverie when the car pulled up to the curb. He turned and looked over at Beckett who was giving him a funny look attempting to figure out what was going on in that head of his.
"Come on Castle, we have a body to get to." She says before getting out of the car. She struts right over to the crime scene in those dangerously high heels of hers. She spouts of questions towards Ryan and Esposito before crouching down next to the body.
"What do we got Lanie?" Kate asks her best friend.
"Single GSW to the chest. No ID, no wallet, no nothing."
Kate gives him a once over, "This suit is new and quite expensive by the looks of it. Could he be here for fashion week?"
Espo decides to field that question, "Possibly, we are only a block away from the main event."
Kate just nods giving the body one more glance before standing up. The normal on lookers pear around the cops trying to get a glimpse of the body. But one figure catches her eye.
No! It can't be. It couldn't possibly be. From across the crime scene they make eye contact and the world stops spinning.
The breath leaves her lungs in one big rush. All of a sudden she can't breathe. At that one moment in time nothing else matters. She can only see him. It's only him that matters. He's the only one who ever mattered.
She tries to shake herself out of it, that was years ago. They parted ways. It was for the best. Wasn't it?
She can hear the others attempting to get her attention, but it doesn't quit register.
Kate takes an unsteady step forward before stopping again. Would he even talk to her? By the way that he hasn't broken eye contact she guesses he feels the same way. He raises an eyebrow at her. He lips twitch upward just in the slightest yet his mouth is still hanging open in shock.
She searches his eyes for answers; they used to be able to communicate through their eyes. To her shock they still can, she can see the question in his eyes. Can he approach her?
Before she can answer a hand is waved in front of her face. She turns to look at the offending hand only to be met with the stares of all the cops at the scene, all of them confused as to why the tough as nails Detective Kate Beckett suddenly wasn't moving.
"Girl, you ok?" Lanie asks, worry evident in her eyes. Kate just nods before turning her head back towards him. Oh god, it truly was him.
What the fuck was he doing here? He was suppose to be in Paris or where ever the hell else, not New York.
She takes another step forward and so does he. With each step she takes he takes another one. Only going as fast as she does. They become mere inches apart, she can feel his hot breathe on her skin.
He only breathes her name, "Sofia" before she is wrapped in his arms.
He hugs her tightly, not letting go. No, he won't let go again.
"Yves" she says quietly before he kisses her. So passionately yet tender at the same time. Like no time has passed between seeing each other.
He kissed her one more time, "I'm sorry" he says quietly in her ear.
"Shh, not here." She says
"Beckett" she hears called in the back ground. She turns around to see Espo looking at her questioningly while Ryan and Lanie are doing expert fish impressions. Castle had his fists balled next to him not knowing what to think of the whole situation.
"who is Beckett?" Yves asks.
"I will explain later." She replies.
"I'll be waiting."
She offers a location and time for them to meet up later that night. He agrees readily. They both turn to leave before he calls out softly, "Sofia"
Of course Kate turns around; he rummages in his camera bag for a minute before pulling out the familiar item. She almost bursts into tear right there, in his hands is the journal. Her journal with her heart poured into every page.
She nods understanding. They both turn back towards the direction they came from, not needing words to know what just passed through them.
She rejoins her new life the dead body bringing her back to earth, even though her heart was still fluttering. Feeling alive again for the first time in years since that day in Paris.
Author's Note: Hi everyone! I hope you enjoyed this I'm not sure yet if I want to leave it at that or make it multi chapter? What do you think?
AshLiz