A/N: One of my favorites scenes between Castle and Kate is of course, when they meet for the first time. It all started with that first meeting so there was no way I would skip it. I really hope you would enjoy reading it. Please write reviews and let me know what you think.

Disclaimer: I don't own Castle or its characters

Flowers for Your Grave

Richard Castle was bored to death. He was bored with his life and with everything in it. He felt like he needed to get back the spark in his life in order to make it interesting once again. He was just sick and tired of the same old routine of his life as a best-selling author. He was getting tired of his fame - the book signings, all the gatherings, the fans, even the girls - it was all the same every single day. The parties were so dull and predictable, the girls were all same and boring, and the fans kept asking him all the same questions every single time. Nothing felt new or interesting anymore. Everything felt so dull and boring. It was just tiring and Castle was really sick of it. He just felt like everything in his life was grey, boring and very predictable. Rick desperately needed a change. Something new and adventurous. Even writing had became dull and boring for him. And writing for Castle used to be so much fun - he just loved it. But being a best-selling author and having written so many books made him want to spice things up, to begin something new and interesting. Because writing had started to feel like all work and no fun - he just didn't enjoy it like he used to before. And even though he really wanted to write a new book, he was having a writer's block. So he just needed a new inspiration. He desperately needed some change. He wanted to start something new, interesting, extraordinary and even adventurous. He really wanted to get inspired by something but he still didn't know what could he do about it. He just needed something different in order to break the chains of the vicious circle in his life. Richard needed a new spark to bring more color to his grey and boring life.

Once again, Richard Castle was at another one of his book parties and he was talking to his daughter Alexis:

"Just once, I'd like someone to come up to me and say something new," he was explaining to Alexis when he heard unknown female voice:

"Mr. Castle?" A woman approached him and Castle turned around, taking out the pen from his pocket, asking her politely, "Where would you like it?" He immediately assumed that the woman was going to ask him for his autograph - all women did the same thing - and of course, he knew the drill very well. He was ready to sign a book, a poster, or even a part of her body - whatever she liked, but still secretly hoping to say her chest. He was always prepared to give his autograph, especially to a sexy woman like her.

"Detective Kate Beckett, NYPD." She introduced herself, showing the badge to his face. "We need to ask you a few questions about a murder that took place earlier tonight."

"That's new," his daughter stated, taking the pen away from him.

And indeed it was new. The moment Castle heard the detective's voice and looked at her way he got paralyzed. It was the moment when he truly saw her and he was just mesmerized by the sight in front of him. She was a beauty with gorgeous hazel eyes, short brown hair, dressed in a suit. He stood there immobilized and silent because he just couldn't move or say a word - he was paralyzed by her appearance. He was truly mesmerized by the soft hazel eyes of the beautiful woman in front of him. Actually, she had the most gorgeous eyes he have ever seen.

Then the beautiful Detective took him in the precinct for questioning.

Castle was sitting at the table, waiting in the interrogation room when he heard her voice and turned around. "Mr. Castle," Beckett called his name coldly, entering the room, holding an open file in her hands. "You've got quite a rap sheet for a best-selling author," she stated, walking toward the table. "Disorderly conduct, resisting arrest," she read from the file and then looked at him. Her voice was stern and steady and she was acting all professional around him. She looked very serious and he noticed that everything in her screamed she was a true professional - from the way she was dressed to the way she talked and even the way she walked.

"Boys will be boys," he answered, shrugging his shoulders innocently, giving her a small smile.

She looked at him and smiled sardonically at his statement, and then read some more from the file in her hands. "Says here that you stole a police horse," she stated and then looked back at him.

"Borrowed," he quickly made a remark, implying that it wasn't a stealing.

"Ah!" She exclaimed and nodded her head, looking back to the file in her hands. "And you were nude at the time," she said, smirking, as she was obviously trying hard not to giggle. She looked a bit embarrassed tough.

"I could bet the house she is trying to imagine how I look nude."

"It was spring," he simply answered, looking at her.

"And every time, the charges were dropped." She stated a bit angrily, closing the file in her hands and then put it on the table abruptly.

"What can I say? The mayor is a fan," he started explaining her as she pulled a chair and sat in front of him, making herself comfortable. He leaned closer to her and said, "But if it makes you feel any better, I'd be happy to let you spank me." He was looking at her to see her reaction but she was avoiding looking at his eyes.

"Mr. Castle," she finally looked at him and leaned closer as well, folding her hands in front of her, "this whole bad boy charm thing that you've got going might work for bimbettes and celebutants. Me?" she paused and then continued, her voice a bit sharper than it was before. "I work for a living. So that makes you one of two things in my world, either the guy who makes my life easier or the guy who makes my life harder. And trust me, you do not want to be the guy who makes my life harder." She was talking to him but Castle wasn't listening to her very carefully.

As he was watching her talk, so close to him, her words escaped him and he started thinking. "She is so close to me. And she smells divine. I wonder what's that perfume..." He was very distracted by her closeness and her scent of perfume. "Her eyes are gorgeous... I should probably listen to her because she doesn't look very impressed by me." His mind was rushing with thoughts, but he was still trying to concentrate on the conversation and the things she was saying. "Okay, just concentrate on her lips. No, not on her lips, on whatever she is saying with them." He tried to look into her eyes, tempted by the thought of her lips being so close to his. "She is talking with a very cold demeanor so I'd better listen to her carefully."

