Together with You
Chapter Summary: This is a short introductory chapter on the developing story between Richard Castle and Kate Beckett.
Rick Castle leaned back on his office chair, staring at the blinking cursor at the end of another paragraph in his Word program. The famous mystery writer side-glanced over to a picture frame affixed on the other side of his desk. Encased there was a picture of him and his partner, Kate Beckett. He reached out and took it, stroking the glass fondly with his thumb, smiling gently.
"You've only been gone two days, and I'm already missing you," he muttered to himself.
Kate had taken a few days leave for a vacation to France. As much as Rick insisted on coming along with her – especially after the LA incident a year ago – Kate had turned his offer down. She wanted to spend some bonding time with her father. Of course, Rick understood. After all, he had Alexis, which made understanding the situation a bit better. Who would want to crash a great father-daughter bonding time, abroad of all things, after all?
Rick figured Kate needed a break from work. Hell, she needed a break from him too. The writer allegedly admitted that he'd only be thinking up of alternate activities for the pair of them besides chasing murderers or spending the day with Ryan and Esposito. But more than anything, Rick wanted to give Kate the needed space. He'd shower her with affection the moment she came back… at least as much as the woman would allow him to.
A smile crept up his lips. "When you get back… I'll let you know how I feel," he promised himself, setting the picture frame back in its rightful place before turning his attention back to his laptop. Cracking his knuckles, he sat up a little straighter. "Okay, better get this done to meet my deadline," he said, poising his fingers over the keyboard for a few moments. Unable to think of anything, he pressed the Control and S to save his work so far and rolled back and got to his feet. "Hmm, I think I'll get myself some wine first~" he said instead, grinning childishly and tiptoeing off to cross his house to the kitchen to pop open a bottle for himself before he got back to writing his draft.
TBC