Surprise. I've started a third story since I have three weeks of with nothing much to do, so expect a lot of writing and this was an idea I started playing around with a couple of weeks ago. I hope you like it.

Disclaimer: Still don't own Castle.

Chapter 1:

This was the third time Rick had come to the library, finding the beautiful girl with the stunning green eyes sitting on the opposite table from him. Books were spread out on the table in front of her, a pen in her hand as she wrote. The look of concentration on her face as her brow furrowed. He had been watching her all three of those times at the library, working out her story.

She was a mystery, though. One he hopped on solving. At the moment he believed she was in her late teens, maybe even early twenties, which then likely made her a college student. He couldn't see the books she looked at finding it hard to work out what she would major in. Either she was aiming to be a doctor or a lawyer, he got that from how smart and beautiful she looked.

The first time he saw her she had been sat with two other girls with her head in a book, olivious to the world around her. He liked the way her hair fanned out around her face as she read, the crease between her brows and her lips forming some of the words. After she had left, he picked up the book she was reading and read it himself. Then the second time she was alone, concentraing on her work like she was now. He was fascinated with her and he didn't even know her.

The girl looked up, catching Rick watching her and smiled. He watched as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, looking down again. Rick took the chance and stood up, walking over to sit on the same table as her. The pen paused from what she was writing, looking at him out of the corner of her eye.

"Hey," he said. "I'm Rick."

"Do I know you from somewhere?" She asked, tapping her pen to her forehead.

He grinned, knowing she likely did know him from somewhere. "Richard Castle, best selling author."

"Oh," the girl smiled. "My mom reads your books."

His eyes scanned the pages of her books, from what he could tell it seemed she was majouring in Law by the context and pictures he saw. He was close, she wanted to be a lawyer. "Your mom has good taste."

"I don't know," she said. "I haven't read them."

"Well, I recommend them to you," he grinned. "What's your name?"

"Kate."

"It's good to meet you, Kate," he said.

"You too, Rick," she smiled. "You've been coming here a lot."

"Your observant," he said. "I've been working on my latest book."

"Comes out next year, right?" Kate said. "A Skull at Springtime."

"Looks like you're a fan after all," he grinned.

"No," Kate smirked. "My mom goes on about it, she plans on going to your signing."

"What book is your moms favourite?" Rick asked.

Kate thought about it for a second. "Flowers For Your Grave."

"How about I'll get you a signed copy for your mother if you'll go on a date with me," he said.

Kate looked up again, raising an eyebrow. "If its a signed copy with a personalised note then maybe."

"I'll be right back," he said, standing and then turning back around to Kate. "Please, don't leave yet?"

She smiled, staying focused on her work. "I'm going to be here for a few more hours."

"Great," he said. "I'll be back then."

He disappeared, checking back behind him to see her focusing on her work again. A smirk formed as he picked up his coat and bag. Rick looked back to her one last time, seeing her looking up at him with a small smile, her head rested on her hand. He gave a little wave, leaving the library for the nearest book store.

Rick picked up a copy of In Hail of Bullets and Flowers For Your Grave, paying for the books without looking at any of the other customers in the eye. Going into bookshops was risky. Luckily, no one had noticed him. Outside he took his pen out of his pocket, writing a small message for Kate's mother and then one for Kate, including his number.

When he got back to the library, he breathed a sigh of relief as he saw that Kate was still there working on her college work. For a moment he watched her, seeing that concentrated look on her face again, her hair falling around her like a curtain. He saw her look up as he approached her table, watching as she bit her pen in attempt to hide her smile. Rick handed the two books to her.

"One personalised signed book for your mother and another for you," he said. "Think about that date? I wrote my number in your book."

Kate took the books, looking up to him with a smile. "Thanks, that's actually kind of sweet."

"Will I be expecting that phone call?" He asked.

"We'll see," Kate told him.

He sat down on the other side of the table after that, bringing out his notes to go over his latest book again. Rick could see Kate watching him curiously, her bottom lip rolled between her teeth. She shook her head, smiling at him as she focused on her work once again.

Kate opened the front door to her parents house, leaving her bag and books by the front door. She picked up the book for her mother that Rick had given Kate, finding a smile on her face again. Her parents were in the living room together, smiling as Kate entered the room.

"Katie, we didn't think you was coming home today," her mother said, patting the spot next to her. "Is that one of Richard Castle's books you have?"

Kate sat down next to her mother, holding the book out to her. "I met him today."

"You did?" Her mom sat up, leaning closer to listen. "What was he like?"

Kate smiled. "He was interesting and surprisingly sweet."

"Is he even more handsome in person?" She asked.

"Yes," Kate said, blushing. "He signed this book for you."

Her mother took the book, opening it up to read the first page. "Oh, Kate, he's so sweet."

She hadn't read what Rick wrote, it was meant for her mother. "He gave me a copy too."

"He did?" Her mother smiled. "Did he give you more than a copy?"