"Okay." He just agreed, the minute she stopped talking. The last thing he heard her saying was the word harder and he didn't know what exactly she was talking about but he could definitely imagine her saying that kind of things under different circumstances. So much more inappropriate circumstances though.

She took out a photo and put it on the desk in front of him. "Alison Tisdale. Daughter of real estate mogul Jonathan Tisdale." She started explaining, showing him the photo of the girl.

He looked at the photo and tried to concentrate on her questions instead of letting his inappropriate thoughts cloud his judgment. "She's cute," he stated, seeing the photo in front of him.

"She's dead," she cut him off coldly. "Did you ever meet her?" She asked, looking at him inquiringly. "Book signing? Charity event?"

"It's possible," he answered, looking down at the photo once again. "She's not in my little black book, if that's what you're asking."

"What about this guy?" The detective asked, pulling out another photo from the case file. "Marvin Fisk. Small claims lawyer."

"Most of my claims tend to be on the um... " he made a pause and said his next words more quietly, "large side" he continued his sentence, emphasizing his last two words and she just rolled her eyes at him. "So what's this got to do with me?"

"Fisk was found murdered in his office two weeks ago. I didn't put it together until we saw the Tisdale crime scene tonight." Beckett said and took out another photo, showing it to him once again.

"Flowers For Your Grave ," he stated, recognizing the photo in front of him.

"And this is how we found Marvin Fisk, right out of Hell Hath No Fury." She said, showing Castle the picture of the victim, looking at him intently.

"Looks like I have a fan," he stated.

"Yeah." She agreed with him. "A really deranged fan."

"Oh, you don't look deranged to me," he answered, making a joke, avoiding looking at her eyes, amused by his own sense of humor.

"What?" She asked, confused, as she shot him with a quizzical look.

Castle smirked, licking his lips. "Hell Hath No Fury? Angry Wiccans out for blood? Come on. Only hardcore Castle groupies read that one." He explained, amused by the detective's behavior and the way she was looking at him. She looked a bit nervous and even embarrassed. He finally managed to undermine her confidence and her cold demeanor.

"Do any of these g-groupies ever write you letters?" She asked, her voice trembling just a bit. He nodded slightly in confirmation. "Disturbing letters?" She specified, looking at him.

"All my fan mail's disturbing. It's an occupational hazard."

"Because sometimes, in cases like this," she pointed at the pictures in the desk, "we find that the killer attempts-"

"Killer attempts to contact the subject of his obsession," he finished off her sentence and saw that she was staring at him with such a surprise. "I'm also pretty well-versed in psychopathic methodologies. Another occupational hazard." He explained to her and then leaned even closer to her, saying, "And do you know you have gorgeous eyes?"

He just had to pint that out to her. And he definitely managed to take her off guards, judging by her reaction to his compliment. "She looks taken aback," he thought to himself, seeing her gulp nervously, looking away from him.

"So I take it that you won't have any objection to us going through your mail?" She asked, gathering nervously all the pictures from the table. She was indeed a bit nervous and obviously, she intended to avoided his comment about her gorgeous eyes completely.

"Knock yourself out," he answered and she got up, taking the file with her. "Can I get copies of those?" He asked, pointing at the file in her hand, looking at her cautiously.

"Copies?" She asked, surprised.

"I have this poker game. It's mostly other writers. Patterson, Cannell. You know, bestsellers. You have no idea how jealous those would make them." He started explaining and she looked very surprised by his statement.

"Jealous?" She asked, obviously still a bit confused.

"That I have a copycat." He explained. "Oh, my gosh. In my world, that's the red badge of honor. That's the criminal Cooperstown."

She leaned on the table abruptly, going very near to his face, "People are dead, Mr. Castle." She stated coldly and looked him in the eyes, giving him a dirty look like he had done something unforgivable.

"Don't look down, don look down," he repeated to himself, tempted by the view in front of him. "Just look at her in the eyes and don't go any lower," he encouraged himself, trying to look at her eyes instead of wandering them around her cleavage, which was dangerously close to his eye level.

"I'm not asking for the bodies. Just the pictures," he stated quietly, biting his lip, hoping not to make her more angry than she was already. Because she definitely looked pissed off by his request.

She gave him a sardonic smile and exclaimed, "I think we're done here." Then she exited the interrogation room.

