This is my first fan fiction ever, so I apologize in advance if there is something strange or something like that. Good reading.

Katherine/Kate (KBPOV)

That day I woke up with the same voice in my head: My therapist saying, "a job does NOT complete spaces where love should be." I do not agree with that. My job is everything to me, being a lawyer is everything I ever wanted and expected. Peter, my fiancé, is just a small part of my life, not everything.

I faced my own body on the mirror, so many scars, words written all over my stomach, since I knew I was going to be a lawyer when I started cutting, short after mom died and dad became an alcoholic, I didn't want to cut where my future work clothes couldn't cover, so I wrote words on my stomach and parts of my back that I could reach. I really liked to run my fingers over them, feeling my healed skin and the words writing themselves all over again under my fingers; paying attention to the reflection on the mirror, I could see that my long brown hair, was losing its color, losing its life. My brown eyes that decades ago were warm, at that time were empty. I took a deep breath and enjoyed the silence from my apartment. I always liked being alone, since it had been a big part of my adult life. I put my suit on and looked again at the mirror. A long time ago I looked pretty, but that day I just look tired and sad. I used to think of myself as strong, powerful and beautiful woman, but I just became an ordinary woman. The diamond ring on my finger, that for many women would be like a gift, was a heavy reminder that one day I would have to open my heart to Peter. He was a good guy, an amazing guy. what was my problem? No more questions. I didn't have patience to think or the time since I was late for work, again. Being sorry for myself was occupying a lot of my time.

As soon as I put my expensive handbag on the table my assistant called out to tell me that Lanie called. I am not in the mood for Lanie; I loved her, but not that day.

"Please, if anybody calls, just say that I'm very busy, even if I'm not," I responded.

It was not that I hated my life; I even liked it, sometimes. But when you lose a parent when you needed him the most and the other one just forgets you, something inside you breaks. I am not saying my mother's death made impossible for me to be happy, but it really didn't help. My mom's case was closed, and my dad had a new life and nice wife. I was rich and was engaged to a really good man. Everything was perfect but some days I was still a little blue.

"Okay, Kate please stop being sorry for yourself; you are being really stupid, my dear. Breathe, count to ten: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten. Now you really have to work, Kate," I said under my breath.

A few hours later when I was about to leave work, my cell phone rang. It was my fiancé. Not really anxious to hear his voice, I ignored the call and made a mental note to call him later, when I was feeling a little bit better.

"Kate?"

"Yes, Patricia?" I looked up to see my assistant standing in front of me.

"Lanie called again and said that if you don't answer her, she is coming here."

"Okay, shit. Please call her and transfer her to me, okay?"

"Sure, one second."

I really did love Lanie, but she was a outgoing person, and sometimes she didn't understand that I needed to be alone. We became friends in high school, we just saw each other in first period and we clicked and have been friends since. She was my only friend that stayed after my mother's death.

"Kate, darling, how are you today?" Her voice filled my ears through the phone.

"I am fine, Lanie. How are you?"

"You didn't really convince me that you are fine; we all know how you are. I am not going to push you on the subject. I am good, dear. How is your man? Still boring and your husband-to-be?"

"Peter is fine, and he is not boring! He just doesn't share your sense of humor," I retorted. I was getting tired of having this same conversation every time I talked to Lanie. I got it, Lanie didn't think Peter was the right man for me, but could she please just drop the subject? it wasn't like I was going to marry him anytime soon; I am just engaged.

"Oh, baby, he doesn't have any sense of humor. Please remind me again why you are still engaged to him?"

Okay, she had a point. Peter wasn't the funniest man on earth. Well, he wasn't fun at all. But like I said, he was a good man.

"Lanie, you know why: he is a good man, doesn't judge my scars and I love him."

"Baby, your scars are a beautiful part of who you are. It's his duty to love your scars and if he loves you, you know that. And I don't really think you love him. You think you love him because he always there. Baby, you can do so much better, you know that, don't you?" Lanie said probably forgetting that a few boyfriend got really spooked with me when they saw the scars and went away; so when I found a guy that didn't mind it, of course I would stay with him.

"Lanie, look, I have a lot of things to do. Can you call me later? We can do anything you want, you chose, except go to a gay club. I really can't do that again." I chuckled at the memory.

"Okay, baby. Don't worry, I was just testing my waters. I came to the conclusion that I really like men. You don't need to worry, we are never going there again. I am going to find something really fun for us to do tonight."

"Okay, sure. I have to go. Bye, and I love you."

"Love you too, darling," I replied, hanging up.

I took the opportunity to go to the coffee shop near my office. I was practically done for the day, and I could use the cafe's internet to finish the rest. I wasn't really in the mood to finish, but coffee usually helped since my work was constant and my favorite part of my life.

CPOV (Castle)

I stared at the blank screen on my computer; I have been doing it since I finished my last novel. I wanted to write but nothing would come to my mind and I was really tried. I didn't really need the money but I had a contract with Black Pawn so I had to write a new book.

I just had to find inspiration: maybe a person, an old movie or maybe my daughter would have some story that would give me an idea, but she wasn't here at the time.