Kate blushed. "Mom."

"Johanna, he's too old for our girl," he said. "How old is he?"

"He's only twenty-six," her mom tucked a strand of hair behind Kate's ear. "You're almost nineteen, sweetheart, don't let age get in the way of happiness."

"Eight years is a huge difference," her dad protested. "Katie, your too young to be getting in relationships with older men like that."

"I'm not, dad," Kate protested, knowing her father was thinking about her past boyfriends when she had gone through her rebellious stage of life. "You can trust me."

"I do, Katie," he sighed.

"Jim, why don't you go start the dinner," her mother said. "Katie's home so we can have her favourite tonight."

He nodded, kissing the both of them on the top of their heads before leaving the room, knowing they wanted time to talk.

"Tell me," her mother whispered, moving closer to Kate, taking hold of both of Kate's hand.

"He asked me out on a date," Kate said, knowing she could tell her mom anything. "He left his number in my book."

Her mother smiled. "You going to go out with him?"

"I don't know," Kate sighed. "Dads right, the age difference is massive."

"Katie, your father still sees you as his little girl," her mom told her. "If you like him then why not give it a try?"

Kate bit her lip. "A college student going on a date with a best-selling author?"

"Remember he was in college when he wrote his first best seller," her mother informed her.

Kate shook her head at her mom. "You're such a big fan of him."

Her mom hugged her. "You would be too if you read his books."

"Maybe," Kate said.

"I look forward to meeting him as your mother and not his fan," her mom said.

"Mom," Kate groaned. "We haven't even gone out on our first date yet."

"We'll see then," she said.

After the conversation with her mother, the two of them went to help Jim make dinner. The three of them sitting down for dinner for the first time in a couple of weeks. Now that Kate had started college, she lived on campus now and only came home to do her washing or to see her parents. Sometimes her parents would be out working till late, her mother up till early hours of the night working on her case.

By the time she got back to her dorm it was already late into the night. Kate dropped the keys on her desk, along with her books and bag. Then she got changed into her pyjamas, looking over to her desk. She picked up Rick's book, biting her lip as she opened it up, reading the message inside.

To Kate, I hope I've persuaded you to read one of my books. I wrote this one while I was in college. I'm hoping for that date, too.

Kate smiled, picking up her phone as she dialled his number, hopping he was still awake. She closed his book, putting it on her shelf with the rest of her books. It was oddly sweet of him to get the books and sign them for Kate, he could have only just asked her, but instead he had to do something that no one has ever done for her before. Kate was touched.

"Hello?" Rick picked up.

"It's Kate," she said, sitting down on her bed.

"You called," he said, Kate knowing he was grinning.

"I did," she said. "Thank you for the books. My mom loved it."

"I'm glad she did," he said. "Did you like yours?"

"I did," Kate told him. "I might read it soon."

"I look forward to hearing your review then," he said.

"What makes you think your get one?" Kate asked.

"I assume your calling for that date."

Kate laid back on her bed, thinking. "You know I'm a college student, right?"

"Right," he said. "You know I'm an author."

"You know there's eight years difference between us?" Kate said, staring at her college dorm room knowing he had his own apartment somewhere.

There was a long pause. "You know my age?"

"Yes," Kate sighed. "My mom told me."

"I need to meet your mom sometime," he laughed. "But, Kate, its only eight years and I like you. I can promise you I'm not taking advantage or using you."

"Really?" Kate said, thinking about a few other older boyfriends she had that did exactly that.

"I understand if you don't want to see me, though," he said. "We could just be friends or you could hang up and never speak to me again."

"Rick," Kate sighed. "I want to see you."

Kate thought she heard something crash on the other end. "You do?"

"I do," she paused. "So I am calling about that date."

"Great," he said. "When are you free?"

"I have lessons during the day," Kate told him. "Then I work a few evenings and Sundays. I can do Friday?"

"God, I forgot how hard college life was," Rick said. "Yeah, Friday would be good. Do you want me to pick you up at seven?"

"And have rumours of me dating the famous author going around college, no," they both laughed. "I'll meet you... where?"

"I know this great little restaurant," he said. "I'll text you the address."

"Okay," Kate said with a small smile. "I should really get to sleep."

"Goodnight, Kate," Rick said.

"Goodnight, Rick," Kate hung up.

She laid on her bed, staring up the ceiling with a smile on her face. The worlds best-selling author Richard Castle wanted to go on a date with her. Kate was going on a date with a man who was almost ten years older than her. She rolled over, bringing the pillow over her head in attempt to hide her excitement.

I hope you liked the first chapter. It's just going to be a romance between Kate and Rick with the drama of life and of course Kate losing her mom. I actually have some cute ideas. Next one will be whenever. Please do review and tell me what you think or if you have any ideas.

If you read my other stories and are wondering about Lost and found I'm still waiting for my Beta to finish going over the chapter, should be up soon.