Coffee and drunk dialing
Caskett
Author's note:
I've always wanted to write Caskett, so here I am. Don't be too hard on me though. I'm trying to think like Rick Castle. It's not too hard, since I'm an egoist myself, but still.
Enjoy!
November 11, 2011
''What do you mean she's dead?''
''Katie, I'm so sorry.''
''Dad, April fools was yesterday. Stop.''
''I'm not-''
''You're lying. You've always been a horrible liar. Give it up.''
''I know it's hard-''
''No! She promised to come back!''
''Katie..''
''You're a liar!''
''I ju-''
A loud ring caused Kate Beckett to snap out of her continuous nightmare. The woman growled in frustration, blindly reaching for her phone residing on her nightstand. A few loud swear words escaped her mouth, fuelled by the lack of sleep she had recently gotten. After all, that's what you got for being NYPD homicide detective: 2 am calls and restless nights. Yet, Kate knew it could be something important, so she had no choice but to answer. She even swore to give the caller a piece of her mind.
It didn't happen.
The voice of the unknown (and very drunk) man made to Kate rethink her decisions.
''Honeeeeyyyy..'' he began without any introductions, clearly in an intoxicated state. Normally, the brunette would've hung up. This time, however, she was too interested in what the unknown man had to say.
''... I know you're mad at me. I'm a jerk. A really handsome one with so much talent, but still a jerk. Soooo what I'm calling you for-'' Laughter. ''- so I wanted to apologize, you know? For being such a handsome jerk to you. I was even thinking about publishing a book called ''Rick Castle, the jerkiest jerk.'' It would be about me, obviously. How jerky I really am.''
Kate Beckett didn't say anything. She just stared at the ceiling and listened, unable to hang up on the desperate man who kept going on and on with the declarations of love and I'm sorry's. So when the alleged Rick Castle finally ended the call himself, it was half past 3 am and the brunette made a promise to hear his voice again in the morning, whatever it took.
Richard Castle woke up on the uncomfortable leather sofa under a couple of blankets Alexis had cared to cover him with. His pounding head got even worse when his phone started vibrating uncontrollably somewhere in his numerous jacket pockets. With a little effort, he finally managed to find it and answer, completely dumbfounded by the beautiful voice he'd never heard before.
''So, mister Castle. Feeling better?''
His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, the baffled expression on his face then replaced by a shocked one. It wasn't that hard to figure everything out. He was drunk and somewhat lonely. On top of all that, his phone was with him. Which resulted in multiple drunk calls, which in turn resulted in the best time of his life. But he didn't know that yet.
''Honestly, no. But, I wanted to apologize for whatever I said last night. That's why you should never let me near a phone. Bad things happen,'' he tried to joke, anxious for a response.
''It's okay. It was.. entertaining. I called to check up on you and it seems like you're fine, so..''
''Wait. I don't want you to have a bad impression of me, so why don't we go grab a cup of coffee? You know, like a true gentleman, I want to redeem myself.''
''How do I know you're not a maniac?''
''I guess you'll have to trust me.''
''Fine. 15th avenue. Starbucks. 9 am. Don't be late.''
And with that, the call ended. Clueless as to why she agreed to meet up with the man, Kate Beckett couldn't hide the brightest smile. Of course, the woman put all the blame on the sleep she'd lost.
She wasn't the only one having a good morning. A few blocks away, so did Rick Castle.