Hey everyone!
Apparently, my mind prefers to think about fanfics rather than studying so here is another Caskett story. No case involved, just fluff. I'm not sure of the rating yet so it'll be K+ for now and then well we'll see. It won't be very long either.
Thanks to myrtillez for Beta-reading this!
A brief reminder : I do not own Castle or any of its characters… God knows if I did, I wouldn't have to study anymore right?
When did her personal life become so complicated? Oh ya that's true, a certain Richard Castle entered her life.
She remembered with nostalgia how nice it used to be when she could relax outside of work before Castle was involved. Okay maybe that didn't happen really often but at least she used to be able to have dates without bumping into him.
It all started with that jewellery robbery gone wrong case. Two salesmen and a client had been killed, another two wounded. They hadn't been on the scene for more than 20 minutes before she had received a call that Detective Tom Demming would be joining them on the case.
She really expected it to be awkward and was nicely surprised when it wasn't. So when the case was closed and they were packing up evidence and he came to her, asking her on a date, almost begging her for a second chance, she didn't think very long. After all, Demming was a very nice man and it wasn't like she had a lot of other propositions… Well exactly the only proposition she could possibly be interested in wasn't about to come. So with just a glance over to Castle, laughing with Ryan and Esposito on the other side of the room, she said yes.
And the beginning of her date had been perfect. Demming picked her up at 7 and she actually blushed when he looked at her and told her she was beautiful. He drove them to this amazing Italian restaurant she'd been dying to go. He took her hand as the waiter showed them to their table. It was then that everything had gone wrong.
"Castle?"
"Beckett?"
A sense of déjà-vu rushed through her as she realized that the table just on the left from theirs was occupied by none other than her novelist partner and his ex-wife/newest girlfriend Gina. She had immediately turned to the waiter : "Would you happen to have another table?"
"I'm sorry." He answered with a very thick Italian accent. "This is our last one."
"It's okay." Demming said, oblivious of the angry stare he earned from Kate. "We'll take it."
This had to be a nightmare.
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