A.N: FIRST CHAPTERS WILL ALWAYS BE SMALL, IN CASE THERE ISN'T A GREAT RESPONSE - WILL BE DELETED.
QUICKLY TYPED UP, ALL SPELLING ERRORS ARE MY OWN.
The Lost
January 2007, 8 years after the gruesome murder of Johanna Beckett.
Kate Beckett was just falling into the middle of her annual ritual, a shot glass half-filled with tequila and the usual shards of glass shattered on the carpet below the table from careless handling. A cascade of harsh knocks on her front door, brought Kate out of her reverie; sweeping her long, dark brown tresses out of her eyes and placing the glass bottle back on the table.
She stared at the door for a few minutes, contemplating whether to let them in or not. She knew who it was and she really wasn't looking forward to the confrontation at all. Having only been in the force for a few shaky years now, every time the anniversary of her mother's death has come around she's been lucky enough not to have any open cases - so she'd been able to 'mourn' (drown herself in liquid therapy), but this time was different.
A shrill ringing caused Kate to jump and collide her hip into the sharp edge of her bar table. A string of curses seeping from her lips in a long stringent formation. No use in freaking hiding now.
"You okay, Beckett?!" The voice called loudly through her wooden door.
"Yeah, yeah. Hang on a moment." She muttered, holding her hand over her now bruised hip as she made her way to open the front door.
Standing in front of her door was Javier Esposito clad in dark blue jeans and a brown polo, holding in his hands what she could only assume to be recent case files and chinese food. My my, perhaps chinese won't be the only thing I eat tonight.
With a wry grin and a slight stumble, Kate stepped to the side to let him enter her home. Of course he bought chinese food (more tequila would of been great although) otherwise there was no way in hell anybody would be allowed in her house tonight.
Setting the food and files on the table, he turned back around to have Kate only a few inches away from him. Javier cleared his throat and took a step back, stepping on the glass shards with his shoe. Kate closed her eyes with a sigh, too much was happening and yet not enough.
"Kate- I know you've asked me to stay away on this day, and I have- I have done what you've asked for the past 2 years but I... I can't." Gesturing towards the half empty bottle of tequila on the table and the shards of glass sticking into the bottom of his shoe.
Frowning slightly, deep lines permeating her forehead as she listened to him. He cannot possibly be bringing this up now? It's been 2 years, as he said. She then bit her bottom lip, Kate looked down as a few tears fell from the corners of her eyes and stained their way down her face, make-up smearing in the process. Why do things have to get so complicated all of a sudden? I don't want to feel pain, or remember the past - I just don't want to feel anything at all.
"Please- Javi, please don't make this harder for me." She whispered.
Closing the small distance between them again, he gently touched her cheek, his thumb wiping away the dark black smudges mingled with tears under her eye. Maybe he needs me too. Taking a shaky breath in, Kate continued to look down at the floor having not found the courage she needed yet to look up.
"I just want to be here for you. Kate, please let me."