And Castle just stood there, still a bit startled. During the whole interview had been observing detective Beckett. He had scrutinized her behavior, her strong demeanor, the way she acted around him. And he had found that Katherine Beckett was no ordinary woman - he could tell that she was very different from all the other women. She wasn't starstrucked unlike all the other women, which were all crazy about him. Okay, maybe there weren't all crazy about him but at least, they were all pleased to meet with him - unlike Beckett. Because it seemed to him like she wasn't even a bit pleased to meet with a famous author like him. And usually, the other women would laugh at everything he said and would shamelessly flirt with him. But not Katherine Beckett. She didn't laugh at his jokes, and she didn't even crack a smile. Because she was tough and a way too serious girl. Not to mention that she didn't took very nicely his sincere compliment about her gorgeous eyes. She just ignored his comment completely, which was very rude in Castle's opinion. But Kate indeed had the most gorgeous eyes he had ever seen. Castle had tried to flirt with her but she obviously wasn't the flirtatious type. He even had tried to play his charm on her - his boyish grin, his funny jokes, even his compliments - but she still didn't look very impressed with him. Nothing worked on her - neither his sense of humor nor his charm. He wanted to impress her somehow but she was untouchable. But he wasn't going to give up just yet. He liked her very much - from the moment he set eyes on her - so he wasn't going to concede defeat on his mission of charming her. And even though she looked like the all-work-and-no-fun kind of person, he liked her anyway. And she had definitely caught his attention. So he was determined to win her somehow.

After that Castle and Beckett started working on the crime case together. Castle went to the precinct to help Beckett solve the case, explaining to her that he was there just for the story. Because of the crime case and nothing more. Actually, that was exactly what he told himself too. He tried to convince himself of that same thing but he knew very well that he was there for another reason. He was there for so much more than just the case. He was helping Beckett with the case because he liked her. And he liked her because she was different from the others. She was unique, extraordinary and special. He was following her around, trying to find out more about her. Because he was intrigued by her. He just wanted to know her story, to peel her layers and see her true self.

Castle had been observing Beckett during the time he spent with her, helping her with the case. He had been scrutinizing every little detail about her because he was more than curious about everything she was interested in. He just wanted to know everything about her - everything she did, every little habit. He could see she was very smart and good-looking woman. But she was also very bossy and liked doing things her own way. She had such a sex appeal which she was hiding behind her work clothes and cold demeanor. But she was definitely hot. She was making herself look bad but he knew it was just a pretend - a protection that she used to hide her sweet and soft side. He was sure that she had a soft side but she just liked her privacy and was very hard to get to know person. He had noticed many other things too. Some sweet little things she did - from the way her brow furrowed when she was thinking to the way she bit her lower lip when she was nervous. And these little habits of hers seemed really cute and sexy at the same time. Everything she did was cute, actually. That was one of the many reasons he liked her so much.

After spending a couple of days with Beckett it was time to go. The case was solved and Castle knew everything had to come to an end, even though he didn't want it to end. But it was all over so he went to say goodbye to Beckett.

"Well, guess this is it." She was standing in front of him with her hands behind her back, watching at him with her beautiful hazel eyes.

"Oh, it doesn't have to be. We could go to dinner, debrief each other." He suggested, hoping to make her stay or at least see her one more time.

"Why, Castle? So I can be another one of your conquests?" She asked, a bit amused. She was talking very friendly with him and she was all smiles. She looked so cute.

"So she can be one of my conquests, is she joking?! Hell, I am a famous bestselling author! If anyone is going to be a conquests that would be me."

"Or I could be one of yours," Castle answered, still trying to sound modest, not wanting to brag in front of her. Bragging or showing off definitely didn't work on her and neither did his charm. He knew that very well so he just tried to look coy in front of her.

"It was nice to meet you, Castle." She said, offering him a hand. Castle took it, and as he shook her hand he realized how much he would miss her.

"It's too bad," he said. "It would have been great," he reassured her, insinuating that she was going to miss a lot by declining his invitation. She smirked at his statement and bit her lip. And oh, the way she bit that lip of hers made him want her even more if that was even possible.

Then she did something he hadn't expected at all - she leaned closer to his ear and whispered softly, "You have no idea." Her answer definitely took him off guards and made her look even sexier than before. And then she turned back and started walking away, leaving behind only her sweet scent of perfume and the light touch that Castle could still feel on his hand.

"A woman with a class and confidence, he thought, seeing her turning around and slowly walking away from him. And with a killer gait - so sexy, confident, and the way she swings her whole body, oh my..." He was watching at her intently as she was walking away from him, amazed by her.

In that moment Castle realized that Beckett had turned his world upside down. Just a couple days spent with her and everything had changed. Nothing was going to be the same without her. During the couple of days he had spent with her he had so much fun. Being with Beckett was such an adventure - so appealing and interesting at the same time. He liked spending his time with her and regretted that it was all over. Because he realized that she was the new spark he needed so desperately in his life. She was something new, special and unique.

When Castle returned home, he immediately grabbed his laptop and started writing. He was truly inspired by Kate, by all the adventures he had experienced, by the whole time he had spent with her. He was so inspired that the words just came so quickly and effortlessly in his mind. Writing was starting to feel so fun and interesting again. Beckett had returned the appeal of writing. She had become his inspiration, his passion, his drug. She was a mystery he wanted to solve. And he knew that he had to see her again. He didn't know how or when exactly but he just knew that he would meet her again. He didn't want to lose his precious muse, his new spark, his adventure. He just had to see her again, come hell or high water.

So, did you like it or not? Should I continue sharing my interpretations of some other scenes between Castle and Beckett? What do you think?