After searching the entire loft looking for something to do or something inspirational, I decided that it was better go out, look around the city. Maybe I could find something interesting.

With a strange feeling of hope that I could find a story, I went to my favorite coffee shop. I didn't know how, but they made the best coffee in all New York.

When I entered the coffee shop, it was almost empty with just two people in line. Since I was feeling really good about myself that day, I ordered the most creative coffee I could think of. I sat a table that gave me a view of all the shop and who came and went and started drinking my coffee and looking around, searching for someone who could give a story, but everybody looked boring and futile.

There was something about this society that made everybody seem boring. Everybody was practically the same. I really couldn't understand why everybody looked the same and thought the same. It made me mad; I liked the extraordinary, the different, and it was with that thought that I heard the bell ring announcing that a new person entered the place. I wasn't really anxious to look at the new person with the same look on their face and the same, blank eyes that expressed nothing.

The first thing that I noticed about the person that entered was that it was a woman. She was dressed in expensive clothes and there was a large diamond ring on her finger that could only mean that was an engagement ring. She was tall, probably the same height as me, with her super high heels. Without them she wouldn't appear small; she was too slim for that and her legs appeared to be too long to belong to a small person. I couldn't see her face because her hair cascaded in front of it, blocking my view.

Her super high heels made a loud sound throughout the silent and almost empty coffee shop. The line was now nonexistent so she didn't have to wait to order. I still couldn't see her face so I started paying attention to her hand where the ring sat. The hand was beautiful, delicate, , and the skin was so pale and looked so fragile.

Hoping to get a look of her face, I looked up and caught a piece of her face. Her face was as pale as her hand, giving her almost a fragile look. A strange feeling came over me, like I wanted to take care of her. When she began to look around with her coffee in her hands, searching for a table to sit at, I caught a glimpse of her eyes. They were empty, like her life was so hard on her that they lost their happiness. How could life been this hard to make her eyes that way? She didn't look that life treated her bad, but you never knew, the saddest people are the best people to hide their sadness; I learned that a long time ago.

When the woman finally found a table close to the window she looked to the street, as if she was trying to find something or someone out there that could maybe save her for the emptiness that her eyes showed.

Another feeling came rushing over me, and I had to take a better look at her. I knew she was beautiful, but I needed to really look at her face and not just glimpse of it. Using my charm, maybe she would talk to me or at least I could look at her long enough to really see her face. With my muffin still wrapped in its packing I walked towards her.

"Hey. I am feeling kinda lonely, could I sit with you?" I said, thinking that it really wasn't my best line but maybe it would work.

She looked up staring at me with that, now confirmed, beautiful, gorgeous face, her eyebrows moved slightly up, like questioning my intentions.

"Hm... sure," She said almost uncertain how she should proceed with my approach.

"Do you want my muffin? I bought it but now I don't want it. I don't want to throw away," I said trying to open a conversation.

"I'm not hungry, why don't you save it for later?" She was smart, giving me a polite reply that wouldn't offend me and sat in silence, once again looking out the window.

"I am Richard, and you are?" She was a hard woman to start a conversation with.

"Katherine," She answered me dryly, looking in my eyes with her big hazel eyes.

The woman with the empty eyes that now had a name looked at me like she could see my soul, and she gave me a polite smile that came easy to her face, like it was second nature.

We sat in a comfortable silence. I had no idea what to say now that I was there, beside the only woman that attracted me in long time not just by her looks but because she lacked the similarities I have begun to see in everyone. Trying to come up with something before she left me alone without knowing how I could possible contact her, I tried again to start a conversation:

"What you do for a living?"

"I am a lawyer, you?" That explains why she appeared to be smart and wore expensive clothes.

"Writer. I write mystery novels. Maybe you have read some of them; I am Richard Castle."

Maybe my name would make her more interested in talking to me if she heard of me.

"Hmm… I have read some of your work. Nice books, I really liked them."

Okay, now it was official: she really didn't want to talk to me. That was the worst response I have ever heard of whoever I was talking to realized who I was.

"Er… Thank you."

"You're welcome. Look, I have to go; it was nice meeting you," She said looking at her watch, expensive by the looks of it.

Oh, shit, she was leaving. But she couldn't leave, I didn't even know her last name.

"Could I have your number?" I asked sounding a little too desperate to my taste.

"Sorry, I am engaged," she said and showed me her enormous diamond ring confirming her statement, like someone could miss it.

"You sound like a nice person to talk to; we could be friends or something..." I trailed off. I was lying, okay. She really looked a nice person to talk to but even if she was engaged I really wanted see if her lips were as soft as they looked.

"Hm… sure," she said, still unsure.

After searching her purse for a few seconds, she gave me her business card and left leaving me looking at the chair that she occupied just a few minutes ago.

"Katherine Beckett, family law," I said out loud, trying to remember where I had seen that name, and not remembering, I took out my cell phone and opened Google. I searched her name and when it showed a lot of results, I started reading and remembered where I had saw her name: In the paper. She was one of the most famous and the youngest lawyer in the business.

Barely willing to wait another day to call her, I went home thinking why someone so good at their job would look so empty.

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