Hey there, this is (despite being two chapters) really is just a one shot, the same story from two different points of view.
And here comes the SPOILER ALERT this is what my brain came up with when I saw the promo for 'the blue butterfly'.
So the first chapter is from Castle's POV, though the style of writing is something I'm playing with at the moment.
Disclaimer: if you recognize it, it's not mine.
Where Have You Been All My Life?
You know you are dreaming, like you always do, because you are viewing yourself as if on a movie screen, though something seems a little off. You are dressed in a tan colour trench coat and matching hat, with a seemingly very nice suit underneath, but that isn't what was bothering you. It was that when you see your lovely partner, dressed in what looks like a large white fur wrap, Ryan and Esposito come to haul you off, and their suits are also quite outdated, and even in your most bazaar dreams the boys are dressed as they always are at work.
You soon discovered that you are a private detective; though you aren't really sure what everyone else is doing as your dream is only coming out in flashes. Ryan and Esposito are hauling you about and throwing punches at you. Then you are dancing with that lovely partner of yours.
"Where have you been all my life?" You purr at your partner, and heave a contented sigh before leaning in to kiss her, but you are stopped by a double gunshot.
You startle awake in time to see Beckett jump and propel her chair backwards a few feet on its wheels.
"Castle!" Beckett exclaimes, her eyes wide, and you are caught up in the deep brown orbs.
"Beckett?" You ask in confusion, as the last thing you recall was dancing with her, almost kissing her in fact, then there were two gunshots and you had woken. You look around, confused as to where you are and why you were sleeping in the precinct.
"Castle," Beckett asks again. "Are you okay? You seemed to get quite a fright in your dream there?"
You don't answer her question; instead you stand up and move over to her, take her hand and pull her to her feet and into your embrace, in an attempt to recall anymore of your dream. Her body melds into your, as your right arm wraps around her body placing you hand on the small of her back, her left crept its way up to you shoulder and around your neck pulling you closer, if that was possible.
The room fades away and in its place the famous 1940s club 'The Red Curtain' appears. The murder board has turned into the stage, a dark crimson curtain closed until the nights act was to start; the desks in the bullpen have become the dinning room and the break room have become the bar in the back. You hold Beckett tight as you danced in the small space in front of the stage and when the imaginary music stops you bring your hand up to the side of her face and inched your lips closer to hers.
As soon as you lips touched hers she is pushing you away. As soon as she is out of your embrace you miss the feel of her in your arms.
You stand, stunned, as she stalks towards the elevator; you was still dumbstruck as she turns back to Esposito and Ryan (when had they gotten there?) and tell them that if they so much as say a word to anyone she would bust them down to traffic so fast, and then the elevator arrives and she disappeared from sight.
"Dude," Esposito said to you after Beckett has left. "You are the only person who will be able to fix this." You looked completely dumbfounded so Esposito continued. "Go! Go after her."
At Esposito's last words you are spurred into action, you run to the elevator and started pushing the button repeatedly. You've pressed it about ten times when you realize that the elevator is still on it's way down so you run towards the stairs and start down them; you run so fast that you miss a couple of stairs and almost trip over your feet more times than you'd care to admit; though you, somehow, manage to make it down to the ground floor before the elevator, even if you are slightly out of breath when you get there.
You are bent over, hands on knees panting, when the elevator arrives and Beckett stalks out. You watch as she keeps going, not even reacting to you calling her name. you figure there is two places she could be going, and since she walked out of the building you figure that she has headed to her apartment.
You step onto the sidewalk to get a cab, even with her waking and you in a cab she will probably get there before you. You manage to flag down a cab within five minutes, a personal best for you outside the 12th, and give him the address. You are perhaps five minutes from her apartment building when you she a roadside flower stall and tell the driver to pull over. You pull a bill out of your wallet to pay the man (realizing later that you ridiculously over-tipped him) and you make your way out of his car.
You walk over to the stall and pick out a bunch of flowers that you know she will like, because if there's anything your mother has taught you in life it's that a woman likes flowers and that's the first place to start when trying to apologize; and if that doesn't work there's always jewelry. When you get your bearings again after paying the lady at the flower stall you notice that you are merely two blocks from Beckett's apartment, and start walking towards it.
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
You ring the doorbell as you always do, then knock so she will be well aware that it is you
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
"Beckett?" You ask when you hear a loud sigh come from the other side of the door. When she doesn't answer, you try again. "Kate?" You ask this time, as you know she can't resist when you say her name like that.
The door is opened and she stands there, hair slightly rumpled, with the beginning of a smile on her lips. She gestures you inside her apartment with a slight nod of her head and you comply, holding out the flowers you just bought as you step inside. As you move over to her couch you watch as she looks through her kitchen cupboards for a vase. She finds the vase, turns around and finds you staring at her and though this is nothing new, the fact that she stares straight back, a dazed look on her face, is new. She's never looked at you with so much longing before, you wish that the two of you could stay that way forever, but alas she places the flower in their vase next to her sink and comes over to sit by you on the couch.
She doesn't look at you, just starts fidgeting; what you wouldn't give to know what she was thinking sometimes, but you that to ask her wouldn't be risking your life for, though sometimes you think it just might. When she starts picking at her shirt you realized that she must be really nervous and place one of your hands over both of hers to still them because her fidgeting is making you nervous.
When you place your hand over hers she looks up, straight into her eyes, and you swear that you can see into her soul at that moment. You're not sure how long the moment lasts; it could be hours before you say her name in a low voice and she moves towards you. You sit there, stunned. You don't move for fear of startling her the something did earlier and the feeling that runs through you when her lips touch yours is well worth the wait; and as the kiss deepens you just know that it's going somewhere, it might take a while, but it'll be well worth the wait.
So let me know what you thought and continue onto the next chapter to see how Beckett handled the situation.